A Tale of Three Hedgehogs (X Reader story)

When Ordinary turns to Extraordinary

It was just a normal day in your boring life. I mean, you couldn't complain about it. Sure, your parents got divorced, you practically never saw your dad anymore since he got a new wife and had new children, and your mom was never home because she spent her nights at the pub, wasting all her money on alcohol and spent her days crashed on the couch, sound asleep from the effects of drinking, but there were people who had worse lives than you. If you learned anything from your mildly difficult life, its that feeling sorry for yourself never got you anywhere.

Presently, you were sitting in math class, desperately awaiting for the bell to ring so that you could get to lunch. You tapped your forehead with your (favorite color) pen, staring blankly at the whiteboard while the teacher rambled on and on and on about some simple geometry that you already knew.

Finally, the sweet melody of the bell echoed through the classroom and you packed your things and left the classroom. Freedom.

Your stomach rumbled as you were putting packing your bag in front of your locker. That was when someone grabbed the back of your shirt and slammed you against the wall. 

"Why, hello there, (your name)." said your aggressor. It was Ralph, the school bully. You growled. You didn't have time for this again...

"What do you want?" you snapped.

"After that little... 'incident' we had, I thought I might settle the score." he said.

"Oh, you mean when you molested that girl and I gave you a beating for it? Well, I beat you to a pulp once. I'll do it again." I said, wriggling out of Ralph's grasp and pushing him away. You might not have looked it, being a sixteen year old girl and all, but you put up a serious fight. You were quite athletic and you knew how to put old drunk men back in their place when you had to go drag your mom out of a bar. You also carried an old golf club and a Swiss knife since you lived in a dangerous neighborhood. But before you could hit Ralph in his ugly face, a voice rang out.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Oh god. Not him. 

"Looks like your Prince Charming is here to save you!" Ralph taunted. He was talking to Flynn, probably the most popular kid in the entire school. What really confused you about him was that he was always sucking up to you and trying to be nice to you. Why? You weren't even that popular. 

"I can take care of myself just fine." you said. It annoyed you that people always thought you needed protecting. After years of being neglected by your parents, you didn't need sympathy anymore.

"I'm just worried for you." Flynn said. Ralph had left, leaving just the two of you.

"What do you want?" you asked.

"I don't want anything." Flynn said.

"Then why are you still here?" you snapped. You went back to your locker and picked up the spilled items that had fallen out of your bag. Flynn was picking up a few items for you. He paused when he picked up your sketchbook. He flipped open the first page and his eyes widened.

"Wow! You draw really well!" he said. You blushed slightly at the compliment. No one knew you liked drawing.

"Gimme that..." you said, trying to take the book from him.

"But this is really good! I'm serious! You seem to like to draw animals, notably, hedgehogs." he said. You snatched the book from his hands and stuffed it in your bag. You didn't like people snooping around your stuff.

"But-" he was cut off.

"If you have nothing better to do than go through my stuff, how about you just go away and hang out with your hotshot friends?" you snapped. You didn't understand this sudden friendliness and you didn't like it. It was cheesy and just seemed fake. It was annoying and you didn't need it.