You met Clay, George and Nick when you were all 6 years old. Over the years, they've all developed crushes on you.
In your last year of high school, the easy-going friendship gets complicated.
Which one will win your heart?
Dream Team x Reader?
*C...
Once I made it upstairs, I slammed my door then leaned against it as I crossed my arms.
With everything I've been through with Mr. Jay and his brother, with having a shitty relationship with my sister my whole life, with being bullied by everyone my entire life, with having body/self-esteem issues, with dealing with a love triangle, and with dealing with the fact that I'm depressed, therapy seemed to be a good choice for me.
However, staying away from my friends for over a week, was not.
My therapist was right. I needed to start doing what was best for me, not for everyone else. So, tonight I was seeing my friends. Because that was what's best for me.
So, I pushed open my bathroom door and began getting ready.
I reapplied some faded makeup from the school day, tied up my curls into a loose ponytail, letting some front hair out to shape my face, then lastly, I got dressed into a better outfit.
You wore this:
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When I was done getting ready, I looked at myself in the mirror, then took a deep breath.
Today was the first time in what felt like forever that I was wearing a skirt. It weirdly felt kind of nice.
With a mission on my mind, I strutted downstairs to leave through the front door this time, so I wouldn't injure myself like I once have.
Nicole was still sitting down on the couch when I went down there. She noticed me instantly from the kitchen. Her eyes widened, seeing me as she shut the fridge.
NICOLE: "You're not leaving, Y/N."
Y/N: "Watch me." I raised my eyebrows and began walking to my front door when she suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Something snapped in me.
I grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall, making her gasp loudly. I went close to her face as my eyes narrowed at her.
Y/N: "You are not in charge of my life...be grateful you're even in it now..." I spoke lowly.
Nicole gulped nervously while clenching her jaw, locking onto my eyes.
NICOLE: "Fine...go...but don't come crying when they break your heart once again..." She whispered.
I twitched my nose slightly then let her go, leaving my house as my black boots clunked against the concrete.
-CLAY's POV- I plopped down on the couch with my bowl full of popcorn.
GEORGE: "Gimme some." He tried taking a handful, but I swatted his hand away.
CLAY: "Go make your own."
GEORGE: "I would, but no." He smiled then tried reaching again, making me sigh and give in.
NICK: "This movie is trash." He spoke from the singular couch.
CLAY: "Why else do you think it took me 20 minutes to cook popcorn?" I lightly smiled at him.
Suddenly, my doorbell rang.
NICK: "I got it. Anything's better than this movie." He jogged to the door, all while George tried stealing more of my popcorn next to me.
-NICK's POV- Once I jogged to Clay's front door, I turned the knob and swung it open with a gasp. I met eyes with Y/N. She looked just as surprised and nervous as I was.
Y/N: "H—Hi..." She said quietly.
NICK: "H—Hey..."
Y/N: "I um..." She gulped nervously while messing with her fingers, "Could I come in...?"
My eyes fell to her outfit. She was wearing a black jacket with a top and matching skirt. That skirt gave me a little hope that she was back to her old self.
NICK: "O—Okay..." Was all that came out of my mouth.
I stepped to the side and soon, Y/N walked in cautiously. Once she went past me, I shut the front door with a deep breath.
-Y/N's POV- I walked until I reached Clay's living room. Sitting down on the couch next to each other was my best friends, Clay and George.
They both instantly looked up once I came into their view. Their eyes widened, meeting mine.
Y/N: "H—Hi..." Slight tears formed my eyes already, seeing the way they looked at me.
CLAY: "What're you doing here...?" He asked instantly in a low voice, sending chills through me.
I gulped nervously while looking off to the side. Nick soon sat down on the couch, on the other side of Clay.
Y/N: "U—Um..." I released a shaky breath out while staring at each of them at a time.
Clay's appearance looked cold, bothered, and annoyed. George's facial reaction seemed as if he was disappointed but surprised to see me. And Nick had a look on his face that was very much anxiety and confusion.
It was now that I regretted coming here.
I had a sick feeling to my stomach, I felt anxiety in my chest, and I couldn't get over the way they looked at me now. Before, they used to stare at me like I was the most perfect thing in the world and now, their gazes had a sense of hatred behind them.
I frowned at that realization as more tears formed in my eyes.
NICK: "Clay told us you talked to him today..." He started the conversation while looking nervous as fuck, "Um...does that mean that the break is over or...?"
I clenched my jaw while narrowing my eyes at them. No words would exit my mouth, I honestly didn't know what to say.
Instead, I looked nervously at them as my frown deepened.
GEORGE: "Well...? Are you gonna answer him...?" He crossed his arms.
I felt the hostility immediately from George. I couldn't help but feel a tug at my heart now.
I feel like I've lost them.
The tears filled my eyes fully, almost overflowing. It suddenly felt wrong to be here, I now knew my sister was right. I shouldn't have come, I felt embarrassed and anxious.
I quickly turned around and tried running for the door, but Nick caught up to me, grabbing me by the wrist to stop me.
