EverybodyTALE x Readers-sama

Naj PJ x reader 1/2

It is still early, but I'm already up. After all; I still have to train, and my push-ups won't do themselves on their own.
I take a British breakfast, a shower, and sports clothes, minding being silent for the rest of my family.

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Once I did everything, I changed into what I'm the most comfortable with and walked to school.
So here I am: stopping yet another lynching from the jocks.
I do that so often, most nerds (and some teachers) see me as some sort of miracle. They call me 'badass', only because I won't stand for injustice. And honestly, I can't blame them: the jocks punch hard when they want to.
The best example would be-

" Hey! (Y/N), wait up!"

-Paperjam, AKA PJ, the leader of the jocks. He's the strongest, and since he has parents as teachers, he's basically the most untouchable person despite the sh!t he's done.
Honestly, I don't even remember why or how I fell for him. He's against everything I stand for.

" What do you want this time?
- I was wondering if you wanted to join us in-
- Let me guess, for the inter-high-school non-autorised fights?
- Yeah, you're a savage when you-
- No."

He looks at me, perplexed.

" What d'ya mean, 'no'?
- Exactly that: no. I don't wanna fight if I don't have to."

And I leave him perplexed, heading to another way than where my class is. Sure, he can always find my schedule, but I'm not going to give it to him that easily.
After some time, I finally take the right path. I look at my watch; still got enough time to be considered early. Good.
I'm not a teacher's pet, but I don't want to be late when I could have avoided it. And I decided to change my path today. My choices, my responsibilities.

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Classes passed, it's lunchtime now, and I don't know if I should go eat or not, cause I'm not hungry.
I went to see if Fresh and my other friends had any problem (which they apparently don't), but now I'm at the football stadium doing absolutely nothing.

But I still stay here: I know this is where most people are being punched in the face. Because when I say 'lunchtime', I really mean 'lynchtime'. Because frustrated jocks make punching jocks. What a drag...
Oh well! As long as I don't have to see PJ.

"(Y/n), I was looking for you !"

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Are you- Are you fùçking kidding me, God? Because, seriously? The exact moment I think that, this beautiful àSsHÖle appears out of thin air.

Part 2 will come later!