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rkay07 · 6 months

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School Girl in Curls

Modern AU!Jay Schlatt x fem!reader

(You’re the new girl at a rich private school, but being the loner you are, it’s hard having to deal with boys that think your business is their business.)

Fluff. Lots of Fluff

This is my first fanfic every. So please, be kind but feedback would be appreciated

A/N: Specific hair type, Physical Touch, anxious reader because of new school, love at first sight thing, Lunch Club Schlatt, if there's anything else I missed please tell me in the comments. Part 1 of many?

Word Count: 4k+

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Arriving at a new school is hard but it’s even harder knowing all your friends from your old school are wearing whatever they want when you’re stuck wearing a skirt, not fun. Yeah, your mom told you you were going to have to wear a uniform but you thought you could pick, but no. Walking to school was a whole different thing though, a thing you loved, walking in the cold breeze instead of driving forty-five down the school road. You missed your car but you also missed using your legs. Going through the doors of the school gave you a big rush of realization, realization being that you had no idea who these people were. People were ok but talking to them was not, you liked your academics more than anything, except your car but that was for you. Academics were definitely more for the people you surround yourself with not for the people around you (If you get that). You knew you were smart so you tried your best to do your best. Honestly, thinking about it, you have no idea how you had time for your friends at home but now that you had no one you were going to keep it like that, or so you thought. Getting to your locker with thirty minutes to spar, you gave yourself some time to compose yourself before heading to class. Having a locker was new to you, you thought it was neat, like having a big backpack stationary, and knowing you weren’t going anywhere new anytime soon you decorated it with a mirror, some cool stickers, and a plethora of hair ties. Putting the last thing in your locker before heading off you notice a group of boys walking down the hall towards you, they probably have lockers over here you thought. When they got about six feet away from you one of them stopped at a locker on your side, tall, lengthy, with brown hair, and the uniform you wished you had. You didn’t want to stare for too long not wanting to get unnecessary feelings for a guy you don’t know. You look back at your locker, still open, rummaging through nothing but a pencil box and a couple journals.

He spotted you, thinking you were cute but honestly, you looked like any other brunette in the school but there was something different about you, your hair was curly, the textures in your hair were almost unbelievable and unimaginable to him. Now thinking about it, has he ever seen a brunette with curly hair?

“Ay, Jay? Are you going to stand there for the whole thirty minutes or what?” Someone shouted out.

“Uh, no, I’m just grabbing a few things.” Jay admitted while staring at you, not wanting to disappoint his friends, he picks through his locker to find a few things.

You put your hair behind your ear, without knowing it you had a better view of the guy next to you but your heart skipped a beat when you saw his arm leaning over his locker, blocking his face from you. This. Guy. Had you wrapped around his finger, for what, being a man? Well that was hard to find these days but you just got here! You check the time on your phone and see you have been standing here for only a few minutes. You couldn’t believe it, all you wanted was for class to start but no. You couldn’t go to the library because it was on the other side of the school, I could sit outside, you thought. And because you had no other ideas you went with that.

With this weather you could sit outside all day, the cool breeze and your music playing at a reasonable volume, all the way up. You like to people watch but when you're on the other end it’s interesting. You saw from afar that the group of guys from earlier were standing across the courtyard, facing you.

Crossing his arms across his chest, one of them says, “Who is this girl?” Another one says, “Maybe she’s new?” and another says, “I heard a detective and her daughter moved out-of-state to our town, maybe it’s her?” The guy that stood next to you at your locker mumbles, “Guys shut up.”

You like being early, it feels better than being late anyway. You got to your classroom door with a couple minutes still on the clock, your heart was pumping a little faster than normal so you took some time to breathe. You make yourself presentable just in case the teacher wanted to introduce you or if students were staring at the door waiting to spot the imposter. You walk into the classroom, chin up, back straight, strides long, all the way to your seat in the back. Sitting down at your desk, you pull out your ipad. You always found it easier to write on your ipad than plain paper, but you occasionally use it. Writing down the title and date you look up at the board, your attention is drawn to the two guys walking in. It’s the guy from earlier and one of his friends, how. You could’ve had so many other classes but you had to have the class with him. You cover your face with your hand and look down at the ipad. Pulling your phone out to look at the time, right on time, lovely. They walked down the aisle and sat in the two empty seats next to you.

The teacher walked in, he didn’t look bad for an older guy, you know a regular teacher. You sat up in your seat not giving much care to the guy next to you anymore because now you had put your thinking cap on. He stood in the middle of the front of the classroom, “Good morning students, hope you all had a nice weekend.” He leans toward his desk and pulls out two pieces of paper, “It’s been a few weeks since school started but we have a new student.” Everyone turns to look at you, giving you goosebumps. “If you don’t mind, kid, could you introduce yourself?”

