Believer :: 3Below Reader Insert

Chapter 1: An Ordinary Day

A short and stout girl with rich brown skin and a long braid that rests over her shoulder named Katie. She was also apart of the cheer squad with Yvonne. And a jock who was more focused on sports than his grade. He had brown scruffy hair and a skin tone that balanced between being tanned and sunburnt at the same time. His name was Bowie.

(y/n) couldn't care less about those two, as all they ever did was follow the redhead around like lost dogs and snicker on the sidelines while Yvonne did most of the work.
Yvonne was someone (y/n) always had the displeasure of running into since elementary school, and only recently did her clique start to join in the fun.
(y/n) crushed the paper in her palms and threw it to the floor with a sour attitude. She took a deep breath in, and simply turns around to look at them better. "I thought you said note passing is something only middle schoolers do." She whispered, avoiding the chances of alerting their teacher. This only made Yvonne smirk.
The model student leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. "I did. Which is exactly why I'm doing it to you, seeing as you still act like one." She gibed with a soft voice. (y/n) opened her mouth to retort, but was stopped by Ms. Janeth.
"I assume your chatter means you know the answer to this equation, Ms. (y/n)?" Ms. Janeth called from the front of the class, turning to look over at (y/n) and waiting impatiently for her response. "Uh." (y/n) stammered, suddenly forgetting everything including what she had gathered before all of this started. The entire class stared at her, a mixture of boredom and amusement on their faces. "I, uh, huh..." The gears in (y/n)'s head turned as she tried to think quickly and correctly.
Yvonne swapped her grin for a patient smile, raising her hand up calmly. "The answer is 14, Ms. Janeth." She answered confidently and sweetly.
"Thank you, Ms. Taylor, correct and well-mannered as always." Ms. Janeth sighed with relief, jotting the answer down on the whiteboard. "All of you can learn a thing or two from Ms. Taylor. Truly a genius amongst our midst." The teacher finished her praising and turns to (y/n). "Ms. (y/n), sit properly in your seat and actually listen to the lecture this time please?"
(y/n) made a face of disgruntled irritation. "Wha-But-I-She-!"Her eyes looking swiftly between Ms. Janeth's clear favoritism and Yvonne's smug demeanor before finally giving up and faced forward. "Bah!"(y/n) groaned, hunching over her desk with a frown. She did not have the patience to deal with this.
A knock on the door interrupted the lesson, and suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on one thing. The door creaked open and the temporary principal Señor Uhl peeked his head inside the classroom. "Ms Janeth, you have two new students." He spoke lowly. He opened the door wider and two unfamiliar faces walked in. A girl with silvery blonde hair, grey eyes and a red plaid dress and leggings. And a Latino boy with curly brown hair, big chocolate brown eyes, a blue tee-shirt and sweatpants. The girl waved both her hands with a wide smile, overly excited to be at school and the boy seemed to be unimpressed. "This is Aja and Krel Tarron"
(y/n) nearly shot out of her seat, her eyes widened and looked both the students up and down. Those are some very familiar names. "They are from Calliope—"
"Cantaloupia." Aja corrected.
Ms. Janeth clapped her hands together. "Alright. If they can have a seat, I'll continue with my lesson." Señor Uhl gestured to the empty seats and the two teens sat down. The man left the class and Ms. Janeth turned her back and continued writing on the white board.
(y/n) leaned to her side, sitting beside Aja. "Your names are Aja and Krel?" She whispered, hoping to not get the attention of Ms. Janeth again. The two looked back at her with an unreadable expression.
"Yes?" Aja answered hesitantly, "Why do you ask?" The question made (y/n) go blank minded, realizing that she had no idea where she's heard their names from. Immediacy (y/n) retract back into her seat and put her focus back on her teacher. "No reason!" (y/n) blurted brusquely, acting like she was no longer interested in them.
The twins glanced at each other, their brows raised with suspicion.

Krel twists himself to face his sister, muttering something about Ms. Janeth's way of teaching. He turned back around. "I have a question!" He exclaimed loudly, making the lady frown.
"Then raise your hand."
"Uhh which one?"
"Either will do!"
Krel proceeds to raise both of his hands, making everyone look at him funny. "Back home I have four of them..."
"Do you have a question, Mr. Tarron?" Ms. Janeths voice was clearly showing her waning patience.
Krel, still with both hands in the air asks something that makes (y/n)'s body pretty much paralyzed. "Do you have a Daxial Array?"
Why in the world would any normal human need a Daxial Array for? Or even know what that was? This is getting more and more suspicious.
Ms. Janeth's face practically turns red. "We're talking about triangles!"
"Hardly. You forgot to account for the triangular's area when applied to the fourth dimension." Krel rises from his seat and snatches away the marker from the algebra teacher. "The fluctuations of the hypotenuse alter the triangle's shape. But if we use Claxon's 38th theorem..." He approaches the white board and immediately starts to flex his superior intelligence by scribbling out multiple complex equations packed full with symbols and numbers and letters the likes of which humanity's never seen before along with intricate and detailed graphs and charts to show his calculations while using fourth dimensional principles that human scholars wish they understood. All with remarkable speed not to mention as he shows off his remarkable and advanced ability and knowledge. "...we get a reasonable approximation of..." Krel finishes after finding his final answer and turns around with a smug grin to see the awe struck class staring at him and the board. Except for Aja who clapped with a bright smile.
"Now, strange woman, can you lead us to a Daxial Array?" Krel asks again, tossing the now completely dried out marker back to Ms. Janeth who was still speechless.
(y/n) whistled to herself, entirely impressed by the Latino's skill in mathematics. A grin formed on her lips as she turned over her shoulder to look at Yvonne's face of utter disbelief, her previous act of intelligence completely outshined by Krel's work. She pointed over towards Krel with a chuckle.
"Do you think he'll become a class pet just like you, genius?"