I'm Weak (Pico x Reader) 18+

School : Chapter 3

The light seeped in from the ajar window and cast itself upon Y/n. She grunts and slowly opens her dry eyes. Letting out a heavy and depressed sigh, she forces herself to sit up, groaning in pain. Her whole body ached, nothing new. Her face felt stiff from the dried tears that plastered her face. Y/n sat there in complete silence for who knows how long. She just stared blankly out her window, not looking at anything in particular. Finally, Y/n heaves herself off the bed and glances at her janky clock on the bed side table. Her eyes shot open as she read the time. "Shit! It's 8:00, I spelt in!" She yelled without thinking. Y/n quickly grabbed whatever clothes she could find and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and put in her contact. She rushed down the stairs, bag in tow and just barely reached the knob until she felt a hand on her shoulder. It gripped her powerfully, making her turn around.
Oh God, not now.
It was her father. His face had a frown written on it, his eyes looking down at her like she were a bug that needed to be squashed.
"Why didn't you make dinner last night?" He asked sternly as he got closer to her face. His breath wreaked of alcohol, making Y/n recoil as much as she could from him. "I was really tired after work.." She lied. Her face was jerked harshly to the side as her father's hand collided with her skin. It sent waves of burning pain through her face and to her eyes as they began to tear up.
"I don't give a shit, if you're going to be living under our roof, you're going to do your damn part!" He bellowed out as he let go of her shoulder and shoved her away from him. "Fucking stupid, bitch." He spat at Y/n and huffed off towards his room.
She stood in the heavy silence with a hand over her cheek. Great way to start an already horrible day. Y/n rubbed her cheek again before going back to leaving the house. Normally she'd listen to music to help her mind get away from her parents, but thanks to that asshole at school, she couldn't do that. What had she ever done to deserve this? The only thing Y/n could thing of was when she would steal occasionally. Nothing too big, just small things like drinks and food from convenience stores. Well, and cigarettes on her really off days. She knew it was bad for her, but it helped her nerves whenever she needed it. 'I should really get some more after school.' Y/n thought. She had her wallet with her today since she had to buy food after school. She deserved a little treat for all the shit she's had to put up with lately.
Eventually she made it to the school. She didn't want to go in as she paused at the front doors. She wasn't sure what waited for her on the other side. But she was already late as is, so she pushed open the doors and walked in. Y/n pulled her crumpled schedule out of her pocket and unfolded it. "Ok, room 147 is 11th English, so I need to head there." She mumbled to herself.
Y/n walked down the hall, looking at every name and number plate on the sides of the walls until she found her 1st hour. Knocking on the door, she fidgeted with the paper in her hands. She was pretty late and she still had yet to show her face to anyone besides the orange-haired boy from yesterday. The door was opened by the teacher of the classroom, Mrs.Anderson. She looked down at Y/n, scanning her up and down before giving a weak smile.
"Oh, you must be the new kid I was told about." She said, ushering Y/n into the classroom. She gestured towards Y/n to the rest if the class. "We have a new student, why don't you tell us your name?" Mrs.Anderson looked at her, waiting. Y/n looked out at the class, all of their eyes locked onto her. Then she saw it.

The unmistakable ginger hair that belonged to the boy from yesterday.
He was smiling at her with an evil look in his silver eyes. She froze. Y/n couldn't speak, her voice locked up. She looked like a deer in headlights.
She eventually was able to mutter out a sentence after what seemed to be an eternity.
"I-I'm Y/n..."
The teacher looked relieved, she must have felt the tension as well. "Well, why don't you take a seat over by..." ,She then pointed to a chair next to the boy, "...Pico!"
Her heart snuck into her stomach as he waved at her. Y/n swallowed hard and she was herded to the desk next to his and begrudgingly sat in the chair. Her eyes were filled with shook, not daring to look back at or even glance at the ginger boy. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, the panic sinking deep into her very being. What are the odds that she gets put in a class with him AND has to sit next to him? Pico tapped her shoulder making Y/n jump in her chair. He had a note in his hand and he gently sets it on her desk, grinning wildly before turning back to face the front of the classroom. She stared blankly at the piece of paper before hesitantly picking it up with shaky hands. Carefully opening the folded paper, she begins to read its contents :