New school, new people, new, no old, boyfriend
Pairings: Eddie Munson X Ex Girlfriend Reader, autistic, ADHD and obvi a lil pudge
Warnings: Steriotypical teen drama, cringe asssss, just teen drama, neurodivergency, exes to lovers, Wayne being a catholic badass 😭, everyine being christian, mentions of no family.
Summary: You've been transferred to a new public school but who else is there? your ex boyfriend?!
AN: This is gonna be a multiple part, if i can even live up to that expectation?? and smut WILL be coming!!!
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High top platforms hit the gravel with a crunch as your weight pressed down on the soul. Dressed in black ripped wide jeans, a slipknot band tee and an old baggy leather jacket stolen from your father wrapped around your shoulders you walked to the beat of the music. Head held high as you walked over the parking lot to the open doors of the school. Cherry Lips played loudly in the foam cups pressed to your ears as you followed the crowd through the doors, breaking off when the large yellow sign read reception caught your attention. You slipped one of the cups off your ear and addressed the receptionist, an old dark skinned lady with glasses too big for her face sliding off the end of her nose dressed in all pink, excruciating.
“Im Y/N Y/L/N I just started here today, I need a class schedule” you said with a blank expression.
She smiled however but didn't answer as she waddled over to the computer searching for your name in the system.
The copying machine made a loud rumble as a paper started printing. Her manicured nails wrapped around the warm paper and passed it to you.
“Where B20?” you asked, monotone as you scanned the paper, the heat of the copy machine still felt on your finger tips.
“Right round the corner” she pointed to your left “First door on the right” she smiled as you gave her a weak lift of your cheeks in response.
You took your phone out of your pocket and paused the music, turning the bluetooth headphones off as you walked. The halls were filled with students, all in different coloured makeup, clothes and styles, a lot of the girls though, you noticed were wearing almost the exact same outfits, baggy light washed jeans, light coloured hoodies with stupid slogans and white sneakers. They guys weren't any different, lame slogans, dark washed jeans and sneakers. What a bore.
You followed the next crowd through the door and examined the room. Boring. Drab. Unoriginal.
Single desks stood in four rows, a whiteboard at the front with a podium to its right and posters such as school fundraisers and drama club application information hung on the back wall.
“Y/N!” a younger blonde woman exclaimed as she laid eyes on you, she wore the same light washed jeans as everyone else except for a light blue t shirt tucked into the waist, paired with a pair of turquoise sneakers with snoopy printed on the toe caps.
“Oh great, you must be the new student” Yeah no shit you thought, “Take an empty seat anywhere you like” she explained. You raised your eyebrows weakly, wasn't seating in class like the most important thing to these people?
You walked to the back of the class, lifted your bag off your shoulder and flung it on the table, slumping into the attaching chair. The bell rang seconds later and an overly sweet voice of the teacher was heard “good morning class!” She chirped “I'm just going to get right into it, because I know you can't handle me droning on” she stuck her tongue out and made an exasperated face oh my god. “Whip your notebooks out and start taking notes” she smiled “Oh!” she slapped her hand over her forehead “we have a new student! Everyone this is Y/N” she gestured towards you and on cue every head turned to look towards you.
You tried hard not to roll your eyes “And Y/N here's a notebook for you too” she strutted over and handed you a large pink notebook with your name written in gold ink in large cursive. You frowned, disgusted “I like to customise everyone's notebooks, makes them more personal” she smiled, obviously mistaking your disgust for confusion.
She walked up through the aisle back to the podium “Today well be talking about sonnets and what classifies as a sonnet” she wrote sonnets on the board “We’ll also be talking about Shakespeare for all you lovers of real literature” she turned to the class.
Great, something you already knew what it was and Shakespeare, the most boring writer in history.
You slipped your headphones over your curly haired head and placed one of the cups over your ears.
“Oh sorry Y/N” the teacher caught your attention “No headphones in my class please” she smiled brightly. You took them off annoyed once again trying not to roll your eyes and pushed them into your bag.
The class droned on for forty five minutes, endless facts about sonnets and Shakespeare, someone with insomnia could have fallen asleep in that class!
“Ok class break!” you took your headphones out of your bag and signalled to the teacher “Yes Y/N now you can listen to music, but take them off at the end of the ten minutes.”
You had just slipped the cups over your ears as a blonde in a pink dress and the same old white sneakers bent over your desk, her elbows firmly on the table as a grinning face rested in her hands.
“Hey newbie! I’m Annabelle, class president and cheer captain, so fun that you're here! Where did you come from?”
