"Stupid Jock"||Tyler Hernandez x Reader

edit 1: i'm stupid and had epilogue before actually searching it up and seeing that the prologue was the beginning and the epilogue was the end part 💀💀

"...So are you excited to finally get to move into the new house?" Your mother asked you.

"I don't know why we couldn't just stay there the rest of my school year...it's gonna be so awkward moving to a new school after the first month of school!!" You groaned, sliding into the seat, looking away from your mother and outside the window at the highway.

Your mother sighed, dripping the staring wheel yet still looking ahead as she spoke to you. "I know that you wanted to stay mija, but this house was a great deal for me and your father. At least it wasn't in the middle of the year, instead two weeks after school starts."

"But Mom, I had so many friends at my old school, and now we're living EIGHT hours away!!"

"Mija I get that, but me and your father were able to find a better job and a good deal on this house, it's newly renovated too. This'll be a good experience for you, please try to understand." Your mother placed her hand on yours, giving it a light squeeze.

You sighed in defeat, knowing that you couldn't actually do anything about it since the contract had already been signed. Grumbling, you mumble to yourself. "Why do they even start school in the summer...stupid.."

She looks at the gas and curses under her breath. She makes a turn and enters a street looking for a gas station. Once she finally finds one, she enters and turns off the car.

"Okay, why don't we take a little break since we still have about four more hours to go? I'll get snacks and you can explore the place okay mija?" Your mother smiled, kissing your forehead before letting you explore on your own.

You sighed and nodded, walking down the street kicking a can, accidentally hitting a cat. You wince at the cat's yowl and apologize. "Sorry..!" You then cringe and look around to see if anyone heard.

"God that was stupid." You muttered and ran from the scene of the crime. When you decided you were far enough, you looked around and saw a sign saying 'The City Of Savannah Welcomes You.'

You perk up at the sign, remember this place when you did some research on Georgia. This was the city with some popular haunted house or something. You couldn't remember the name except that it had weed in it. You let out a small laugh, 'hah, weed' You thought.

All of a sudden, a man comes up to you, which makes you wary. He sees this and laughs with a smile, "Sorry, did I scare you? I just wanted to ask if you wanted to tour the Sorrel Weed House. It turns out a group canceled last minute and we now have a free space, so we wouldn't want to let that go to waste."

You looked at him suspiciously but then remembered that's the place you were thinking about earlier! Wow, how weird is it that you would be able to actually go to a place that you had heard about? So, of course, being the teenager you are, you said yes to the suspicious man and followed him.

Once in the haunted house, he had gotten a phone call. "Oh, I'm sorry, my employer is calling me, but you can have a look around, just please don't touch anything." You nodded and waited for him to leave. The second he did, you went into one of the rooms and started touching everything before accidentally breaking some vases.

Looking around for a camera, you eventually saw none and pushed the glass behind a nightstand. 'Oh no one's gonna notice..right?' You shrugged and ran off, seeing a flight of stairs and after a full minute of thinking, ran down it.

You looked around what seemed to be the basement and wanted to take a picture. "Pft, Lizzie is gonna be so jealous when I send her this pic." You chuckled and pulled out your phone, posing for a snap but stopped when you saw something in your camera view. You turned around to see nothing.

"What the fuck?" You mumbled and turned back, before spotting a dark figure with beady white eyes and an uncanny smile. You dropped your phone, and when it saw you jump back, it pounced and scratched your leg.

You yelled, feeling a searing sensation from your ankle to your knee, and fell to the ground, holding your shin. You were going to get up to run away but when looking back up, there was nothing in sight.

Looking around and seeing nothing, no figure or blood on your leg, you crawled over to your phone. Once you picked it up, you checked the time and realized that it was getting late. You cursed and looked around once more before getting up.

Lifting yourself off the ground, you felt a cramp in the area you thought you had gotten scratched and limped a little. You thought you had gone crazy or had solutions.

"Well, that shit was weird..."

So, guys, I decided to write the back story first cause I had ideas, and I needed this to get them flowing 😛😛

Yes, the reader is Hispanic (Mexican) because that's the only way I know how to write. It also helps with giving me ideas on how to progress the story. The moving part is based a little on my experience, cause I moved to a different town last year which gave me many mixed feelings.

But yeah, I hope you thought this was okay, I'm already working on the next chapter 🎀🎀 (ITS ALL FOR TYLER 🙇‍♀️)

Special thanks to: Grammarly for fixing my 20-something mistakes 😛

Posted: January 8th, 2025 / 01-08-2025