Heather Duke x Reader

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I enter school without a scratch so far. As I'm heading to my locker in the hallway I find Heather Duke being pressed against the lockers by one of the most perverted boys in school; Kurt. "C'mon, you don't have to be shy with me. I know exactly how you feel about me," I hear Kurt creepily say against Heather's ear. She shoves him lightly and says, "Stop! I don't like you! Where did you even get that idea?!" She struggles to get away from him but fails. I walk up to them and push Kurt. "Hey! Leave her alone! You heard her! Stop means stop!" I say shakily, but still trying to sound confident. He snickers. "Well, if it isn't the homo freak." He trains his focus on me now. "You better get outta here before I kick your ass." I take in a shaky breath. "No." He scoffs. "No? I don't think so." He grabs me by my shirt and slams me into the lockers. I yelp in pain. Wow, that hurt. "Kurt, stop!" Heather pleads. Um, why does Heather care about my well being? "Don't you be defending this dyke!" He yells and punches me in the arm. I yell in pain. "Kurt, stop! This wasn't the plan!" Plan? Oh my god. I felt bad for Heather Duke and wanted to save her, but it was an act. I get angry quickly. "Oh my god! This was a setup! What the fuck?!" I look at Heather feeling so betrayed, although I shouldn't have trusted her in the first place. She looks away from me in shame. "Kurt. Let go of me." He laughs. "Not gonna do that." I inhale loudly. "Okay." I say in quiet anger. I kick Kurt in the groin and he falls over holding his crotch. "Fuck!" He yells. I walk in the opposite direction of my class, planning on skipping and just going home. "Y/N, wait!" I look at her with tears rolling down my face, not realizing that I'm crying. "What? You want to call me dyke one last time?" I say sobbing. She walks over to me and abruptly grabs me. "What are you doing?!" I try to wriggle away. She gets close to my ear and says, "You don't want to go that way to leave. Heather and Heather planned on catching you and doing something....worse to you than what Kurt did." I shiver not wanting to know what Heather Chandler's plan was. I nod and let her lead me to a different exit. There was a somewhat secret exit at the end of the hall. She motioned for me to open the door and I did so. When I walk outside I look up at the sky and marvel at the pale purple sky, feeling the harsh wind sting my skin. Heather Duke meets me outside. I look at her for a few moments, realizing what she did just now. I admire her features. Her dark, straight, brown hair waves in the wind and her blue eyes are fixed on me, as well are mine on her. She breaks eye contact with me. "Heather, Heather, and I sometimes skip classes and would hang out here." She looks back at me. "That's pretty badass," I say, and Heather laughs. I keep eye contact with her and say, "Thank you." We are both silent for a moment, and Heather steps a few feet closer to me. Then the unexpected happens. She abruptly hugs me and says, "I'm sorry." I don't know what to say. This is so shocking. Heather Duke is actually kind. "It's okay," I say and hug her and try to pull away but she keeps hugging me. I stutter. "It's not okay," she says and her grip on me tightens. My face gets hot and I hug her again. I smile warmly at Heather after we stop hugging and she does the same. Should I tell her how I feel? My heart races and my face gets hot. "I....," I start, trailing off. She looks slightly concerned and confused at me. I shake my head. "Never mind. Do you want to get out of here with me?" I ask extending my hand out to her. She looks at me, thinking about what decision she should make. I smile and say, "It'll be very." And offer my hand to her again. She smiles like I've never seen her smile before, takes my hand, and says, "Yeah. Let's go."

I know this is really fucking weird, but this is the draft I had from so long ago and just went with it. Hope you guys like.