unlikely || squip x reader

one : new in town

WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT a new school wouldn't actually be complete shit? Who would've thought that there was actually a school decent at welcoming people who didn't quite fit in?

A one-off glance at Middle Borough High would've been a bad idea. You would only see the cover of the book, or in this case, the front of the school. Admittedly, the front lawn of the school wasn't too welcoming, with too many cliches littered on the grass, but that could never stop me. People used to say that I was easily approachable because I was easy to talk to, and I was only hoping that it would be up and working on its gears for my first day at a new school.

"Hey, are you new here?"

I blinked. I never thought that someone else would speak first.

"Yeah, so as you can already tell, I'm pretty much fucking lost." I grimaced down at the map, before glancing up-- no, down? Anyways, I glanced in the voice's direction and locked eyes with short male, approximately 5'5", with a red streak stuck out from his blonde hair. He had an infectious smile, that seemed too genuine to be true at a highschool.

He laughed heartily, but not in a way to degrade you, his laugh was child-like-- almost innocent.

"It's alright. This school is pretty fucking big for a public school." He paused, before he quickly continued on, and stuck a hand out in my direction. "I'm Richard Goranski, by the way. You can just call me Rich."

I gladly took his hand. "I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you, Rich."

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Not even a full hour in at this school, I already had a friend-- how fucking unnatural was that for the new kid who slipped into the list half-way through the year? Pretty fucking unnatural, is what I can say from experience.

"So, Y/n, we got almost all our classes together, except for Physics and P.E., but don't fret, I got my man Jake on the scene for both of those classes."

"Wow, not even half-way through first day and I've already got a bodyguard. Thank you for your indebted service to the country." I joked, saluting to the shorter male. He laughed, and with full energy, saluted back.

"Of course, madam." He replies, trying so hard to keep a serious face, but failing miserably with the grin that was slowly creeping up across his cheeks.

"I'll see you later in English, then, lieutenant Goranski." I smiled.

He waved, a small, cheeky grin on his face as I walked down the hallway.

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Physics was bullshit. I don't care for these strands of science and you may quote me on that.

But that didn't mean that it was bullshit enough for my brain to power off, no, my brain only decides to power off in subjects that actually require me to move. Like P.E., per say.

So in the context that my brain thought that physics wasn't bullshit enough, I actually learn from the subject, which was ironic enough on its own.

I took a seat near the very back and yes, I admit, my eyesight and hearing weren't the best, but I'm not on the boomer level. I just happen to function better when I'm seated in the back because I don't get distracted by anyone else. Also because I can sneakily look at memes and that on its own gives me the motivation to live longer.

Students shuffled into the class, with five minutes to spare on the clock.

"Oh, hey new seatmate!"

What is it with me being a magnet for people today? Maybe Rich would be enough for today, but I don't want to ignore the person sitting beside me. That would straight up suck, for both me and my seat mate.

"Hey to you too." I pulled out my earbuds, before looking to my left. I locked with chocolate brown hues, shielded by thickly framed glasses. He had his hair swept up to the right, strands fallen down here and there, and his bright red hoodie could immediately catch the eye of any bypasser. He had headphones on his head, but the left bud was kept behind his ear.

"I'm Michael. Michael Mell."

"I'm Y/n L/n, new dumbass on the street."

He chuckled softly, pushing down his white headphones. "Well, nice to meet a fellow dumbass." He grinned.

I glanced down onto his hoodie, and something already caught my eye within his multitude of patches.

"You listen to Marley too?" I amusedly asked. He nodded, excitement clear in his eyes. His lips curled into a smile, genuine and true.

"This is awesome! I got the best seat mate ever!" He laughed heartily.

"Holy shit, dude, you're into Apocalypse of the Damned too?!"

"No way, this cannot get any better! What level are you on?"

"Level 9 is such a bitch to beat, I'm still stuck on it!"

"My GOD, I know right?!" He groaned. "Say, you wanna come over and try to finish the level with me and my bud Jeremy?" He chirped, enthusiasm clearly evident in his features.

"Sure! Anything to finally beat that bitch of a level," I replied, feeling confident enough to trust this guy.

"Alright! I'll give you my number and address later during break,"

"How can I know you're not gonna murder me?"

"Please, Y/n, the only thing I've ever murdered are pixels arranged to look like a zombie on an 8-bit MMO."

"Point taken, Mell."

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HA YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE LONGER?? NO I HAVE CLASS IN FIVE MINUTES--

also i've lost my knack for writing this was literally a major downgrade from my past works :'>