series summary: Y/n is finally a part of the most popular clique in school, something she’s always wanted. The only catch is they’re total airheaded bitches, making her dream life not everything she had dreamt it would be. But when new girl Hazel Callahan finds her way into y/n’s life, everything changes.
chapter summary: Brittany has made it her mission to make Annie’s life miserable, and she’s forcing y/n to help. Hazel watches the chaos unfold in the cafeteria and decides that everyone at this school is just as horrible as everyone at her last one. Well, everyone except y/n.
warnings: bullying, crying, language, jeff and tim talk about girls in a really disgusting way
word count: 1.3k
a/n: fem!reader, ik this chapter is kinda short but i wanted to stop teasing this series and finally put some of it out! i’ll try to make the next one longer, but i can’t necessarily guarantee that. i hope you enjoy!!!
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Dear Diary,
Brittany told me that she teaches people real life. She said real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said so you teach people how to spread their wings and fly. She said yes. I said you’re beautiful.
Sitting on the bleachers in the gym, y/n scribbled her thoughts down in her diary. Being a part of the most popular clique in school surely had its perks, but it’d be a lot more enjoyable if her friends weren’t such uptight bitches. Stella Rebecca and Isabel weren’t so bad, sometimes y/n could actually stand being around them. Brittany was the problem. The queen of Rockbridge Falls. She was a mythic bitch.
“Come on, y/n!” Stella Rebecca said, startling y/n.
“Geez, what’s your problem?”
Stella Rebecca sighed. “Don’t blame me, blame Brittany. She told me to haul your ass to the caf pronto.”
Isabel nodded. “She said she needs to talk to you.”
Y/n sighed, closing her diary and slipping it into her bag. “What is it this time?”
Isabel smiled. “Brittany found out Annie has a crush on Tim. She’s going to destroy her.”
Huffing, y/n followed Stella Rebecca and Isabel to the cafeteria, a pit forming in her stomach. Because of her insanely high IQ, she had the unique ability to be able to copy anyone’s handwriting exactly, a talent she always found useless. Brittany, however, just loved to use that to her advantage; whether that be making y/n write her an absence note, or in this case using it to utterly humiliate someone.
Brittany grinned, her bright red lipstick accentuating her already perfect smile, as she saw Isabel and Stella Rebecca approaching, y/n in tow.
“There you are, I’ve been waiting.”
Y/n forced a smile. “Hey Brittany.”
“I got my hands on a paper of Tim Phunk’s. I need you to forge a hot and horny, yet realistic note in Tim’s handwriting and we’ll slip it onto Annie’s lunch tray,” Brittany said, grinning wickedly.
”Shit, Brittany. I don’t have anything against Annie, she’s one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.”
Brittany huffed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well it’s not like you have anything for her either. Just do it, it’s going to be hilarious.”
”I’ll think about it.”
”Don’t think.”
Y/n glanced over at Annie, cheerfully chatting to Sylvie in the lunch line, blissfully unaware of the plot being formed against her. Brittany held out a pen and a piece of paper, and y/n reaches for it almost involuntarily, having been practically brainwashed to do Brittany’s bidding.
Brittany grinned, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Good choice. I’ll tell you what to write. Y/n needs something to write on. Isabel, bend over.”
Sighing to herself, Isabel turned around and bent over, presenting her back to y/n to write on. Y/n placed the paper on Isabel’s outstretched back, waiting for Brittany to dictate what she wanted her to write.
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”Think she’ll ever talk to me?” Josie wondered aloud, her gaze fixed upon Isabel.
PJ scoffed. “Who? Isabel? Not a chance. No way in hell are you getting the attention of someone as popular as her.”
Josie sighed, turning to look at PJ. “As if you have any better of a chance.”
PJ smirked cockily. “Are you forgetting that I went out with Brittany?”
“Yeah, on one date. And then she never talked to you again,” Josie said with a laugh.
“She still could, you never know. At least I have more of a chance than you.”
Josie chuckled to herself, turning her attention back to Isabel. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself.”
“What are they even doing? Why is y/n writing on Isabel’s back? There’s a table right there,” PJ grumbled.
Josie paid closer attention, noticing how Brittany kept glancing back at Annie and laughing, and frowned. Of fucking course. For the past few months, Annie had been Brittany’s main target because for some reason she had decided to utterly destroy her. Now Josie wasn’t exactly friends with Annie, the two barely saying a word to each other outside of class, but she still cared about her. Annie was one of the nicest people she’d ever met, definitely not someone who deserved being targeted so heavily. Though she had never said a word to her, Josie hoped that Isabel wasn’t as enthusiastic about this plan as Brittany was.
