Falling For The Bad Boy | a daddy pig x reader fanfic

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Bzz Bzz Bzz

I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm ringing constantly. God I hate that sounds.

It's that time of the year where school starts again. I wonder how many people will notice me

Probably none, I'm too independent. You see, I'm not like other girls

I'm Y/N, and I'm different

First of all, I'm 1'7, with green emerald jet black orbs, and a two inch waist with a curvy gorgeous incredible amazing hourglass body, big boobs big butt skinny and pretty face

But as I said. I'm not like other girls. Other girls like makeup and have blonde hair that reaches down to their toenails

My hair is black with blue and purple streaks, with my edgy side parting. I love eyeliner so much, and I like taking pictures from a high angle.

Oh and I love layers and fishnets. My fashion sense is too alien in this world

I draw and wear glasses sometimes, see, different

But anyways, I slip out of bed and put on my 1883827372737347374 layers of shirts and a skirt with fishnets that make my voluptuous   booty stand out, and wear my edgy eyeliner

I then go downstairs to eat some breakfast, just a few pieces of toast

I grab my backpack and head outside, plugging in my headphones and listen to My Chemical Romance, the best band ever

As I walk to school, everybody has changed. Now every girl wants to fit in with the latest trends and start wearing foundation to cover up their pimples. I don't do that. My skin is gorgeous

As I walk down the hallways, I see my best friend Xylemphobiadownstraightbeccaveronice  Walters

Just Becca for short

"Hey y/n"

"Hey Xylemphobiadownstraightbeccaveronice"

"I told you to just call me becca"

"Only joking Becs, have you seen everybody this year?"

"Yeah, they're all uglier. Not like us though."

"Oh definitely"

Suddenly the bell rings. I look down at my timetable to see that I have Art next, I'm so original

"Becca, I've got art, see ya!"

"Bye y/n"

I walk to art, humming Teenagers, my favourite song

Finally I make it to art class. New year, new seating plan

I'm sat near the back, as always. It was then when I heard all the girls gossiping about a new boy. Ew. I hate new people

At that exact moment, I feel a gust of wind as I look towards the door, somebody has just walked in. He looks boring, and kind of basic

Well that's a lie. He's anything but basic

He's awfully tall. Roughly 14ft tall. And he's got a ton of piercings, and is that a tattoo I see? No, THREE tattoos! At this age? He looks like a rebel

Somebody a quiet edgy girl like me wants to stay away from...

"Okay class quiet down, welcome new kid Daddy Pig! Let's find somewhere for you to sit! How about, let's see, ah, there's a free space next to Y/N, you can sit there!"

Oh no