"Failure." (Slashers x reader)

(Cw: i have 4a hair, so im not really gonna be describing the readers hair that much, cause idk how to care for any other hair types 🤷🏽‍♀️)

people pretend. Constantly pretending to be someone they're not, Some have to pretend more than others. Like me. I find myself pretending to think like everyone else on a daily basis, that way other's don't think they have a right to speak for me.

I blink. My eyes feel heavy. I don't remember walking home, i don't remember going to sleep, i don't remember getting dressed for school. All i know is that it's august 15th and i go to the first day of school, on a Thursday.

I smelled awful, but what else was new? I put on deodorant and sprayed myself in warm vanilla sugar from bath and bodyworks. I'm sure the teachers would notice my lowrise jeans too, but i didn't really give a shit.

My hair was messy but i didn't feel like brushing it, so i just did a protective hairstyle that would keep it looking neat-ish until i got home.

I blinked. My eyes seriously felt like they were being weighed down by bricks. I decided i'd have to leave and leave soon. I open my front door, walk out, and lock the door. I space out for a minute. I know the way to the school so i won't get lost by thinking of it in my head.

Fifteen minutes pass by like a second.

Suddenly i'm standing in the hall of my high school, standing at my locker. I go to grab my notebook, i'll need it for history, i have history first period. Same boring routine different classes.

The sound of a bunch of students whispering, laughing and talking buzzed in my ear as i walked into my history classroom. I had mr. Matthews this year. My eyes scanned to see if there was an empty seat with anyone i liked or could tolerate, of course not, but there was a seat next to stu macher.

Macher's family was pretty wealthy, his girlfriend- ex girlfriend- used him for money and sex. fuck, I'm analyzing again-

I sat down next to stu with a huff. I needed to stop thinking. For once i needed my thoughts to be numb. I needed to pretend i wasn't thinking.

The teacher gave us simple sheets of paper, to see what we remembered from last year. I look at the paper with hate and confusion. I don't remember any of the stuff on the paper so i look over at stu, who already has a few questions bubbled.

"You got a staring problem?" He asked looking into my eyes and i would be lieing if i said i didn't feel some sort of.. way with his eyes on me like that.

"can you help me?" I asked in a hushed voice so Mr. Matthew's wouldn't hear.

"You- you want.. my help?" Stu looked upset, or maybe offended? ___ damnit i hope i didn't offend him..

"Yes..?" I replied, to which he responded with a silly smile.

He wrote something down and then slowly slid me his paper-

It a note 'friends?' and written right under it was his phone number.