You slowly looked up at her with an annoyed face “Hawkins” you told her plainly “Oh so you're from here, I thought you might have moved here from across the country” she swayed to the side as she talked.
“No” you tried picking your phone up from the desk to show her you were clearly not interested in having a conversation.
“Weeeell what school did you go to before this?” she asked as if you were stupid “None of your business” you answered without thinking, forgetting completely that you were supposed to keep a low profile as strictly instructed by your father this morning.
You flashed her a fake smile “Sorryyyy” your rolled your eyes. Plain and simple you were just not in the mood, not for her, the teacher whose name you had no idea. It was bad enough being kicked out of well a catholic school that you didn't really want to be at but at least you had friends there who shared the same mindset as yourself, and hated all these stuck up people. But now here you were surrounded by the stuck up people.
You slipped both cups over your ears and Annabell just scoffed and sashayed away to her group of girl friends. You could see her talking disgustedly to her friends as they turned to look at you, you couldn't hear them over the loud music and chose to ignore them.
The break ended and class droned on. By the end of the one hour and a half all you had written in your notebook was Sonnets underlined and a very detailed drawing of a spider in black ink.
Someone walked over just as you were ripping the front page of your notebook out and crumpling up the blinding pink.
“Smart move” a guy with short brown curly hair held his notebook out in front of you, his front page also ripped out.
You stood up and flung your bag over your shoulder. “Im Charles” he stuck his hand out for you to shake “I dont do people nor touching” you stated, he lowered his hand awkwardly “Gotcha” and looked away. “Bye” you stated as you walked past leaving the guy with a disgruntled look on his face.
You looked at your schedule, who the hell has lunch at 10:30?? You thought as you saw the box labelled lunch from 10:30 to 11:30. You were just about to leave the room as your name was called. It was the teacher whose name you'd forgotten “Y/N wait, I need to give you your locker assignment”
She walked over and handed you a post-it with a number on and a combination lock. “Need help finding it?” she asked politely “No.” you just answered rudely back.
You looked at the lockers and figured out which way yours was, down to the left, then you found it, a locker without a lock with number 73. You threw your notebook in and hung the lock on it.
You followed a crowd of students until you found the cafeteria. You have to pay for food here? As if it wasn't already tight enough at home with one parent you now had to pay for your own lunch which the catholic school provided for you, it was a gift from god or whatever.
You bought an apple and a vitamin drink and found an empty table, sitting down and opening your phone to endlessly scroll through tiktok.
Someone cleared their throat and your face fell. “Mind if I sit?” him, the love of your life, who had been MIA for the past month, the catholic by day, metalhead by night, Eddie was stood right in front of you. What the fuck was he doing here?
He sat down and placed a black tray with nachos on the table. “Seems we both got transferred to this shithole then” he stated. You slipped your headphones off and placed them on to the table “Yeah” you answered “Wait, isnt that kinda’ stupid? I mean they.. You know catch us having sex in a catholic school, kick us out, then transfer us into the same school?” you asked, realising the stupidity. “Yeah I dunno man grownups are weird, at least were not forced to wear those stupid unifroms through” you chuckled at him.
Why did it feel so normal to just be sat by him, like before, like you were still together, but you weren't together, you were broken up, and alone.
“Soooo maybe we should talk about the elephant in the room?” you questioned “There's elephants too?! This place really is a zoo” you laughed at him “No but seriously” you looked him in the eye.
“Yeah, ok just let me explain before you say anything” you looked at him expectantly.
“Ok, ok so, listen I never wanted to break up with you I love you”
Those words had you shocked, but he continued. He had never said the words out loud and now he was just rambling them out as if it was an everyday thing.
“Uncle Wayne basically forced me too. He said that it was a disgrace to our family name, which by the way what family? But that it was a disgrace to be doing such luide acts before marriage and especially in a school and then he told me I wasn't allowed to see you again”
“Well you kept that up, you didn't call me, didn't come over, didn't talk to me, you avoided me until I got a note saying we shouldn't see each other in class from Clarissa”
“Yeah… that.. Was not my best moment. But Wayne told me I wasn't allowed to talk to you and that was the only way I could think to do it”
You chuckled, Jesus, what a mess.
“Yeah well don't be doing that to your next girlfriend or you'll probably end up with your head on a stick since she probably won't be catholic” you both chuckled at your anecdote until his expression went still and he stared right into your eyes. It felt a bit awkward.
“I.. I don't really want a new girlfriend. I want my old one back” your eyes widened.
