#reader is a loser

Prologue —> chapter I Coming soon

Contents: popular!ellie x loser!reader, Y/N (I’m sorry I hate it to)

AN: I haven’t posted in a while, the fanfic writer curse got me.

The sound of obnoxious laughter distracts you from the homework that’s set in front of you.

Your lunch off to the side of your books, growing cold -or colder than what it was when it was served- the cafeteria is often always full of noise. Which sucks for you since this is your favourite time to finish of work.

“Okay, tonight we have to finish the magic the gathering game, you didn’t move the cards out of place did you?”

Your closest friend since birth questions next to you.

“No, they’re still laid on my floor, which if you wanted to know is still stained with your pink hair dye!”

“Whatever, your boring floor needed some personality”

Last Friday Sammy came over as usual, instead this time holding a target bag and a mischievous grin on her face.

She convinced you to dye her natural blonde hair pink, which felt like sacrilege since you’ve always been jealous of her hair. Long story short is that she accidentally forgot that the box dye was still sitting in her hair and laid down onto your floor.

Now a bright pink splotch haunts your dreams, terrified of your parents finding out.

You managed to keep it pretty hidden under your clothes that you’d thrown there in a hurry.

The dreadful bell rings throughout the cafeteria, peoples groans and sighs muffled under the speaker.

“I’ll be at yours at four, save me a yakult!”

She yells over her shoulder, already on route to her next class.

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Taking your seat in class, you lean over the side of your chair to pull out your book.

On the way to sit back straight, your head is met with the underside of the table, creating a loud thud.

A small pang of pain covers your head, you hear a quiet chuckle to the side on you.

Slowly lifting your head, your eyes meet with none other than Ellie Williams.

The schools most loved person.

Captain of the soccer team and her dad is also the principal. She has girls constantly hanging off of her, and practically begging her to notice them.

You don’t get what’s so great about her, sure she has amazing grades, is always the life of the party, very funny, talented, charming, beautiful, hot

“You okay there?”

You realised you’ve still been staring at her, your cheeks flush, quickly looking around the room- anywhere but her.

“Y- yeah sorry..”

“You’re saying sorry for hitting your head?”

She questions while raising an eyebrow.

Before you can even think of a reply the teacher starts talking.

“Okay I know we just had an assignment, but this will be the last one for the semester so get excited”

You feel Ellie staring at your side, as you attempt to look engaged in whatever the teacher was saying.

“You will have six weeks to create a five minute video , over the course of the six weeks I want you to capture every moment you spend with your partner, whether that be during or outside school hours, whatever you want. Make it cinematic, then I want both of you to write a short essay on the connection you have created, even if you aren’t close by the end of the project.”

God please don’t pair me with some incompetent

“I’ve paired you all with someone that you don’t often interact with in class”

She starts reading off of her computer screen, listing of pairs

“Y/N and Ellie”

Your heart drops.

Shit