FreakShow | Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Chapter Nine

At lunch Malcolm and Rosie were throwing food at my mouth, cheering each time it made its way into my mouth. "Three in a row!" Rosie yells with enthusiasm, throwing her fists in the air. "We have a winner!"

"Go Y/n!" Malcolm cheers as Alejandro sat by me. "What am I missing?" He asks us.

"We're throwing food into Y/n's mouth." Rosie smiles. "She won the national championship. You just missed the confetti. The crowd went wild, her victory dance was a solid ten."

Alejandro laughs, eating his nachos. "Sad I missed it. Video it next time." I forced a smile, checking my phone. Finn still hasn't text me, he must be busy.

While I was chewing on my food I heard giggles behind me, suddenly being shoved forward. "Hey freak." We all stopped what we were doing, turning to see two girls and a boy. "Do you need me to take your fork away? In case...you know?" The girl behind her a trying to suppress her laughter, acting as if she said a funny joke. I remained my cool, eating a french fry. "I'm good."

"Sure?" She asks, dying for a reaction from me. I nod, turning back around. "Your parents should send you to church camp. I heard before you left, you made out with some girl and cut her wrist. What's even more sick is that you looked like you were turned on by it, and you even licked it!" She says the last part loudly, making the room dead silent. I saw some kids arching up to see what was going on. She's lying, I hate it when people lie. "Are you some sick sociopath?" The last words were practically a scream, my hands itched towards my fork. Make her bleed.

I clench my jaw, pulling my hand away before standing to look at her in the eyes. "I'd rather be a freak than someone like you."

Her fists balled, angry at not getting a reaction out of me. "You crazy bitch."

"Yeah, at least I own it." I seemed calm and careless to everyone, but my lips itches upwards at the thought of banging her head against the table until she was covered in blood. I wanted to hear her scream and beg me to stop. I want to destroy her. Imagining her shake in fear seems to pleasure me. "Now get lost." I sat back down.

"You're never going to be happy. You'll rot alone freakshow." I rolled my eyes, not caring. That is until she slapped the back of my head.

My blood began to boil, hearing gasps and seeing Malcolm shake his head no at me. But I ignored him, I ignored them all. I grab my tray and slam it to her head, seeing her fall down with a scream of shock. Her best friend didn't know what to do, staying back. I shot her a warning glare before spitting on the girl crying. I smiled, satisfied to see blood on her nose.

"What on earth is going on here!" A teacher barked. I jumped, seeing my english teacher.

"She attacked my friend for no reason! She was walking by and this freak hit her with her tray!" Her friend lied.

And so did the boy. "Yeah, it's true! I seen it all!"

"No it wasn't!" Rosie defended. "Mr. Edgar, they were harassing her and when Y/n turn back around to ignore them, Cassie slapped her. She was only defending herself!" Alejandro and Malcolm were nodding with agreement. But Mr. Edgar wasn't having it. "You two!" He points to me and Cassie. "Principal's office now!"

We got up, following him to the principal's office. While we were waiting I glared at Cassie. "I will kill you next time you try something like that again. Don't think I won't, I'll start by drowning that stupid puppy of yours." I didn't know she had one but my guess was confirmed when she gasped loudly, whimpering.

The door opened and he motioned for us to come in. I smirked with satisfaction as I saw that he was about to show us the video footage from the security camera. I hated the mic it had but this time, I was happy. Cassie jaw dropped as he played it, hearing every word she said. But he was still mad at the both of us, his face was an alarming red, ready to explode. And when the video was over, he did. Cassie flinched and cried while I just sat there, rolling my eyes. The results was I was suspended for a day and Cassie got three.