You look at your schedule, your next biology class is upstairs. No friends yet, you sigh. You're the new kid and no one is batting an eye in your direction. You walk up the stairs to room 420 and walk in. Silent unfamiliar faces look towards you...you've just interrupted a lesson and you start feeling your cheeks get red with embarrassment.
"10 minutes late I see" the teacher exclaimed as he stopped writing on the board.
"Uh.. i'm new" you say awkwardly.
"Oh. Introduce yourself"
"I am.. y/n" you say.
"Hi y/n" the whole class says in unison.
"Y/n. I'm Mr. John the most elite teacher in this whole school. Find a seat"
You sit down in the nearest empty seat you can find. Your eyes drift to the boy beside you.
"Hey shorty give me your number" says the kid
"Um.. who are you?" you say grossed out
"I'm Robert."
"Yeah, hi" you go back to the lesson. They were learning about poptart fighting techniques. This topic was new to you, in your old school you learned about the history of memes and investigate the biology of feet. Plus, fighting techniques are not even biology! It's history!
Your eyes suddenly catch someone... something...
You know it's love at first sight. He has the most beautiful golden brown skin... the greatest body you've ever seen. You knew you've fallen deeply in love. It seemed like Robert read your thoughts because he said, "Why are you staring at a chicken nugget..."
"uh..." you don't want to admit your crush to Robert now.
"Do... you have a crush..?"
"NO" you lied.
"...You do! aUgh! WHY DOES NO ONE LOVE MEEE" Robert immediately got up and confronted the chicken nugget.
"Hey... don't you ever talk to y/n got it?" The chicken nugget didn't respond.
"DONT GET NEAR MY [y/n pronouns: GIRL/BOY/NUGGET]" The chicken nugget didn't respond.
" SO YOU THINK SAYING NOTHING MAKES YOU BIGGER AND BETTER HUH WELL FU-"
"Robert sit down" Mr. John said.
"Fine..." He sat down defeated.
"...Hey." You feel someones hand- something on your shoulder. You turn around.
"Your new huh." It was the nugget. His voice was like butter and was so mesmerizing that you almost forgot that chicken nuggets don't have vocal cords.
"Want me to help you catch up after school?"
"Yeah, sure." You replied, heart thumping.
"OK, meet me outside class."
He was too short to be your type; 60 inches too short. But he had a great tan, from the fryer perhaps and the greatest voice, which you wonder how he could speak-
You gasp. You see him walk up real close to another girl in your class. He's a player. And- oh no... he has a leather jacket and smokes cigarette... he's a.... bad boy.
You've read to many brooding bad boy wattpad stories full of bad boy characters who try to make being rude, low-key abusive and doing illegal things sexy, written by people who don't know what a healthy relationship looks like to know that you've fallen for someone, who's not so good for you... I better stay away from him, you think. But something... something tells you he's bad from the outside... other than the sodium and saturated fats...
Authors note :
Ok this is more meta and satirical than my other ones hope it's ok lol
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Chicken Nugget x reader
Randomthis is a fanfic about a chicken nugget x reader. end me pls
