Bad Boy Wolfhard (Finn Wolfhard × Reader)

One

Your P.O.V

I walked to the school doors as a small, warm summer breeze slightly blew my hair to the side. I tucked a loose strand behind my ear as I opened the grey door and took my first step inside the new school.

Other teenagers filled the hallways, finding their new lockers and looking for their first classes. I went to the office to check in, and get a piece of paper that showed me where to go.

(Okay tbh I'm not even in high school so I don't know what y'all do at the beginning of the year 💁)

"H-Hi I'm (y/n) (y/l/n), I'm new here and-" The lady behind the small desk and computer cut me off rudely and handed me a piece of paper.

"First class is mathematics, your locker is B13. No complaining kid." She said with a cold sting to her voice.

I take the paper and turn around, staring down at it.

'Locker B, Number 13.' The first sentence read and the next says;

'First Class: Mathematics.
Second Class: Chemistry.
Third Class: Biology.' Then the list went on and on until the end of the paper.

I walk to the locker hall that had the letter B above the lockers.

1, 2, 3, 4... Ah, number 13. I open the locker to see an empty shelf, and a cob web in the corner.

Suddenly, there's a loud noise from beside me. A boy had whipped open his locker, nearly hitting me in the head.

"Jesus Christ..." I mutter to myself and he must've heard me.

"Something bothering you, new girl?" He asks, slightly shutting the locker's door to see me.

"No, I'm sorry." I apologize, but sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?

"Good." He throws a book in his locker and slams it shut, creating another loud noise.

"I think it's loud enough, dipshit!" I yell at him before he goes away completely.

"Thought you said nothing was bothering you." He turns around, his black curly hair moving along with him.

"Well when you're making it sound like a fucking nuclear bomb went off beside me, it kind of does bother me, dipshit." I admit and he puts his pale hand on his hip, along with furrowing his brown eyebrows.

"I have a name, you know." He says, annoyed by getting called 'dipshit'. "It's Finn, looking forward to hearing you scream it too, hot stuff." He winks and walks away, leaving me speechless.

Hellllllllllll no! I mean he's cute and all but fuck that. I think to myself silently as I put my unwanted books into the once empty locker.

Time Skip Brought To You By: Steve Harrington, a Shitty Boyfriend But A Damn Good Babysitter.

I walk into my first class and sit down at a random desk nervously, not wanting to get a bad seat. More students flooded into the room after me and one sits next to me, being.. Of course, Finn.

"Following me, stalker?" I question him as I take my notebook from my plaid backpack that I had set onto the ground beside me.

"Not my fault we have a class together." He mumbles under his breath, also taking his own notebook from his black backpack.

"Are you a goth or something d- Finn?" I say, almost calling him dipshit again. I notice he's wearing almost all black other than his blue, ripped jeans.

"No, I just like black." He snarls as the teacher walks into the classroom, whistling to catch everyone's attention and to stop their chatter.

"Attention students! I'll be your math teacher, Mrs. Lloyd." She introduces herself and tucks her black, short hair behind her ear and writes her name on the whiteboard.

"I'd be happy to introduce everyone to our newest student, (y/n)!" Mrs. Lloyd speaks and points to me, motioning me to come up to the front.

I do as I'm told and she continues talking.

"Say a few things about yourself, (y/n)."

"Well I moved here from Ontario (Canada)... Um, that's it really." I say softly and Mrs. Lloyd looks disappointed in the single fact about me.

"Are you sure there's nothing else?" She asks me and I shake my head no. "Alright... Please take a seat, then."

I quickly walk back to my seat and almost trip on my bag, which had sagged to it's side, being in the middle of the aisle.

"You seem pretty boring, (y/n). Wonder if it's the same under the sheets." A boy behind me whispers, his friends snickering at the comment, along with Finn.

"Shut up, you won't get to find out either." I demand and he puts his hands up in surrender, leaning back as well.

'God, I just moved here and I'm already getting hit on...' I think to myself silently, shifting my attention back to Mrs. Lloyd.

Time Skip Brought To You By: Nancy Wheeler, A Bitch But She Has A Nice Shot.

The bell rings, announcing next class. Everyone packs up quickly and runs out, as I take my time unlike the others...

After Finn leaves, I'm the last in the class. I just finish putting my things into my bag, and an early student comes into the class. He waits for me to leave and I get up, turning to him.

"Sorry I took so long.." I apologize to him and he flicks his wrist.

"Nah, no big deal. I'm Jack, I don't think I've seen you around before." He introduces himself as he holds his small hand out for me to shake.

"I'm (y/n), and yeah I just moved here actually." I shake his hand firmly and grin as I let go of his hand.

"Cool! Well, see you later (y/n)." He says energetically as he takes his seat and I walk out, heading to my next class.

I rush to my locker and with shaky, nervous hands I manage to open it and I see Finn beside me again.

"Whoa, what's the rush hottie?" He questions and combs his black hair back with his long, pale fingers.

"Nothing. I just umm.. Don't want to be late." I lie about being super nervous about how bad I am at chemistry..

"Alright whatever you say. See ya around." He runs off to his next class and I walk to my own class.

Another Time Skip Brought To You By: Eddie Kaspbrak, He Doesn't Want A Staph Infection...

It was the end of the day (yeah big time skip but whatever) and I was about to go to my locker to collect the things I needed, when the book I was holding got knocked out of my hand, spilling papers onto the floor.

"Oops!" A familiar voice yells as others laugh.

"Finn!" I scream angrily as I kneel down to pick up the papers and my book. "These are important!" I collect all of the things off the floor, stuffing them back into the book.

"Are you used to being on your knees?" Finn asks and the crowd laughs more, making me more angry.

"Shut the fuck up." I stand up and run to my locker, stuffing everything into my bag.

"Feisty, are we? I like em like that." He claims and I sling my bag onto my shoulder, walking past him quickly and heading for the doors.

"Wait up!" He shouts and catches up to me, grabbing me. "Got something on your ass." He points at my ass and slaps it, making me scream.

"FINN!!!" I yell again, more angry.

"Yell that even louder when I'm in your room, would you?" He gets this sly smirk on his face and I slap it right off. "Ow! Fuck you, bitch! I'm out of here."

"Good."

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Oh God oh God oh God oh God - this is shit.... I'm sorry here's some bleach for your eyes.

*insert bleach*