”Probably another plan to humiliate Annie. I wish Brittany would grow up and finally stop making everyone miserable.”
PJ huffed in annoyance, slapping Josie’s arm with the back of her hand. “Hey! Don’t talk about her like that. She’s perfect just the way she is.”
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Hazel sat in the corner of the cafeteria, picking at her lunch with disinterest. Not even one week at her new school and she could already see through everyone here. The popular kids and the so-called “losers”, this whole social hierarchy bullshit, she’d seen it at every other high school she’d been to and it was always the same. A small group of painfully fake assholes running the school and making the lives of everyone around them miserable. She was fucking tired of it.
Watching in mild amusement over the stupidity of the whole thing, Hazel watched as one of the cheerleaders, Stella something?, took a folded up piece of paper and snuck it onto another girl's, Amy’s?, lunchtray. The girl didn’t even seem to notice, continuing to walk with her friend, engaged in a cheerful discussion.
Rushing over to her two cheerleader friends, and someone else?, Hazel watched as they laughed, their eyes locked onto the girl. Well, the cheerleaders laughed. The fourth girl with them, however, didn’t even seem amused. No longer bothering to pay attention to the situation at hand, Hazel found her eyes drawn to her. She was pretty cute. Extremely cute, in fact. Plus, she didn’t seem to be getting off on this crude display of bullying. No, she was different.
Hazel couldn’t help but want to know more about her.
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Jeff and Tim sat together, staring at y/n and the cheerleaders, gleefully talking about them to each other in the most crude manner, not seeming to give a thought to the fact that they were real people and not just some dolls they could fuck.
“I wanna set Brittany on my johnson and start spinning her like a fucking pinwheel,” Tim said, staring directly at her.
“Hell yes. It’d be so fucking hot to be in a y/n-Brittany sandwich. Punch it in!” Jeff said, a smile on his face as he held his fist out towards his best friend.
Tim slammed his fist against Jeff’s, not processing his words until a moment later. “Wait. Dude, aren’t you still dating Isabel?”
Jeff shrugged. “So? She doesn’t have to know I think her friends are hot.”
Tim sighed, shaking his head. “Bro, she barely took you back the last time you cheated on her. Just be careful to make sure she never finds out.”
”Relax, she won’t.”
Annie approached the table, a nervous smile on her face and a slightly crumpled note held in her shaky hand. “Hey Tim…”
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Hazel’s gaze was pulled away from the girl when she heard a horrendous, barking laughter. Turning to the table it came from, she saw… Annie! that was her name!, Annie standing in front of two jocks, one of them holding the note she was given, as they laughed in her face, the cheerleaders soon joining in. Annie’s face dropped, tears welling in her eyes as she bolted out of the cafeteria, a girl with long blonde hair wearing a beanie running after her.
Everyone kept laughing, everyone except for the pretty girl that caught her eye. She really was different. But everyone else at this godforsaken school, they were exactly like she thought they’d be. Cold-blooded monsters. Something needed to be done about them. And Hazel was going to be the one to do it.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I will be explaining - in detail - the different au's I have of the sides. During the time I was active in the fandom, I made a lot of au's; some I remember, whilst others I don't. I will try to remember discarded au's as well just so that I can give you all content (and maybe drawings, but most of my content - as for now, since I am busy in school - will be in writing). So, without further ado, the first au we will be discussing is the:
Heather's AU!
Character Information:
Virgil Sawyer
Once popular turned outcast; Sawyer lives his high school life low-key. After graduation and upon entering the dreaded life of a high schooler, Sawyer finds himself in a mess; torn between his best friend and a chance at happiness again.
He wouldn't say that he didn't miss popularity because, in truth, he did. He missed having friends who would have his back and he missed the feeling of freedom; wherein everyone doesn't care what he does because he was one of the 'popular kids'.
So, between his life, the life of his best friend, and the lives of the innocent, Sawyer faces the most difficult choice of his life yet. Become a popular again or risk losing his sanity; he hesitates just once before making a choice.
Roman Sanders-Chandler
Rich, famous, and undeniably gorgeous, Chandler has the whole school wrapped around his pretty finger. Having been born in a rich family, problems for him were as easy as typing out his credit card info. The easy life was what he always had wanted, but the climax of his story was just nearing.
