Believer :: 3Below Reader Insert

Sixteen years later...

"Another order! Breakfast burrito with extra bacon!"

"Coming right up! Order number 25 is ready."

"Ohh Stuart! Come on with the gas!"

"I get gassy when I'm in a rush, you know that (y/n)!"

(y/n) was in Stuart's taco truck, both of them in the middle of a breakfast rush in the quaint town of Arcadia Oaks. (y/n) rings up another order, handing it to a costumer and taking the payment. She puts it in a large jar in the truck and gets to work with the other orders. Her apron was covered with grease and other miscellaneous ingredients.

"One atomic, super double, bowel-loosening, Diablo Maximus Breakfast Burrito with extra hot sauce!" Stuart called back.
"What's up with these people and hot sauce?" (y/n) asked herself, getting another tortilla ready. Yep, she couldn't want anything more than this believe it or not. She wouldn't trade anything else in the world than to be making burritos and tacos with her secretly extraterrestrial father.
Suddenly her phone began to buzz, she scrambled for her device that was in her back pocket and looked down at the screen. The alarm she set before for school going off, and (y/n) was suddenly aware of how much time slipped past.
"Ah Stuart, I gotta—"
"Don't you worry about it, Starlight! Good old Stuart has got this handled." Stuart told, handing out a foil wrapped burrito to someone. "Go and get your learning on!"
(y/n) smiled and took off her latex gloves and apron. "Thanks!" She then hauled her bagpack over her shoulder and ran out the back of the taco truck, not leaving without turning around and saying goodbye to Stuart with a big smile. "Be back soon!"
"Smell ya later!" Stuart waved goodbye, which (y/n) snickered at. She waved and ran off to school.
(y/n) didn't want anything to change. But then it did.

(y/n) ran to her high school, Arcadia Oaks High, rushing through the front doors and nearly trampling over some other poor students. "Sorry!" She apologized before continuing on her path. While she ran through the nearly empty halls, she fixed her hair and her clothes. She also fixed her caved in shoes and wiped the left over remnants of grease on her exposed fingers onto her legs. The teen ran through the halls, grinding her teeth together before finally making it to her first class before the bell rang.
(y/n) collapsed in her seat with a breathless sigh, slouching back like she was melting into to cheap desk chair. Her algebra teacher, Ms. Janeth, started to drawl about math and triangles and the usual lecture. Words came in from one ear and out the other in her case, only gathering a few key points and making a very simple nutshell of the whole lesson in her mind. She glanced around the room letting her mind wander before returning to summarizing the lesson at hand in a very few and simple words, only to rinse and repeat the process for the rest of the class as she always did. Suddenly she was broken out of her trance when a piece of paper hit the back of her head. She winced at the hit, rubbing her head before picking up the paper off the floor. It was crumpled into a ball so she began to flatten it out.
'Just came back from the taco truck, (y/n)? The smell of grease is still lingering on you. Or is that just your dad's stench?'
She scowled and twisted herself to look back at the culprit.
Two girls and a boy snickered together, pretending not to see (y/n)'s death glare. Of course, these three kids always were on her back. The worst of them all was Yvonne Taylor, their leader with fiery red locks that cascaded neatly down to her middle back and crystal blue eyes. Don't let her pale skin, cute freckles and perfect model student nature fool you. Yvonne has been (y/n)'s tormentor for years now. She was apart of the cheerleading team, and became popular because of her talent and friendly facade; she'd volunteer at the peer tutoring program, donated to school funding, is one of the brightest students in Arcadia Oaks, was the top of nearly every single class she went to and give out homework answers to people close to her. Meaning her reputation was sky high, and she was friends with almost everyone in the entire school, including the teachers! She was always with her little group of friends behind her too: