reputation (John Bender x FemReader)
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a/n: I made a lemon meringue pie on Sunday, but like in the forms of little tarts and they’re so good omfg. kinda corny at the end and ass cuz I kinda gave up, but hope you enjoy lol <3 lmk if y’all want more parts to this cuz I’m kinda down to do so
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Rumours spread over the minds of high school students like mist from an ocean on a windy day. Almost every single day there was a new rumour about somebody, majority of the time it was about the popular students talking about the other popular students, and other times it was the popular students talking about the not-so-popular students.
Whatever they said goes, because in the high school world, they were the award-winning celebrities you see on television that, most times, often get their words manipulated by the press. The press in this setting was the other students that progressed the flow of the words spoken about others.
The only way that you really associated yourself with other people than your friends was with others in your class if you needed to borrow a pencil, a teacher for asking questions, and then another - John Bender, your source of weed supply, and surprisingly a friend that leant a shoulder to lean on when you needed it, only if you allowed him to ramble to you afterwards.
Of course you did, and over time beginning at your sophomore year, you and John were on a first-name basis as well as the regular subject of gossip at the mouths of your peers.
At first it started off with the usual whenever someone was seen with John, the usual of: “Oh my god, he’s selling weed again!”
Then it slowly progressed into more romantically infused suggestions such as: “They’re totally dating! Don’t you see his arm around her waist?”
John, of course, was slightly prideful about the attention and took it as almost like a competition to get as many people talking about the two of you as possible. Often times, after school the two of you would sit on the bleachers by the football field and just talk about anything and everything.
This was one of those days, and by the time it was nearing 8pm, with the sun’s golden hue illuminating the both of your faces, and making the smoke from John’s cigarette mimic the look of perfectly painted clouds in a renaissance painting, he brought up the topic.
“Have you heard about what they’re saying?” He asked, flicking the ashes of his cigarette on the makeshift smoke tray made out of the bottom of a broken beer bottle that sat in the middle of you two.
“About us?” You asked back, looking at him, but his gaze was fixated on the slightly burning ash in the tray. Then just a few seconds after your question, he gave a small, quick nod before bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.
“Not since last weeks topic of conversation. Why, what are they saying now?” You were genuinely curious, and slightly worried since John’s body language signified that it must’ve been one of the worser ones he’s heard.
“You sure you wanna hear? It’s pretty shitty.” John said, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth, then crushing the end of the cigarette in the tray.
“Well, it involves me so yeah, I’d like to hear it.”
John got up from where he was sitting before outstretching his hand towards you, which you took and the both of you stepped down the bleachers and made your way to the grass of the field.
“They’re saying that I got you pregnant.”
You sucked your teeth for a second before shrugging it off, “It’s not the worst thing in the world, it doesn’t bother me that much.”
John looked at you like you had just stabbed someone, eyes wide with his eyebrows furrowed before stopping any movement from him. “What?”
You paused your movements along with him, your hands still holding onto each other. “What?”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Not at all. There could be way more shitty things people could say.”
“Yes, but they’re saying that I got you pregnant. If someone, like, your parents, for example, found out about this rumour do you think they would take it very lightly? That someone like me did this to you?”
You looked away for a second, slowly bringing your face back to face him. “But it’s not true.”
“But if it was.”
“But it isn’t, and if it was, I wouldn’t mind.”
John’s face relaxed and he had a small smirk on his face. “You wouldn’t?”
“Right.”
At this point, the two of you began walking again, towards the front of the school, and John still had his little smirk on his face. You looked at him and noticed before smiling back at him.
“What are ya smiling about?” He asked, looking at you after he saw your smile from the corner of his right eye.
“Could ask you the same thing.”
“I asked first.” He then stopped holding your hand, bringing that same hand of his over your shoulders, bringing you in close in a slight side hug.
“Just because you’re smiling.” You said, bringing your right hand up to your right shoulder to place it over his hand. Your left arm being placed around his waist.
“Don’t get all sappy and stuff on me, now.”