BTT x Reader Chapter 1: I Like My Own Company

Lockers were opened, carelessly dug through, and slammed shut. Tired and ecstatic students shuffled through the noisy, early morning halls to classes, the library, or the commons [1]. The overwhelming scent of sweat, coffee, perfume, axe, new shoes, grass, hairspray, and books slithered its way round and round through the campus. A horrible mix. This scent, we call it, ‘High school.’

Yeah. High school. The mix of jocks, geeks, mutes, ‘freaks’, otakus, and everything in between. The place where all teenagers are, eventually, forced, one way or another, to bond. The place where everyone thinks they’re getting older; the place where being 16 means 6. The place where students believe they find their true meaning. That students find they’re something important, or worthless, or not even there at all. This is where our story starts off.

Take a right down the hall from the entrance, up three flights of stairs, the fourth corridor to the left, and the 7th classroom’s extra lab; this is where Mr. Mooney’s Biology Class sat every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

Students who felt the need to be on time, stepped in the lab, 10 minutes before the Warning Bell rang. White, blonde, and brown bounced into their spots behind the lab table. They awaited their assigned seat buddy, ______.
“Do you think the frau’ll be late~?”
“Non, if she doesn’t show up in 5 minutes, she’s going to be absent.”
“Amigos, look! Here she comes!”
A girl, somewhat heavy, medium height, and smelling of soft strawberries stepped in. She held her binder and notebook to her chest, bag slung over her shoulder. Her seat was silently filled and she shuffled with her things, placing them in the spots she felt right. Red eyes met hers, and she looked down, a slight frown on her thin lips. Hands snaked around her waist, head on her shoulders.
“Ignoring us now, chica~?”
She pinched one of his hands, removing the other one while making sure that by the time he pulled his arms back to himself, they ached.
“Why don’t you ever leave me alone?” She opened her textbook once the words left her lips, burning the page with her gaze.
“Because, Mon Cherie, you’re important for our group. They are no good when it comes to work, after all.”
She sighed, rolling her dulled eyes. She pulled out a fresh notebook page and began to note down the day’s lesson, before the teacher even appeared.
“And frauuuuuuu--” A note was shoved under the whining males’ noses. She turned back to her business and kept her quiet appearance.
‘DRRRIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGG’
“Good morning early bugs, and those on time. We’ll wait for morning announcements and start discussing our dissection project for today.” Mr. Mooney walked in, clapping his hands together, a smile on his old bright face.
‘Bzzt.’ “Good morning students of Taylor High. Please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance………”
_____ zoned out the annoying drone of the life draining principal and stood. Her hand to her left chest, a sigh passed. Her eyes wandered to the white door that opened and shut as more and more late students entered, the window that peered down at the grass below, into the school entrance. Her ears listened to anything that wasn’t the annoying morning speech she heard every damn morning. A paper was pressed into her left hand, making her senses jolt with realization of the people surrounding.
“And our morning announcements conclude with our reminder; school clubs quarterly year dues are needed in next Friday~” And with that, the squeaky principal’s over excited voice shut up with an electronic click. Students took their seats and prepared their things, waiting for Mr. Mooney to give out directions.
_____, having done it before the teacher had walked in, had a few minutes to herself as the rest of the class was ordered around to do what he dictated. She crumpled the paper in her left palm and unfolded it, letting the agonizing crinkling noise fill the little noise her ears allowed her to take in.
‘____,
We only want to be your friends, there’s no need to be uncomfortable with us. Really, we find you quite intrigui-‘  
That was as far as she agreed to read before ripping it in two and shoving it in her bag with a gruesome frown. She didn’t like people. Especially friends. Friends always hurt her.

[1]: Commons is another name we have for the cafeteria. I don't know if it's just in my school district or if everyone knows. Sorry if I made it seem like I thought you guys knew nothing. ; I never mean anything that way! Unless I really do think you're stupid, and in that case I'd do more than just make notes on things.....
<A/N: Sorry for the short first chapter. I have no timeeeee. I’ll upload more as soon as finals and my sister’s wedding sketches are complete. Maybe I’ll have another chapter up next week. :3 I hope so. Please comment. I hope you all like~>