City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

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When class finished, Casey stole your schedule from your desk, and began to read through it.  She frowned, and you stared at her, confused.  But you didn't take the paper back, you felt rude ripping it from her hands or taking it back, even though it was technically your property.  

"Aw, we don't have that many classes together," Casey whined.  "But we do have lunch together, so we can still hang out then."

"Oh, that's cool," you said.

She handed the schedule back to you, and gave you directions to the next classroom you needed to be in.  She bid you farewell and the two of you parted ways.  You re-entered the sea of sweat and children, and you made your way to the class of Mr. Monroe for science.  You knew one of these days, you would probably go through the horrors of watching someone disobey lab safety, and  burn their face off at nine o'clock in the morning.

You walked into the classroom, and saw it was already pretty full of students.  To the point that there was only one empty seat.  You began to make your way over, when you heard the teacher walk in from an attached office/storage space.

"Oh, you're the new student," he pointed out.  "Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself."

Oh shit.  Oh fuck.  You turned around and faced him, petrified.  He beckoned you forward, and you began to make your way back to the front of the classroom, your head hung in shame.  You didn't want to do this, but you knew you had no choice. 

"Please introduce yourself," the teacher demanded.  "You have the floor."

The teacher directed you to stand next to him, and you faced your fellow classmates.  You noticed the nerd from earlier, and you also noticed how everyone wasn't really paying attention, and everyone looked dead inside.  But that was your average teenager for you, nothing special there.

"I'm (y/n), and I'd like to go back to my seat now," you told the teacher.

A few people snickered, but many continued to ignore you.

"Well, hello (y/n), I'm Mr. Hendler, please go take a seat next to Randy," Mr. Hendler instructed.  "Randy, raise your hand."

Then the nerd raised his hand.  The teacher turned to the blackboard, and you made your way back to the empty desk.  You had seen the kid, but you didn't realize he was the one sitting next to you.  You took your seat, and Mr. Hendler began his lesson.  That's when Randy leaned over to talk to you.

"Hi, I'm Randy," he whispered.

"Hi," you responded.  "I'd introduce myself, but I think you know my name."

"Yeah.  Do you like scary movies?"

"More than the average person should," you answered.  "What about you?"

"They're an underrated artform that deserve more attention.  What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I like 'Dolls' and 'Puppet Master.'  I guess sentient dolls are interesting to me."

"Oh, so like 'Child's play?'"

"No, Charles Lee Ray is killing and committing crimes for the hell of it.  In 'Puppet Master,' they are both avenging and following the orders of their late master who discovered the gift of eternal life, and in 'Dolls' they were following the sick morals of the old couple in an effort to become human again," you explained.  "They are nothing alike.  'Child's play' thinks it's scary to watch a murder, the ones I mentioned have layers."

"First of all, you are speaking my language," Randy whispered excitedly.  "Second, 'Child's play' does have layers!  Charles was stabbed in the back by his partner, he was just trying to enact revenge, and he didn't want to let anyone get in his way.  Plus, it has voodoo."

"And 'Puppet Master' has Nazis.  'Child's play' is just another slasher, and it hopes that the murders can make it be considered a horror."

"Since you and Mr. Meeks are having such a lovely conversation," Mr. Hendler interrupted.  "It should be easy for you to answer the question on the board, right Mx. (l/n)?"

You looked at the blackboard, and saw a question that you knew you couldn't answer sprawled across.  You could feel the eyes of every other student in the class bore into you.  It's exactly what Mr. Hendler wanted earlier, he was just getting it a little later than he hoped.  At least everyone knew your name now.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized everyone was staring, and you were about to embarrass yourself on your first day.  That's when Randy practically stomped on your foot, and gestured to his notebook.  You tried to look without giving yourself away and showing the teacher you were cheating, and in big bold letters circled almost a million times was an answer.

"x=-7.8," you said, although it sounded more like a question.

Mr. Hendler scoffed and turned back to the board, beginning to work through the equation, proving that Randy's answer was correct.

"Thanks," you whispered over gratefully.

"Anytime.  Hey, do you wanna hang out with me and some of my friends at lunch," Randy asked.

"Sorry, I already told someone else I'd hang out with them.  Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure, tomorrows good.  Hey, can I see your schedule?  I want to see if we have any other classes together."

You handed him the sheet of paper, and he read over it while you tried to pay a little attention to Mr. Hendler, and why he was doing math in science class.  Maybe you needed the equation for an upcoming experiment?  Who knew at this point.  You just wanted to make sure that if he tried to catch you not paying attention, you wouldn't be so caught off guard again.

"Oh sweet, we also have English Lit and Gym together," Randy informed you.  "And lunch, as I suspected."

"Great," you quietly cheered.

You could already tell that the two of you were going to be good friends.  He let you nerd out to him about some living killer dolls in movies and why two should be all hallowed classics, and why one shouldn't be so popular.  Just wait till you got to stuff from the 1930s and '40s, you had quite a lot to say about Universal and the endless amounts of sequels to their og monster gang.

Honestly, you were probably going to annoy Randy to high heaven before you managed to get to that point.  Eh, might as well enjoy this friendship while it lasts.