Who Are You, New Kid? [Craig Tucker x Reader][DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3: The Fight

[Reader's P.O.V.]

I left the counselors office once we finished. He had given me a map of the school, so I began to make my way towards my 2nd period class, algebra. I walked down the halls until I was pushed against a locker by a pimply ginger.

He was pretty average, except for the big red banner that hung loosely around his shoulders that read "HALL MONITOR." "Where's your hall pass?!" He shouted at me. I reached into my pocket to reveal the blue slip of laminated paper.

He ripped it out of my hands and moved off of me. I rubbed my shoulder as he inspected the slip of paper. He soon turned back to me and handed it back to me. He looked away and mumbled, "Get to where you're going." What an asshole.

I continued onward. Once I found that room, I went to find my locker, which was much easier. I used the code given to unlock my locker and placed items inside. Once finished, I locked it back up and heard the bell ring.

I hurriedly ran to my class before the hoards of teenagers came bursting through the classrooms. My shoulders brushed past others, my [E/C] eyes scanning the halls for my classroom.

I quickly found the room and came inside. The teacher looked at me with a confused face. Soon, he came to an understanding of why I was here. "You must be [N/N], what a strange name..." He murmured.

He looked back to me and introduced himself. "I'm Mr. Garrison, your algebra teacher. Please take a seat in the back there." Mr. Garrison pointed to the back.

I nodded and made my way to the back. I took a seat and pulled a small journal from my bag. I began to write.

"Entry 1: A New Life"

"Mother and I moved from our original home in [Home State/ H/S] yesterday. She has sent me to this school with strange students and staff members. I believe she put my name as [N/N] in order to hide my identity.

We're doing so much just to keep a peaceful life, but I don't understand why I have to cover myself in so much and all she has to do is wear a wig, strange lipstick, and contacts.

I constantly feel like I'm about to pass out with so much stuff on. My chest binder is practically suffocating me. I wonder which bathroom I'll have to go to...?"

I stopped writing and looked up at the students walking into class, each of them catching a glimpse of me in the back. I closed my notebook and placed it back in my bag. Then, I saw Clyde and Craig walk into class.

Clyde took a seat beside me and rested his head in his palm. Craig sat at the front of the row, not paying attention to anyone.

"Well, I didn't know you'd be in my class." I looked back at Clyde. I shrugged. "Do you ever talk?" He asked rudely. I shook my head.

"Okay, shut up class!" Mr. Garrison hushed us. He grabbed a dry erase marker and began to write on the whiteboard.

"5 × 6, 8 × 9, 11 × 12" I cringed at the questions he wrote down. That was just simple math.. what is he teaching this class?

"Alright class, first to answer these three questions correctly gets to leave class early." He said. Everyone murmured to each other for answers... are they serious?!

I raised my hand quietly and everyone went silent. He called me up and I wrote down the answers beside the problem.

"5 × 6= 30, 8 × 9= 72, 11 × 12= 132." Mr. Garrison ran to a calculator and checked my math. He gasped dramatically and looked back at me. They can't be serious.... right?!

"Well.... [N/N].... you're free to go..." He mumbled in front of the class. I picked up the marker and wrote on the board again. "That was just simple math..."

Mr. Garrison glared at me and I just shrugged. I went back to my seat, picked up my belongings, and left the classroom.

There wasn't much to do, so I decided to go and find the nurse's office. Maybe I can talk to them about medical cases and such.

I checked the map and made my way. I knocked on the door... no reply. I grabbed the doorknob and gently opened the door.

I clapped my hands. Still, no one replied. I guess the nurse isn't here.... I hope they don't mind me staying in here.

I took a seat on one of the beds. I looked around for a bit before grabbing my journal again.

"Entry 2: The Nurse's Office"

"No one is in here. It's quite strange, honestly. A school with so many students should always have a nurse, but not a single person is in here.

Maybe I'm in some creepy horror story and the nurse is here, and they're going to make me their victim.

What if it's a drama where the nurse is sick themself, and they're trying to fight everyone's sickness.

Or.... it's a romance , and the nurse is some hunky 20 year old who'll sweep me off my feet. What if I'm the bad guy in the story though?

I'm just overthinking this. I'm just some rich student who's hanging out in the nurse's office."

I chuckled. I think I'm being a huge creep with what I wrote down in this journal entry.

[Craig's P.O.V.]

I barely listened to the teacher. No one was. Everyone was talking about the new kid.

What's so cool about being smarter than a teacher? That'll just make you the target for everyone. Everybody will probably ask them to do their homework.

I waited for class to be dismissed. I can't wait to beat Clyde's ass. He molested the girl I love. That's unforgivable.

The bell rang and everybody left the classroom. I followed Clyde out until he reached his locker.

"My fist need to talk to you." I glared at him. He looked confused. "Dude, what's wrong with yo-" I cut him off with a punch to the face.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" A student shouted from behind us. Others began to crowd around us. I heard Red's cheers.

Clyde punched me in the gut. I kicked his crotch. I hitched my breath, not backing down. My fist were bruised, and so were his.

We continued to punch, kick, and slam each other. I landed a punch on the side of his face, knocking him to the floor. I came out as the victor.

I ran away from the cheering crowds. They're such idiots. A teacher could've appeared at any moment with all that noise.

I needed to treat any wounds that I had. My face is bruised up and so are my knuckles. I think Clyde might've busted my lip or something.

I made my way to the nurse's office, knowing that they aren't there. They're always skipping work, which makes it a lot easier for me.

I opened the door to the nurse's office and looked inside. Right there, sitting on a bed, was [N/N]. They looked up at me, surprised, and slammed the journal they had in their hands shut.

"Oh, you're here." I mumbled. They stood up, hopefully they'd leave, but they didn't. They scanned me over, silently.