School ended fairly fast, though stu was complaining about how long classes were. I had more energy compared to usual. So i thought i could do something productive with that time.
so i decided to go to the mall, there was one store in particular i was hoping to go to, which was hot topic; every goth girls wet dream.
My hair was done in the same protective hairstyle i put it in, just a little looser. I looked like shit, hope i don't see anyone i know, or anyone hot for that matter.
I walked past the food court, staring at my feet as i walked. I only wanted to go to hot topic so i really didn't want to bother myself with anything else, maybe go to abercrombie and fitch, but that's my only plan.
As soon as i step into hot topic I'm welcomed by the HOT employee. Fuck i called it, ___ must hate me.
"Hi, welcome to hot topic, just so you know we're having a sale on our band tee's right now." The blonde says, her hair done in a bun and she was wearing a black tanktop.
Her name-tag said something V..
Whatever it's not like i'd be seeing her after that- so no need to pay attention.
is what i would have thought if i don't pay attention to every little detail.
I hate that i do it, but i couldn't stop myself from opening my mouth and looking in her beautiful dark green eyes.
"What's your name?" I ask, moving slightly to the right to grab a nirvana teeshirt, i've always loved Kurt Cobain. He died two years back in April, didn't stop me from liking him though.
"Tiffany." She replied back pretty blandly, but it was normal for underpaid employees to not want to chat it up.
"You in school?" I ask her, almost feeling bad for my curiosity.
"Nah, i'm a drop out, don't do it by the way, it fucking sucks." She laughed, still pretty stiff. So i thought maybe i should just let her do her job.
A few minutes of looking at band tee's and then she speaks again.
"You in school?" She asked, folding a few shirts and putting them on the rack.
"Yeah, Woodsboro highschool, go panthers." I say in a sarcastic voice.
"Ah man that shitholes still up and running?" She laughs.
"Everywhere in woodsboro is a shithole." I laugh too.
"You should come here more often, you're a cool kid—" she goes to say my name but realizes she doesn't know it.
"Call me (N/N)"
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"Failure." (Slashers x reader)
FanfictionY/n l/n has always been a failure in their parents eyes. They felt every little thing they did needed to be perfect. Nobody could change that- beside a group of attractive new roommates. (That may or may not be murderers!)