Fixated over the 'new' kid, Chandler finds himself drawn to a classmate. He swears he has seen him before, but can't really remember where and when.
There's nothing that stops him from reaching out, maybe even offering something he never offers to anybody. What can he say? The Sawyer kid caught his eye.
Logan Duke-Sanders
Obedient, intelligent, and often ignored by the king bee. Duke had always been the black sheep but that didn't stop him from achieving higher than any of his peers. He metaphorically crawled his way to the top; to where he is now, so why in the loving freak of nature is Sawyer doing in their table?
Confused and utterly mortified, Duke tries to understand why the self proclaimed king bee invited an outcast into their circle. Unwanted thoughts of what if's metaphorically knocked his noggin, a sense of rejection hitting him.
Was he being replaced by a former somebody?
Patton McNamara-Sanders
Ever smiling and ever laughing McNamara; the sweet lamb of the wolf pack. People often see him as the 'friendliest' Sanders which he takes advantage of. What can McNamara say? It was just that easy to fool people these days. Manipulative and charming; a dangerous combination.
So it's not a surprise as to why Sawyer opened up to him first. With the given information from the former outcast, McNamara can either break or make Sawyer; but don't tell Chandler that.
McNamara keeps secrets, like everyone in high school, but he feels like he can trust Sawyer.
Janus De Felice
With physical scars that reminded him of his past, De Felice moves out of his father's house and into a new city, meeting new people; meeting a potential boyfriend. The mystery of his past seemed to have Sawyer on a leash, and maybe De Felice doesn't really mind that.
Remus Sanders-Ancar
Moving from school to school due to his 'bad' behavior, Ancar finds himself in the same school where his wannabe cousin was. He decided to get himself suspended but reconsidered when meeting a winsome boy with the cutest eyes.
Relationships:
Virgil - Roman, Logan, & Patton
Virgil has mixed feelings about the three considering that he always viewed them as up-tight and mean people.
Roman - Virgil
Roman is interested in Virgil; not in a romantic sense but something close to that. Though, he flirts with Virgil a lot of times.
Logan - Virgil
Logan doesn't really like Virgil but flirts with him due to Roman.
Patton - Virgil
Patton feels indifferent of Virgil.
Virgil - Janus & Remus
Virgil likes them both, but it's not necessarily romantic. He just feels comfortable with the two since they don't really care about status or reputation.
Janus - Virgil
Janus has romantic feelings for Virgil considering the fact that Virgil is really easy going compared to other people. It's mostly because it's convenient.
Remus - Virgil
Remus has an unhealthy fixation towards Virgil; it started as a way to spite his cousin (Roman) but it grew to be an unhealthy obsession.
Janus - Roman
Janus doesn't like Roman but flirts with him to spite Remus.
Remus - Roman
Both hate each other.
Janus - Logan
Janus doesn't particularly like Logan.
Remus - Logan
Remus likes to flirt with Logan just to spite Roman.
Janus - Patton
Janus hates Patton.
Remus - Patton
Remus likes Patton because of his manipulative nature.
Roman - Logan & Patton
Roman considers them as friends. He likes hanging out with them because they let him be 'in control'.
Logan - Roman & Patton
Logan looks up to Roman in an unhealthy way, he also kind of has a crush on Roman because of the power Roman has on him. Logan likes Patton since both have different views that they can talk about.
Patton - Roman & Logan
Patton admires Roman openly. He also likes Logan and is very honest about his feelings for the two.
It felt like a bullet was pierced through his heart, an arrow ripping his heart apart. there was a pounding on his head, his vision blurred, it was as if the oxygen concentration in the room was suddenly too low, as he was having trouble in breathing, or he was just choking on his unshed tears, he did not know.
A sigh, relieved one, escaped from Pat.
And it just broke Pran's already broken heart even more.
He knew. Pran knew damn well it would turn out this way. He knew Pat had feelings for Ink, he knew Pat wanted to be with her. Pran has seen the way Pat looks at Ink, has seen the way Pat smiles at her, has seen how Pat acts around her. He knew Pat liked Ink.
The way he would never like Pran.
Why he did that is beyond Pran himself. He knew it was a sensitive topic, he knew what would be Pat's answer,and his heart would not be able to handle it, knew, knew he would get his heart broken again, and yet, he had to go ahead and initiate such conversation. And he had no choice but to listen to Pat listing the reasons why he is lovable, and Pran just wanted to disappear even more.
