Black Soul, Angel Eyes | Bular X Reader

° Chapter 1 °

Three loud beeps from your alarm clock was the first thing you awoke to on this Monday morning, 7:30 Am buzzing through your ears as the alarm continued to harass your eardrums to wake up. With a hazy eye and a groan, you flung your arm up and slapped the alarm shut. Why did it have to be Monday? A new school week always drove you insane, even after the week long holiday you were given every few months. Though this was different, a new school, a new city, and a brand new start. The kids at your old school were always so perky and rude to each other, friends or not, it was just bad energy everywhere your foot stepped. Not only that, but people seemed to enjoy just torturing you and many others the kids concerned 'weak and fragile to the smallest touch'. You knew it was far from the truth, but a small burning feeling in your chest fluttered around like deadly butterflies, whispering in your ear about how right they were. About how fragile and silent you were

Sighing heavily you flung the covers off your body and sat up with a stretch accompanied by a loud yawn, feeling a bit better after the stretch, you scratched your chin as your legs gently swung over the bed. You weren't really a morning person but this was how your live would be for the next few years until collage. Well- you weren't sure if you wanted to go to college since you didn't even know what you wanted to become.. eh, that was a problem for future you. Your eyes soon slowly glided across your room.. man it was a mess. Papers, clothes and various small pieces of garbage all across the floor. You'd clean it later, as in maybe like 2 weeks from now depending on how you felt. Shrugging, you stood yourself up and walked to your dresser, pulling out some comfortable baggy sweatpants, a slightly oversized long sleeve shirt and a large baggy hoodie. Looking in the mirror, you stared at yourself: small bags under your (E/C) eyes, (H/C) hair cut to your elbows, you looked like a homeless person, haha. You didn't necessarily care, you felt comfortable

That's all that mattered. You were happy with who you were.. most of the time. Of course there were days when you felt sad or alone, but that was normal as a teenager- soon to be adult I should say

You walked down the stairs of your home, humming a soft tune of (insert favorite song here) since you had recently listened to it and had fallen in love all over again. As you made it to the bottom of the steps, you noticed not only a piece of toast on the counter, but a note. Eyebrow raised you walked to the toast and grasped the note in your hand, reading over it. 'Have a good day at school, (N/N) ~ Uncle'. Your uncle was so sweet. Ever since your father passed away and your mother dying at birth, your uncle had not only purchased a house for you, but he would often come to visit and make sure things were okay. He was a sweet old guy, who could hate him? Smiling, you folded the note and placed it in a cupboard, toast in your mouth, you grabbed your bag: keys in hand, you walked out of your comfy little home and took a breath of fresh air. You were anxious, since you were so used to the old school you attended you weren't sure how this new school would run- let alone how the people in it would react- so it was safe to say you were right to be anxious

It was decently bright, sighing, you had gotten on your (F/C) bike, starting to make your way down the silent streets of Arcadia. The sun wasn't out exactly yet, but it was warm enough to be considered morning. Though a bit foggy the atmosphere was still welcoming to you, since it felt like you were still at home on the other side of the world.. I mean, anyone misses their old home at some point. There wasn't much to miss but that doesn't mean you were completely heartless

You continued to hum the song, the sun slowly rising with each minute that passed, cars driving past you with bikers, joggers and dog walkers alike. You missed this- just having a nice bike ride with you yourself and your thoughts. Your mind was blank at the moment though, so you just hummed and let your bike take you to school. Arcadia Oaks Highschool