“You what?” you couldn't really process the words. It had been a month of crying endlessly, your dad trying not to show his disappointment and trying to comfort you, no contact with Eddie or most of your friends who had school and whose strict christian parents had banned them from being friends with you.
He hadn't had any contact with you and now he wanted you back?
“I miss you so much, and I really fucking love you, this month has been shit without you and I really really want you back. I want you to be my girlfriend again. I want you to be mine, my sweetheart, my darling and just my everything”
“Ok ok slow down” you held you hand out “First of all you've never said you loved me before, just give me a second to process this”
It was silent for a few seconds. “What about Wayne? You're not even allowed to be sitting with me”
He thought for a second “We wouldn't have to tell him..” you raised your eyebrows “You, are going to keep a secret from the man who legit could smell weed from a mile away? He called the cops on some kid in the neighbourhood for having a cigarette!”
Eddie chuckled “I think we could handle it though, we just you know, meet in secret, and like not hang out when he's there”
“I know, but you love it. And besides it might be kinda fun”
“What about my dad though?”
“Well we might have to hide from him too, you know so wayne wont somehow find out”
“Yeah. So we really like getting back together?” it felt weird to say it, and oddly formal compared to all the romantic movies where they just kissed and bam they were back together.
“Oh so you can be nice to people!” A bitchy voice interrupted the life changing conversation, and Annabelle sat down at the round table.
You just looked at her disgusted, she had to interrupt right in the middle of everything.
She stuck her hand out and Eddie awkwardly shook it.
“One of y/n’s classmates. And you are”
He gave the first syllable of his name before she interrupted again “a classic bad boy I get it. Well you don’t look like much but you’ll definitely do. Something to fool around with, god knows the guys here are as stuck up as this one” she eyed you.
He chuckled and laid his arm around your shoulders “I’m eddie”
Surprisingly she wasn’t shocked or annoyed at all at his action. “Ooh you’re together?” She fake cood.
“Well no worries, bet you’ll come crawling to me when you realise what a bitch she is” she picked the apple off his tray and took a bite.
“I’m sorry, who are you even?” Eddie asked, confused.
She began and a girl dressed in all black interrupted.
“The queen bitch of this high school”
She stood behind her as Annabelle rolled her eyes. “This is the one I warned you about” she told Eddie.
She wore a black slip dress sinched with a corset and a black hoodie on top, a black spider tote bag hung on her shoulder.
She sat down and turned to Annabelle “you’re excused” and shooed her off with a wave of her hand.
Annabelle rolled her eyes and stood up, and took a step before turning around.
“You just got here bitch, you’re not better than me and don’t act like it or I will create senior year a living hell for you”
Then she whipped around and walked with purpose over to a table full of girls.
What the hell was this? A teen drama movie? Bet her whole personality is just based off this people
“I’m Carla, met this one in homeroom” she stuck her hand out and quickly retracted it when her eyes landed on a pin stuck to your jacket.
Don’t touch me, I’m autistic
“Good idea with the pin, actually very smart. Where’d you get it?” She asked, smiling.
“Hey cool! You make pins?”
“Nah” you relaxed a little, she seemed nice “but I craft a lot”
“Yeah man she’s got lots of different hobbies, every week she’s showing something completely new she made” Eddie pointed out.
“What u got adhd too? Can’t stick to one subject?“ it was clearly a joke but still you answered “I do actually”
“Oh hey! Me too, yeah that’s how I know you can’t stick to one subject” she smiled.
“So how do you two know each other?” She asked.
It was silent. What would you say? I know him from school? He’s my boyfriend? You hadn’t cleared it up yet. What if you said that and he got tense? Or what if you said he was and it would come back to his uncle?
The possibilities were racing through your head quickly as Carla waited expectantly.
“She’s my girlfriend” Eddie stated with a grin.
“Ooooh this was the girl you were talking about!” She exclaimed.
They had known each other one class and he had already talked about you??
“Yeah” he said awkwardly.
“Oh great so it all worked out”
You smiled at him. A lighting smile of pure happiness. Everything had gone so surreally quickly, but the confirmation still made you feel excited.
“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, can’t have my catholic uncle finding out”
“Right, right” she answered as she took a sip of a monster she had taken out of her bag.
“Ok well I gotta go, nice to meet you Y/N, and you both know where to find me, the emo table” she laughed “you’re always welcome, we don’t bite, or discriminate against straight people” she laughed again.
You both chuckled and Carla stood up and walked across the cafeteria.
“Soooo” you started “we are together now?”
“Yup, you have no say, you’re stuck with me now” he grinned.