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Jock! Dust x Nerd! Fem! Reader Lemon

(The video is completely unrelated. Also Dust request goes to: blo0ki Hope you enjoy :) )

  Reader's p.o.v

       Tomorrow is another day. Except that day was today, and I was already at school, with the usual bullies. Fun. I held in my whimpers as the leader grabbed my hair and slammed my head in the lockers. They laughed as I fell to the floor, hands wiping away my tears as my chest heaved for precious air. Good side was No one cared about the bruises, I even lived alone so I didn't have to hide them... Bad side was these guys took full advantage of that. When the bell finally rang, they gave me one last kick and walked off. I sighed and clutched my knees to my chest, closing in on myself to take a moment and catch my breath.

   Heaving, I forced myself up and vegan looking for my bag. Left.... Right... In front, behind, "oh, no..." I turned all around, not catching a glance of it anywhere " no no no....!" I whined when I realized I left it at home... aw shit. A defeated sigh escaped me as I walked to class, thankfully not late. I sat in my desk, further in the back and tried my best to remember everything the professor said. Damn, today was a good lesson, wish I had my notebook to at least write some of it down. I sighed again (it couldn't be healthy to sigh this much) but decided it was better it was at least at home and not being burned by one of those jerks of a jock.

    My hating on jocks was interrupted when a notebook and pencil was placed in front of me. I gasped when I saw the name on it. Dust. I looked over to the feared jock himself, shocked. He didn't look up, but said "write in it" in that s̶e̶x̶y̶ cold voice of his. Ok, maybe I don't hate all jocks, but having a crush on Dust was like eating forbidden fruit. I knew it was never going to happen. But even as that thought stayed in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but admire how neat and lacy his handwriting was. It was beautiful and his notes were so neat. I looked over at him, watching him for a second. He was leaned back casually in his chair, lightly tapping his pencil on the side of the desk with a bored glare on the teacher. His eyes flicked over to meet mine, catching my stare. I jumped and turned back to the notebook before turning to a blank page and writing the lesson down.
  

    Too soon the bell rang. 2nd period was gonna start soon. I smiled and took my phone out to take a picture of my notes, before closing the book and handing it back to Dust. Or... went to. He was gone. "Huh?" I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. I hugged it to my chest and walked out the door, cautiously looking both ways down the hall. Nope. Nowhere. I lowered my head, deciding to just head to class. I'll really have to thank him later.

    Classes passed too quickly. For me anyway, a tormented girl who wanted nothing more than to go home and stay in bed. It was lunch now but I wasn't going to eat, I was too enthralled with r̶e̶a̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶D̶u̶s̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶e̶n̶t̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ reveiwing my notes. Of course my silent moment was short lived when I saw Shawn turn the corner. He sneered when he saw me "hey, look. It's the runt" he sauntered over to me, his posse in close pursuit. I quickly shut Dust's notebook and hugged it to my chest. Shawn chuckled, ripping it from my arms "ooh, what's this? Your fantasy writing book?" He tossed it back to one of his goonies, landing in Todd's hands. He snickered and started tearing out the pages, throwing the nonchalantly all over the place. I scrambled to pick them up "Stop! Stop it!" I reached up to snatch it back but Dustin grabbed me "or else what, bitch?" He and Shawn slammed me into the wall, tauting me as Todd continued tearing the notebook to shreds.

   When they were done I had a new set of bruises and wounds, but they hardly registered to me as I cried, trying to gather the pieces of the shredded pages. I clung to every remnant, stumbling to an abandoned classroom. Once inside I collapsed, hugging the paper tightly as if it could help me. Tears streamed down my face as I openly sobbed, hiding my face in my knees. A sudden knock on the door stifled my cries, my eyes blurry as I looked up to see Dust enter the room. My lip quivered as he approached "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, they destroyed it" my voice cracked as I held the battered thing out to him. He clicked his tongue, taking the book and opening it. The pages fell and scattered everywhere, pieces fluttering to the ground. He didn't pay attention, just stared at an intact page. He turned it to me, tapping a phalange on the open page.