RICH X READER

CHAPTER. 3

Y/n walked the schools crowded halls, swerving left and right to avoid the venomous snakes and mexican cults. She had more then enough experience of making the wrong friends, and enough times were they used her to get popular from meeting her brother, leave her in the dust to rot, while they swim in absolute glory.

She glanced at the group of three girls talking rather loudly as she was walking past them. One of them had blonde hair and was listening to whatever the brown haired one had to say. The remaining girl was listening in to the story, nodding and adding to the story, though the brown haired bimbo would shut her up before she could end her sentence. They were both surprisingly pretty for girls going to high school, especially if it was this high school. The blondie seemed to be dazzled by her story, and listened intently as if the girl was telling the will for her after her rich fathers death. Y/n managed to catch a bit of their conversation.

"So, Jenna Rolan said that Madeline told Jake, 'I'll only have sex with you, if you beat me at pool' and then she lost at pool. Deliberately." The brown haired one explained too the shorter blondie.

"That is so awesome!" The yellow haired girl exclaimed.

"Brooke!" The brown haired bimbo scolded down that the blonde haired girl, as if she controlled what she said and the blondie hadn't followed her orders. "I-I mean slutty!" The blonde corrected, stuttering slightly.

"And then, Madeline was all like-" A girl said that had been next to them the whole time, someone that Y/n didn't notice when she first saw the girls. But before she finished she was interrupted by the brown haired girl, yelling "I'm telling the story, Jenna!"

Y/n realised who these girls where. The blonde haired girl was Brooke, according to Jake 'The second hottest girl in the school'.

The other girl was Jenna, apparently she was all up in people's business, rumour spreader people might add. Y/n mentally noted to never get on this girls bad side.

The last one was Chloe, a girl that Jake had over at his house countless times, and more then enough times of Y/n hearing them getting it down in his room. He would always deny doing this, but Y/n had never told him the time when she accidentally walked in on them doing it. It was that day that Y/n realised that she would be emotionally scarred for life. Chloe was the one in the pact that Y/n despised most, for a lot of reasons. One, she dated her brother, and no Y/n didn't exactly like her older brother, but she would somehow still care if he went to a mental hospital because of this girl. And two, she was just a bitchy person in general, and that wasn't Y/n being harsh, that was a fact, and she knew it.

Y/n snapped out of reality when she heard Chloe speaking.

"He is like, so getting off on that."

Y/n glanced to who they were implying, and was greeted by a lanky looking boy, maybe an inch taller then her, and that unluckily had a locker right next to where they were gossiping. She felt sorry for the boy as the group laughed and walked away, continuing their lesbian make out session. Y/n was thinking about talking to him, actually getting to know him other then the person that people assumed he was, but decided against it. She was gonna fly solo for high school, people don't need to notice her, it wasn't as if Jake would tell everybody about her besides his close friends.

Y/n quickly located her locker and contemplated life while she stuffed her things into the cramped space. Someone came up next to her and opened his locker.

He wore white, stylish headphones that she had wanted to buy ever since they came out. A red sweater hung loosely around his figure, and it was decorated with splotches and stickers you found in those 2 dollar stores, though some of them she used the exact same ones to decorate her bag. He was holding a sushi role (I love sushie) and what it appeared to be a slushie cup, which she assumed was from Seven Eleven. Y/n caught herself staring and pushed her locker shut, walking away quickly.

He probably thinks I like him, fuck.

As Y/n walked to her next class, which was history, she meanwhile regretted all her life choices leading up to the moment.

Y/n interrupted in her thoughts once again by the same kid as before, and he was doing his favourite thing in the world. Getting harassed. But this time it wasn't by a flock of make up wearing peacocks, but it was by the thing you saw in every single average high school that no one wanted or asked for.

Yep.
Bully.