W2H x Reader OneShots and Preference

You're Not Me, Huh?

Prompt: (Y/n) is in the nurse's office, sick, and waiting for their parent to come to pick them up. While waiting, they make some nice conversation with the school's most short-tempered student.

Requested/Suggested?: No

Tw: mentions fighting, black eyes, bloody noses, and bullying and cussing

Author's snip (please read): This one short is based on my own version of a swap au for Welcome to Hell. It's not 100% fully polished and put together. I only really have Sock and Jonathan locked in. but I just had this idea to write something for this but I've never really shared anything regarding this to anyone other than my friends who are also in the fandom. So I'll make a little something in the Author's Note section of this book that will explain the character and backstory that I made for Sock, the name of the part where the details are explained is named 'Context for "You're Not Me, Huh?" '. I highly suggest you read that before you read this just so you can have a grip on how Sock is in this au. That's all for this author's snip. I hope you enjoy this. :-))

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = your last name

Maxwell = Sock's name for this one shot

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(second pov)

It all started when you were sent to the nurse's office because you were feeling sick. You were laying down on one of those small beds that the nurse's office had. Your sinuses were clogged and you were burning up with a decently high fever even though you were shivering. You were allowed to leave but your parent was taking awhile to get to the school to pick you up due to heavy traffic.

You laid there on the little bed with your eyes closed to protect them from getting upset in the bright lights until you heard the nurse speak to someone who had just come in.

"Ah! If it isn't Mr. Sowachowski coming in from another tussle with a student." she with a smirk in her voice, putting an emphasis on the word another.

"Hi, Miss Galloway." you heard a boy grumble in an annoyed tone.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at the new arrival. He wore a fawn blouson jacket, with faded and dull yellow along the hems of the pockets and the cuff of the sleeves, over a sky blue t-shirt and jeans with rips and tears around the knees. He also wore a scarlet red beanie with ginger hair sticking out. You recognized him as one of the kids from your English class.

Aside from what he was wearing you could also see that he was pinching his nose with his hand and had a black eye starting to develop on one of his eyes.

"So who was it this time, Napoleon?" Miss Galloway asked as she got out of her chair to get out a bag of ice and some tissues for the boy. The boy sat on the small office bed across from yours seemingly knowing the routine when he came into the nurse's office.

"First off, you know I hate it when you call me anything but Maxwell, and second of all it was that bitch Hector Britt, but he threw the first punch. I was just defending myself." Maxwell ranted.

"Oh. Well, I didn't know it was a blue moon tonight." the nurse commented in a joking manner as she walked up and examined his nose to see if it was broken and then putting tissues up the nostril that was bleeding. This prompted Maxwell to roll his eyes.

That then led to his bright green eyes to land on you, who was still staring at him. You looked away embarrassed that you had gotten caught. The nurse left Maxwell alone with his covered-up nose and a bag of ice to soothe his incoming black eye.

"What's wrong with you?" the red-head asked in a genuine tone. You stammered for a second, not expecting him to talk to you.

"Oh, uh. I'm sick and waiting for my parent to come to pick me up and take me home," you answered. "But they're kinda taking awhile. Traffic and stuff." you added.

Maxwell hummed and gave a little nod to your response. "Figures, you look like hell." he commented. "I feel like hell." you giggled, your words rewarding you a small chuckle out of the boy next to you.

"You're (Y/n), right? (Y/n) (L/n) from Mr. Simon's fourth-period English class?" Maxwell asked. You nodded your head. "Yeah. I knew I recognized you. You're the really quiet kid, huh?" he said hunching over from where he sat.

"Yeah," you mumbled, that remark on you being quiet reminding you of the kids that picked on you for hardly talking.

"Those three kids who sit next to you give you shit for it, huh?" he asked, even though it was more like him trying to get you to confess it.

"Yeah, they do. But hey, it's fine. I can handle it." you said.

"Well, if I were in your shoes, I'd give them a piece of my mind." Maxwell stated. "Well. I'm not like you. I don't really like confrontation." you confessed with a little smile, appreciating him giving you some advice on getting the hooligans off your back. "Yeah, you're not, huh." he said.

"You're really nice person," he said with a slight beam. Maxwell seemed to have noticed what he said and quickly blurted out "I didn't mean that in a soft kinda way. I was just saying.". You noticed what looked like a faint pink on his cheeks.

You laughed at him. Not in a mean way. You just found it... cute that this well-known short-tempered kid was trying not to sound soft.

"No, no, it's fine. Thank you." you giggled, "You're nice too.".

That just made Maxwell's cheeks turn even pinker.

"I'm not nice! I'm- I.... I beat up and fight with people a lot, for fun." the boy claimed, trying to keep his cool and regain his toughness.

"Alright. Okay. You're a rude sauerkraut, Maxwell." you laughed.

"Thank you." Maxwell said crossing his arms.

Just then, your parent finally came in and signed you out so that you can go home. You got up from the little bed and said your goodbyes to your classmate.

"See ya' (Y/n)." Maxwell waved.

"Oh and, uh, by the way! Don't worry about those kids from fourth-period. I'll take care of them for you." Maxwell added just as you left.

He could see it, but that little comment made you blush.

The thought of someone bothering to stick up for you.