Random x Reader one-shots

Warning!: mentions of rape and violence and blood

Y/N POV:
I don't get why Riff wanted me here? Maybe to have an eye on baby John? No one knows.
All I know is that I'm standing here, in a gym full of people and low on oxygen. It reeks of sweat from the dancing teenagers and my feet are cramping from the shoes. I really don't want to be here. I quickly grab Action's arm as he waltzes past me.
-If Riff asks for me, tell him I left, I say irritated. He nods and I start making my way to the exit on the other side of the gym.

The activity leader announces a game, and I sigh as I watch the boys from the jets and sharks square up. But before I reach the exit, someone grabs my arm and pulls me back in.
I look and it's Riff.
-Where are you going? He asks.
-Home. I'm tired Riff, I say.
-Without you, well be one girl down, please? Riff begs.
-Alright, Just this game! Then I'm going home, I say and stand beside two sharks girls.
The music starts and we walk around... and around... and around... until the whistle shouts. I stop and see that I'm standing right in front of the leader of the Sharks... Bernardo.
He looks shocked at me. His brown eyes stare at me and the rest of the world seems to disappear. It's only us. Only us...

As the new music starts, A-rab grabs my arm and pulls me towards the other Jets.
Bernardo stares after me, but gets pulled away by a shark girl.

We dance battle for a long while, but in the end we all stop as Riff and Bernardo start butting heads again. I see Tony with an unfamiliar girl and I run towards them.
-Tony...? Are you alright? I ask. Bernardo guides his eyes towards me again, and his face softens up a bit. Tony and Riff looks at me too.
Riff angrily looks back at Bernardo.
-So you're after her now huh? You're after her? He asks and grabs my arm and hold it up roughly.
-Ow, Riff, you're hurting me! I squeak.
-Let her go, Bernardo says sadly.
-Why? So you can drag her back to your filthy neighborhood and do whatever you want to her? Riff asks angrily.
-Riff, That is enough! I say and finally rip my arm from his grip. The three men look at me in shock.
-Didn't Tony's mother teach you any better!? I ask Riff angrily.
-And you! I say and point to Tony.
-Don't go running around in territories you aren't familiar with, I say. Then I look at Bernardo and I feel my heart clench for a second, before looking to the others.
-I'm going home, I growl and walk towards the exit. I didn't notice that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE in the gym was watching, and was building a path for me to walk out of. I remove my heels on the way and rush quickly to docs.

At docs:
I sigh as I sit down at a bar stool. I place my heels on the counter top and place my head in my hand and I hide my other arm in my dress.
-Damned boys, I growl as Doc hands me a coca-cola.
-What happened this time? Doc asks. I take a gulp from the soda and glare into the wall behind Doc.
-I make eye-contact with a Puerto Rican once, and Riff makes the conclusion that he wants to rape me, I say. Doc shakes his head.
-He's just scared that something will happen, Doc says. I shake my head.
-He wasn't going to hurt me... he asked Riff to let go of my arm when I told him it hurt... I say and take another swig if the soda. Doc looks curiously at me.
-What did he- he starts, and then the gang just bustles in and after comes officer Krupke and Schrank.
-We'll take it later, he says. I sigh as Schrank begins preaching about how we can help them catch the Puerto Rican's and put them in jail "where they belong", but the boys keep their mouth shut. The officers finally give up and head out. As they past me, I speak up.
-Just because you believe they make havoc, doesn't it mean they actually do... at least not alone, I say and drink from my soda again. The officers eye me curiously, before walking out.

As they're out, the boys begin getting rowdy again and Doc sigh.
-Now What did Riff do? He asks. I avoid his gaze.
-I promise that I won't tell a soul, he whispers. I sigh and bring my arm up on the counter. I can see Riff barely look my way from one of the tables in the shop.
A hand print has beginning to bruise a bit on the middle of my arm.
-Oh dear... do you want some ice? He asks. I shake my head.
-Just take one of them coca-colas and I can drink it later, I say. Doc chuckles and puts the bottle by my arm. I lean my arm on the cold bottle and sigh gladly.