The New Girl (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Introduction:

(Author's Note: Sorry if this is a long page! I tried to be detailed with it. But anyways, hope you enjoy! P.S. This fanfic includes some swearing, fighting, and drinking, just letting you guys know.)

(Y/N)'s POV:
So you're probably wondering how my job at Kingsman all started. Well, here it goes:
I was a college student at a private college not too far from me. I was studying music and history at that time. Anyways, I had to deal with this bitch named Sophie Welsh that was in one of my classes. She's one of those popular wannabes that thinks they're self entitled to everything, only goes to class to show off the stuff her daddy gave her when she clearly is too damn lazy to get a job just like the rest of us, and, just like you expected, a thot. Yeah, she's one of THOSE girls. To be honest, she's really not all that. She doesn't know what it's like to work hard and strive to accomplish your goals. Sophie had everything handed to her whenever she wants it.

Cutting to the chase, I got bullied... a lot and I was getting sick and tired of it. All I did was turn the other cheek and moved on, until one day she decided to make a complete ass of herself. As I was walking to my next class, she nudged my shoulder with her pitiful strength to knock me down. However, I was still standing up. "Watch where you're going you pig!" she said. "Says the one that clearly dresses like one." I mumbled to myself, referring to all the pink she wears just about every single day. She turned around, giving me an angry look and said, "Excuse me?" I turned around, knowing that I cannot back away from this after so many tries in the past. This time, I had to stand up for myself. "Did I stutter?" I answered with another question. She scoffed and got close to my face. She said, taking a deep breath, "You better watch it, fat ass!" I smirked, knowing exactly what I was gonna say next. "At least my fat ass is real unlike your's. I bet Barbie is jealous with all of that plastic you filled yourself with. Besides, you didn't work hard for that body. You had to whine and beg your rich daddy to pay for those surgeries. But on the bright side, at least you're saving the turtles." Sophie got mad and tried to push me down. I quickly grabbed her wrists, tightening them with my strength and pushed her out of my way, making her poor little ankles wear out and fall on the ground. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going." She took off her heels and quickly got up and grabbed my arm, pulling me back to her spot and turned me around. "Come on and fight me!" she demanded.

At this point, I knew this was going to be the worse decision of her life. I rolled up my sleeves and walked towards her. "Are you sure you want to do that? Because I sure can." I could see that she was a bit nervous, but the way she is, she likes to get the attention and she threw the first punch.
(As I was always told, never throw the first punch. My dad taught me how to defend myself and fight. He used to hang out at bars and played pool with the other guys. There was a lot of fights that happened at those places and the only time he was involved with it was to protect someone else. I guess you could say he was like a bodyguard. He didn't like people causing violence and making fools of themselves. I'm glad that I have him as a dad. I bet he would be so proud of me.)

I moved to the opposite side, missing her punch. I cocked my head to the side and threw a fast punch right on her left cheek. We began to fight; I threw a lot of upper cuts, jabs, hooks, and a few kicks along with it. All she did was whine and cry, only flapping her arms like a bird. After a couple minutes, the administrators rushed to the scene and broke up the fight. I was only left with a couple bruises on my arms, while Sophie was drenched in her own blood. I felt kinda bad that it had gotten really bloody, but she did asked for it. We were both sent to the main building, Sophie going to the nurse's office while I was being sent to the dean's office. All that happened was that I was being scolded for my behavior, even when I tried to explain that I was just defending myself from a bully. They obviously didn't bought it and just told me that I was getting to the point that I was gonna be kicked out of the campus. Before they said anything else, I asked if I could use the restroom. They let me go and so there I went walking to the ladies' room.

As I was heading towards that direction, I was stopped by a man with a British accent. He was tall, bald, and wore a very nice suit. It looked like it could be worth thousands of dollars; he looked very elegant and exquisite. "Excuse me miss," I looked at him and responded with a yes. "Are you that girl that was in a fight with that other girl just not too long ago," I nodded, refusing to say anything because I thought it was another administrator. "You sure do know how to fight!" I looked up in confusion, but took the compliment. "Oh well, thank you. But aren't you an administrator? Wouldn't that be inappropriate to say to your students?" He shook his head no and said, "No I'm not. I'm actually from Britain and I'm just here to visit the colleges. I was given a tour to see what they're like and talk to some of the students about their plans." I listened to him and we started a conversation. He asked me what I was studying and what I was planning to go after college. I told him about my love for music and history, but I also told him about, because of what happened, that I might be kicked out of college. "I'm so pissed that I might get kicked out," I said. "I was looking forward to getting my bachelor's degrees and find a career." He was so patient with me and listened. After I told him how I felt, he asked me a question. "How would you like to work for me?" "Do what?" I said. "I have a shop over in Britain that is very well known and I'm looking for new workers. Would you be interested?"

I didn't know what to say, and, at first, I didn't think about joining. However, something told me that it might be best to try. I didn't knew exactly what it was, but I went along with it and gave it a try. He stuck his hand out in a handshake and I took his hand, shaking it. "Merlin." he greeted. "(Y/N)." I replied. It took a while to have my parents' acceptance because the majority of the time I was scolded about getting kicked out. Yet, my father knew exactly what I was going through and hugged me. All he told me was to be safe and don't let anyone get in my way to success. After weeks of packing and getting everything set up to move to England, I hugged my family goodbye as I headed to the airplane to fly off to another part of the world. At that point, I knew for a fact that this was going to be quite a journey I'm gonna be in for the rest of my life.