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

Chapter 5: Goths and Secrets

"What's an old man like you doing near a high school?"

I flinched. What did I just say, and why?! My hands shot up to my mouth. I looked down to the pavement.

No, we just got here... I'm already blowing my cover! I'm so stupid... I should've protested against Mom when she said she was sending me to school!

"You're dressed in men's clothes, but you sound like a female..." A male with red tips in his hair mumbled. "Can't you see? They're obviously not a conformist." A kid who I can only assume was a freshman mumbled to the other goths.

The girl, Henrietta, looked back at me. "Oh, so you're telling me some person apart of the LGBT+ community isn't a conformist when there is plenty of them walking around school?" She remarked.

"I'm not, but it's pretty uncommon to see people like that." The younger kid defended. What are they talking about? I never said anything about me being gay, bi, pan, or transgender!

Unless.... they're assuming! I was frustrated, so I began to walk back to the school's entrance.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

[Craig's P.O.V.]

The new kid is pretty strange. They left in a rush, so I wonder if they left something.... I began to make my way to the bed they sat at.

 "Let's see.... pillow, blanket, cheap mattress, and a journal!" I spoke to myself. I picked up the {F/C] journal and flipped through the pages.

"..." I was silent. [Y/N] is a girl?! She has no chest though! She did say she wore a chest binder in her writing...  What does she mean about being a rich kid, too?

From what I know, Token is the richest kid in school. There's no way that some kid could waltz in and become the richest kid in town.

I shut the journal when I heard a knock at the door. Somebody opened the door and walked inside.

"Craig, are you in here?" It was just Red. A flood of relief washed over me when I heard her voice. "Yeah, babe, I'm here." I turned to her, hiding the journal in my bag.

She let out a sigh and took me into an embrace. "I was so worried about you! Here, let me see your wounds." She let me go and sat me on the bed.

She began to treat the wounds [N/N] hadn't already tended to. She used the same rag on the same wounds, not once washing it. She pressed roughly against my open wounds.

I mentally cringed. I can't say anything or else Red would probably get disappointed. Maybe I'll ask [N/N] if they can patch up what Red and I couldn't.

[N/N]..... now that I think about it, they do look a lot like a girl.... If they have long hair, maybe they're stuffing it in their hat. If they actually are a guy, then they're pretty short for one.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Red asked, puling me from my thoughts. I mentally checked myself before I replied.

 "Your beauty, of course." I flirted. I earned an amused giggle from her as she put down her medical supplies. She moved on top of me, rapped her arms and legs around me, and rested her head on my shoulder, ignoring the deep cuts from Clyde.

"Why think about it when you can see it for yourself?" She smirked devilishly. Without a second thought, I moved her off of me.

"Hey! What was that for?" She cried. I stood up, put my shirt back on, and grabbed my bag. "You know I don't want to do that yet!" I shouted at her.

I stormed out of the room. We've had talked about sex since the beginning of our relationship, yet here she is getting on top of me like a stripper!

I can't believe she did that to me. It's almost as if she's just trying to play with my emotions for her pleasure.... wait.

Clyde seemed to be confused when I confronted him... I didn't say anything about what he "did," but he would've realized what I meant if he really did something wrong...

Was Red, the woman who I think I love, lying to me when she spoke to me about Clyde's harassment? She couldn't have, we've known each other since we were kids! We've been dating for six months! She couldn't have just faked it all....

Right?