Corpse Bride: Victor x Reader

Chapter 1

     "Bye mom," I yelled as I shut the front door. I sprinted across the lawn towards my bike, the wet grass brushing my ankles. It was a misty morning and the sun barely shined through the dreary clouds. I bent down to grab my bike and jumped onto the seat. I then peddled across the cement sidewalk while the frosty wind blew through my hair. I was quite cold in my school uniform, the freezing air reaching every bit of my bare skin. I was required to wear a black miniskirt with a white top, but at least I had the freedom of letting my hair down. If I had a choice though, I wouldn't have chosen to go to this strict private school, but my parents wanted me to get the highest education possible. It was the closest school to our house anyway. Speaking of which, I started to slow down when I made it to the entrance of the building. Locking my bike to the bike rack, I adjusted my backpack as I walked through the wide doors. The moment I walked in, I was accompanied by the usual chatting and the sound of squeaking shoes on the tiled floor. I walked through the crowd avoiding eye contact. I'm pretty bad when it comes to making friends, I'm a bit quiet. But I sort of got used to being alone. I sat down at an empty lunch table and got out my sketchbook and pencil. I began to sketch a single flower that I saw outside through the window. I was so concentrated that I didn't notice someone walk towards me until I heard,
     "Hello, is t-this spot taken?" The first thing I noticed was the British accent and when I looked up mildly surprised I stared at the boy for a second. He was tall and slender, his black shiny hair slightly swooped over his forehead and his skin very pale. I must've been staring too long because when he spoke again I jumped slightly. "Hello?" I was brought back into reality and quickly said,
     "Oh! Sorry, yes, you can sit there." He smiled and sat down. There was another awkward silence, so I continued to draw to keep myself occupied. He probably felt the tension as well because he leaned down to grab something from his backpack. When he came back up he had a large black sketchbook in his hand. I was slightly interested and said, "Oh, you draw too."
     "Yes, yes I do," he added, but before he could open his sketchbook, the bell suddenly rang.
     "Welp, that's the bell, got to go." I packed my sketchbook and lifted my backpack over my shoulder. I quickly fled the scene and drowned into the herd of students before he could reply. When I was walking to my homeroom however, I couldn't help but feel a bit confused about the encounter. Why did he randomly sit across from me when there were plenty of other empty tables around? And why did he have a British accent? Perhaps he's not from here. I haven't seen him around until now, and were already one quarter into the school year. As I walked into advisory, I sat down at my usual chair and waited for the class to start. People filed in one after the other until the teacher finally walked in.
     "Good morning everyone!" Everyone groaned in reply. Then the door opened again and in came the same boy from the cafeteria. Slightly shocked I stared as he walked towards the teacher.
     "Sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding my way around the school."
     "No worries! I'm Ms. Jones by the way," she responded. She then turned to the class and introduced the new boy. "Everyone, this is our new student Victor! He's come all the way from England!" That explains the accent. Victor nervously fidgeted with his tie as he stared at his new classmates. "You'll fit right in, Victor. Here, go ahead and sit over there." I was startled when she pointed to the chair right next to me. We glanced at each other acknowledging that we had already met, and when he took a seat I nervously looked out the window to pretend like I wasn't paying attention.
     "So, I never got your name," he said to me. I turned around knowing I couldn't ignore him any longer.
     "I'm y/n."
     "Cool, I'm Victor, as you may have already heard." He had nothing else to say so for the rest of the class we just did what we were told to by the teacher. Then the bell finally rang and I tidied up for my next class. "Y/n," he said abruptly. I turned to face him. "Do you mind he-helping me find my next class? I still haven't quite got used to the building."
     "Er, sure." He handed me his schedule and I gasped slightly.
     "What is it?" He asked.
     "That's weird...we have every single class together except one. We're both sophomores and you're in honors with me."
     "Well that makes it easier," he chuckled.