Pat had made a pick out of his own ID card when Pran's was broken, Pat helped him with the bus stop, Pat had helped him get away from Korn and the guys, Pat had lent him the earphones so that he could practice his songs for the Freshy Competition, Pat had kept his guitar safe with him for three years. And Pran had a slight spark of hope that may be, just may be, Pat felt the same way towards him the way Pran felt about Pat.
Pran knew he should not had hoped for something that was impossible. Should not have hoped that one day he would be able to hold hands with Pat, he would be able to look at Pat with fondness that he always has to suppress. Should not have hoped that he would be able to call Pat his. He should not have hoped that the enmity between their families and friends would stop one day. And he should not have hoped that one day Pat would look and smile at him the way he did to Ink. Pran knew he should not have had implausible hope, it never led to any happy results, neither did three years ago nor does now, three years after.
But the casual touches, the flirty remarks, the smile and the wink, had lit a small spark of hope in Pran's heart. But their talk earlier had managed to bring such a hurricane that the spark was extinguished in an instant. Pran would have blamed Pat for his broken heart, for playing with his feelings, for making him hope for something that he would never be able to get. But that would be so wrong, he knows. Because Pat could not, would never, do something so low to anyone. He would never hurt anyone's feelings knowingly. He is just too caring and loving and 'fuck i love him', Pran thinks to himself. 'But he will never like you the way he likes Ink', a nasty part of his brain reminds him and Pran nearly screams in frustration and hurt.
Pran does not blame Pat for liking Ink. Heck, even Pran himself would be after Ink if he had slightest bit of interest in girls. Ink is nice, she is kind, friendly with all. She can make anyone smile and laugh with her bright personality. She is beautiful, brighter than the bluest sky. She is talented. Pran would dare to say her skills in photography are on par with those of the professional photographers. And not only that, she can make beautiful bracelets as well. She has the power to captivate everyone, not that she does that intentionally, it's just one of her charms. Ink is the sight for the sore eyes, really. Anyone with the eyes would be mesmerized by her. And Pat is not the exception.
And what is Pran? A boy who lives next door, a boy who Pat knows since childhood, a boy whose parents are enemies with his parents, a boy who he is supposed to hate and fight, a boy who is in love with Pat. A boy.
So why would Pat ever want to kiss him and hold him. Why would Pat want to be with him.
Why would Pat ever like him.
And now with his whole body under the blanket, and his back turned to Pat, wide awake, Pran thinks how their relationship - or whatever they have between them- would have been if they had met at the different circumstances, if only their parents did not hate each other, if only their friends could bear each others' presence. If only Ink had not transferred to their high school back then, if only.
Pran does not hate Ink, he could never, for she is such an angel. He is just jealous of her, has always been, for how she could- can- manage to get Pat's attention in an instant, and how Pat would be- is- eager to spend time with her, how Pat- liked- likes her. And sometimes, right then, inside the cover while trying not to cry, Pran thinks if only he was Ink, then he would be the center of Pat's attention, and Pat would have looked at him the same way he looks at Ink, with so much affection.
He feels his chest constricting and his throat clogging up, and it just hurts, because it would never come true, he knows. Pat would never like him, his love would never be requited, and,
"I wish i were her."
/A patxpran Heather au/
Ep 4 was too much for everyone of us, too much feelings, too much tears. i feel like ep 4 and Pran's whole situation fits with the song Heather by Conan Gray. (I mean he likes, loves even, Pat, and has liked him since they were high schoolers for somebody's sake!) And i could not help but make the fanfic based on this. Sorry for any grammatical errors and such a weird ending.
In the AU what do u have planned for Duke and Mac??
My cutie girls! 💓 okay, because I need everyone in LA these two got together after high school (this AU is set like 4-5 years after so a lot of time for them to move) they both work in fashion, so they’ll have suits on too, they also have 2 dogs, 1 cat and a bearded dragon, because why not?
They often go to LUX on a Friday night just because it’s fun and when chandler comes back from hell, she sees them at the bar, and decides to play some tricks on them because she’s annoying
To be honest I haven’t decided much more with these two, kinda wanna get the demon chandler stuff sorted first BUT they’ll both be in there and duke is very sarcastic about the fact that chandler’s a demon , just a very dry sense of humour, mac is still the ray of sunshine we all love I promise you that
