The Great Book of Reader Inserts (13 Reasons Why Edition)

Indian Roadmaster Ride (Skye Miller x Reader)

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It was another boring day at Monet's. Nothing had really happened all day besides the usual gossiping groups and the occasional mishap. None of my classmates had come in today though, which meant I couldn't get in on the gossip from school. 

I sighed, putting my elbow on the counter and resting my head in my palm. I watched the clock, about ready to throw it off the wall just for a little excitement. 6:00. Yay. 

I was beginning to drift off to sleep when I saw her, (y/n), walking towards the door of the coffee shop with her motorcycle helmet in her hands. My heart did a little flip, knowing that I've had a huge crush on her since freshman year. She was just so beautiful and knew just what to say and when to say it. She was also ridiculously funny and was super nice. 

No one hated her. Absolutely no one. (y/n) was just that sort of person. She hated a lot of people, of course, but no matter how much she showed it, no one could stop loving her. 

It would be an understatement I guess if I said I had a crush on her. She, in my mind, is the perfect woman. I guess I sort of adored her, from a distance of course. She was also a bit shorter than the other girls, which made her kind of cute to watch as she reached for things on a classroom shelf and 

I doubt she even knew who I was. We've never spoken together and we hardly have any classes together, but when we do, it's in a larger class. Plus, she always seemed to be hanging around people like Bryce Walker and Justin Foley. I don't trust them. At all. 

I can't help myself but be jealous after school when I see her getting into Bryce's car with the other guys, probably to go get wasted or stoned. I know I could show her a better time, not sexual, of course, well maybe. I could definitely show her better things in life that you don't need to be shit-faced drunk to enjoy. I just wish that she would at least glance my way or leave school on her motorcycle instead of with those guys. Gosh. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the bell above the door as (y/n) walked in, sporting a leather jacket, a white wife beater, black skinny jeans, and old black boots. Her collar bone tattoo of a red and black butterfly was visible, completing her outfit to create a look that said 'I know I'm kind of short and rather gorgeous, but I can still beat you up.' She ran her hands through her hair that had streaks of (f/c) in it and held the door open with her foot. I was confused why she was doing that until I spotted them. 

Zach Dempsey, Montgomery de la Cruz, Marcus Cooley, Alex Standall, Justin Foley, and of course, Bryce Walker.

They sauntered in, walking up to the register and ringing the call bell, even though I was right there, while (y/n) stayed by the door, still holding open the door for an old couple. She's so sweet. 

After the couple had thanked her, (y/n) came to stand with the boys, who were getting ready to order. 

"Hey, Miller," Bryce said, looking me up and down. Oh my god what the hell. "I'll take a black coffee. I have a long night ahead of me." 

Zach Dempsey spoke up from the back. "We all will have that. Well, all of the guys will." 

I nodded, putting their order up on the register as they walked away to go sit in the corner. "Hi," I said to (y/n) as she stepped forward to order. 

"Uh, hi, umm I'll have a (favorite drink)," she said while looking up at the board above my head that had all of the drink options on it. 

"Sure thing. Are you paying for all of those drinks?" I asked looking down at her while pointing to the group in the corner. 

"Yah, I convinced them to come here because I had never been before, and they said I had to pay if I really wanted to go here," she said, shaking her head. "So here I am, with $11.25 less in my wallet."