CURSED // ZIGGY BERMAN X FEM READER

001. 1978

'Let's get one thing straight, freak,' Sheila hisses at me as we step off the bus. 'We're not friends, and we're definitely not sisters.' 

'Even after all these years?' I say sarcastically. 'Gee, Sheila, you act like I give a shit.' I run my tongue over the top of my front teeth. 'You and Will can go and fuck to your hearts content, and I'll just pretend I don't exist, like everyone else!' 

I stick my middle finger up. 

'You're such a slut, Y/N,' Sheila yells after me. 'I hate you!' 

'This is why your parents love me more!' I grin, showing all of my teeth. Keeping my middle finger up, I turn around, walking towards the camp director. 

'What's your name?' She asks me. 

'It's Y/N,' I respond quickly. 

'Brown?' 

'Yep,' I glance behind me, surveying the rest of the campers. 

'Cabin Five.' She points the small brown cabin just ahead of us. 

'Thanks,' I take a slip of paper containing the camp map from the table, and walk over to my new home for the next 2 months. 

The cabin is empty when I get there. I throw my stuff down on the bed, run a quick hand through my dark hair, and pace over to the door. Someone is opening the door just as I get there and I accidentally collide into them, knocking them to the ground. 

'Oh, I'm sorry,' I ramble, sticking my hand out. 'You okay?' 

'Yeah,' She licks her lips. 'I'm good.' Without glancing down at her, I nod. 'I'm, Ziggy actually. Ziggy Berman.' 

Shit. 

A flurry of thoughts scramble around my brain as I try to collect myself. For a second, my head is empty and I momentarily forget how to speak. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to keep my expression neutral. 

'You should watch where you're going, Ziggy Berman,' I respond coldly, brushing past her out the door.