Where do I Sit?

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I walk into the large class and scan the room. The professor notices me immediately.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"  I hesitate to speak. I hate my full name.

"Betelgeuse." he holds back laughter

"Like beetle-juice?" he punctuates his words with a charaded gesture.

"Yes, but I would prefer to be called Beej."

"Well, Beej, your seat is right there in the third row." I look over to where he's gestured.

There's one empty seat and a very terrified looking girl.

(Y/N).

I stare back and suddenly we both look like deer in headlights.

I couldn't tell who was what.

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