Corrupted Heart - Steven Universe x Reader

"I'm not coming out, and you can't make me!".

My mother pinched the bridge of her nose, exaggeratingly huffing out in exasperation. In a rigid posture, she was tapping her foot on the floor, gripping onto the door handle and jiggling it, only to find out that it's locked. "(Y/N) (Y/L)! Open the door this instant!", she proclaimed in a sharp tone, almost making me flinch from the other side of the door. "You're going to miss the bus!". I stuck my tongue out, blowing a raspberry to provoke mum.

I hated being the new kid at school.

No-one ever wants to talk to you, you're isolated and you only have one chance to make a good impression. If you don't, you're stuck being an outcast for the rest of high school. At least, that's what it was like at my old school. It was a miracle that I got anyone to talk to me at all, let alone make friends there. Everyone was so judgemental and it really wears you down and sinks your self-confidence.

My mother scolded at the shut door, looking up at the modern clock on the wall to predict how much time she had left to convince me to go to school. "(Y/N) it was really difficult to get you a spot in that school", she explained, indifferently, "I know you don't like the struggles of being new, but you need your education".

The door handle clicked before gradually turning and opening the door. "Education is dumb!", was all I spat out as I reclined on the steady door frame. "I've learned all the basic stuff. Isn't that enough?". With a desirous frown, mum held up my backpack in her grasp and tossed it into my chest as I just barely managed to grip onto it before it fell. She already forced me to pack all the supplies I needed, to get out of my pyjamas and into clean clothes.

The last thing she needed was to get me out the door. "(Y/N), I'm not in the mood for this. Get out of your room", my mum instructed me, although I heard her grunting words when she thought I wasn't listening. I clicked my tongue showing her disrespect, and that was the tipping point for her. She pinched onto my earlobe, making me yelp in surprise and pain as she hauled from the doorframe. I thrusted in her grasp, squealing and kicking like an insane, hyperactive little kid, screeching, "Let go! That hurts!". She did eventually release me, tossing me outside the house. I rubbed onto my ear, sending her a horrid scowl that seemed to have no impact on her.

"And don't even think about skipping any classes. You are in so much trouble if I get a call from the school".

I walked down the street, listening to only the clicking of my shoes hitting the concrete path. My eyes remained fastened on the ground so that I wouldn't be greeted by any pedestrians. The only noise that left my mouth was the melodious humming of a tune that had been previously stuck in my head. "(Y/N)! Hey!".

My thoughts were pulled out of the clouds when I heard a vaguely familiar voice. I glance up from the pavement to see Connie, waving at me to grab my attention as she stood next to the Bus Stop with a math textbook in her grasp. I narrowed my eyes slightly, still a little circumspect. I wasn't too sure I liked Connie yet. I didn't know her well and something about her gave me eerie vibes. Nevertheless, I still allowed myself to approach her.

"Hey", I acknowledged her, looking over her shoulder instead of her face. She gazed at the heavy, purple-hued backpack strapped on my shoulders and returned her gaze to me with a smile. "You're starting school too?", she asked as I responding with a nod. More people arrived after me, immediately occupying the bench that I was hoping to sit on. But it didn't take long for the bus to leisurely approached us. I entered first, giving a nod to the bus driver as a way of greeting him, as she responded with the same gesture.

Surprisingly, there weren't many people on the bus. I guess most kids got their parents to drive them to school. To not be the centre of attention, I made my way to the back of the bus, leaning against the glass frame. All the kids near me became obscure as my mind began to drift off. "It's too bad we're not going to be in the same classes", that was until a friendly voice, interrupted my thoughts, making me sit up in complexity. Connie sat opposite to me, with her backpack resting on her lap. It looked so much lighter than mine, she must've organised her stuff in a way that everything would fit properly.