You watched the drops of rain tap against your window. The weather matched your mood, you'd been bullied at school again. Sighing, your eyes drifted away from the window and onto your bulletin board. On it you had a few pictures, some notes, and Venturian's phone number.
He'd said to call you if you wanted to talk or if you were feeling sad, but you didn't want to waste his time by calling.
After about an hour, you caved in and decided to call. You grabbed your cell phone and dialled his number.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's Y/N" you managed to squeak out.
"Who?" he asked thinking it was some fan.
"Y/N, the girl you met in Target?" you said your confidence dropping by the second.
"Oh, are you okay?" Jordan asked immediately concerned.
"I'm okay. I was bullied again is all." you said casually, not wanting to worry him with yiur problems.
"Come over, I'm going to cheer you up! My address is (insert address here)"
You got on your bike and began to ride to his house.
YOU ARE READING
Target - A Venturian X Reader
FanfictionA Venturiantale X-Reader, that after writing, got me addicted to writing X-Readers.
