Lloyd Garmadon x Male Reader |Just My Type|

Chapter 1: Evil

I woke up this morning with the loud beep of my alarm clock ringing in my ears. I hated listening to that stupid alarm. I honestly just hated going to school.

Most kids didn't like me. I don't have any friends. It used to be worse at my old school. The bullying was awful.

You know that saying, the one that goes "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?" That's a lie. I could handle the hitting, kicking, and tripping, but it was the insults that really got to me. The things that people would say just made me feel awful about myself. It made me insecure about my weight, my height, my hair, my face, my clothes... pretty much anything that could make me feel bad, DID make me feel bad. My mom always told me to suck it up. Giving in to mindless insults was a sign of "weakness." As she would like to put it, which only made me feel worse about myself.

But all of this stuff changed when I moved to Ninjago High. I still have no friends, of course, but I'm no longer the center of negative attention. That would be Lloyd. Lloyd Garmadon.

I don't know why everyone hated him so much. I get it, he's the son of the evil Lord Garmadon, but that doesn't mean Lloyd is bad. He still goes to school and works just as hard as the rest of us. I don't know... Maybe I'm thinking about it too hard... Maybe Lloyd is evil. Who knows... I'll try not to think about it too hard.

I didn't really do much to get ready for school. I just ran my fingers through my hair until I thought it looked presentable, threw a hoodie on and grabbed by bag and left. I didn't say bye to my mom. She was probably still asleep.

I walk to the bus stop and those thoughts from earlier still run through my head. The word "evil" is a strong one, isn't it? How would someone define "evil?" You can't really decide if someone is evil or not unless you've met them, and I feel like it's a word only to describe those who are truly awful. Not just someone who might look or act different, or even come from a family that some would consider "evil."

I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm thinking too hard about something I told myself I wouldn't think too hard about... stupid brain...

The bus pulls up and I'm snapped out of my thoughts. I climb aboard the bus and take my seat in the back on the left. Boys on the left, girls on the right. I don't know why they came up with this rule. It was dumb. I can assure you that I'm not going to act any different on the ride to school just because I'm sitting next to a boy instead of a girl, but whatever. Nobody ever sat next to me anyway. I normally had the seat all to myself.

To pass the time on the way to school, I would just scroll through whichever social media I hadn't checked in a while, and most of the pages I followed were fanpages for the secret ninja. I really liked them, a little too much, probably. The idea of them saving the city all the time was super cool to me. I even have some posters of them in my room. The Green Ninja was my favorite, in fact, I kind of had a huge crush on him. Even though you can't see his face past his mask, there was just something about him that I found super attractive, more attractive than the rest of the ninja, but I have no idea what that would be. He just appealed to me more.

When we got to school, I stepped out of the bus and made my way to my locker. I shoved my bag in my locker and pulled out the books I would need for my morning classes, but before I went to class, I pulled out my phone and checked the 'Good Morning Ninjago' website. 95% chance of an attack today. Of course.

I hate the fact that I have to check to see if I'll have a safe day at school or not. As much as I like Ninjago High for not being inhabited by people who hate my guts, constant threat of attack was definitely a negative. At least we have those secret ninja.

I open my locker and shove my algebra book back inside. No point in taking it because the attack will probably happen before second period, and the attacks normally last about 40 minutes to an hour, so I figured I could leave the extra weight behind. I drag my feet as I make my way to my first period language arts class.