Taking a deep breath, you walk up with all the confidence you had left, “Hey, I’m Y/n.” you paused as you couldn’t think of anything necessary to say. Mr. Hill sitting at his big desk, “If you don’t mind telling us, where did you move from?” he asks as he leans back in his chair. You fold your hands together, realizing the guy next to your desk has been head high the whole time, “I moved from the big state of H/S…sir.” Mr. Hill nods but a couple of girls at the front can’t swallow their giggles so they cover their mouth to block them from getting any louder. Your eyes grow narrow as you watch them snicker away. Mr. Hill takes a short breath, “Alright, Y/n, thank you for sharing. Happy to have you.” You take a glance at his desk behind you, “Happy to be here, thank you.” You quickly walk back to your desk and sit down, grabbing your pen that goes to your ipad and setting it on top. Not realizing it, your hand was shaking from the unknown adrenaline you had while you were up there. With it shaking on the desk, the guy next to you saw and immediately began to worry about a person he doesn’t even know, well, he did know you were from H/S. He leans from his seat towards you but going more behind you than anything, “I hope they didn’t get under your skin?” he mumbles, half way out of his seat. His voice startles you, making you jump slightly, “Why would they, they’re just some weirdos trying to make themselves look cool.” You straighten up in your seat getting ready to put your pen to work until he starts talking to you again. “The teacher doesn’t start ‘teaching’ for another few minutes.” You give him a funny look. He looks back at you and shrugs his shoulders. Finishing his chat with you, he turns to his friend, occasionally peering over at you. You ponder on the idea of not doing class work at your other school, it would be the equivalent of skipping class.

You pull out your phone and start up the game you loved and loathed at the same time, Crossy Road. You play a game, getting higher than one-thirty, but failing do to a log going faster than expected. You’re about to play another when you notice the guy next to you is leaning towards you a bit. Eyeing him, he grins, “You any good?” he questions as he turns his whole body to you. You nod with a grin, as you open a gift in the game. “Do you mind if I watch?” he says, pointing at your screen. “Not at all.” You hum as you turn so he can see but he shakes his hand at you gesturing you don’t need to, you raise an eyebrow confused. He extends his arms out, making full eye contact with you as he grabs your desk, pulling it closer to him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You blush as you sit there beside him, so close. He looks down at you, starting your game for you, making you gasp. You play one of your best games as he traces your side profile carefully, burning every inch of your face into his memory. You huff as you fall off a log into the water, just under four hundred. Taking a breath and a look at the classroom, you see a few students looking back at you and your very comfortable friend. He sees you looking up and frowns, bringing his hand to your chin to pull your attention back to your game, “Don’t mind them, they’re just wasting their time.” Your heart flutters as you feel his hand graze your chin, you don’t even know this guy but…he makes you feel safe. You could go on and on about how cozy he feels. You lean into his body, making yourself a little more snug. He takes notice of your doing and smiles, pulling your desk closer. You start another game when Mr. Hill gets up and announces, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes then we’ll start class.” He walks to the door and disappears into the hallway. As your chicken is swept up by an eagle, you scoff at your game, making your friend chuckle. He waits until you start another game to pick your pen up and write something down on your ipad. You’re so focused on your game that you don’t realize he was messing with your stuff. Failing again but this time going a little over two-hundred, you look up again at the crowd of people in front of you, rolling your eyes when you see the same two girls that were laughing at you earlier glancing over at you. Your friend looks up with you to see them and glares. You shake your head putting your sight on your phone again but his head didn’t move, he kept his gaze on the girls until they looked away. He too, rolls his eyes in annoyance, he takes another look at them then goes back to your phone noticing you’ve already started another game. Falling once more, you get over two-hundred again, deciding to leave it there. You turn your phone off to slip it into your bag but realizing your bag was now about four feet away from you, over by the wall. You scrunch your nose in defeat, setting your phone on your desk, and going back into the warm body of your friend.

“Jay, you want some gum?” someone asks from your friend's side. His voice startles you making you straighten up and lean against your desk with your elbows supporting you, as to not get in his way. He turns to his friend with wide eyes, he sighs, “Sure, Ted.” Jay eyed the gum counter, taking two out, then turning back around to you. His friend, Ted, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

You, now looking at your desk, see your friend’s writing on your ipad, I’m Jay, nice to meet you it said. You smile down at his message and screenshot it. Jay turns back to you with a piece of gum at his fingertips, “Want some gum?” You nod, taking it from his hand. Shooting it into your mouth for a flavorful taste of peppermint.

You hear a knock come from the classroom door, Mr. Hill walks in with a stack of papers and a laptop, “Alright kids, enough lollygagging. Let's get this show on the road.” By now the desks have shifted so much that people are in their own little groups, so you and Jay don’t look half bad. When you try to move your desk away from him he grabs it, looking up at you, “Don’t go, doll.” You raise your eyebrows, trying to see if he was kidding or not but with those eyes, looking up at you, it was hard to tell. You didn’t give in though. You place your hand on his, rubbing it to loosen his grip, grinning when he finally lets go. You move it back to its original spot or maybe even further just to mess with him. Sitting down, you erase his message to clear a space to write. You look up at the teacher ready for class, finally, but out of the corner of your eye you see Jay twiddling with a pencil in his hand but no paper? You go to your bag and pull out a piece of paper for him, putting it on his desk. He scoffs, writing something down. He picks the paper up and slides it back to you, making you roll your eyes. Would you like to go out with me? it said. You shake your head as you pull out a pen to write, Only if you can wait a week. The teacher starts talking about something you're familiar with so you don’t worry much. You pass the note back to Jay discreetly. He looks at the note smiling and nodding at the paper, Deal. he wrote. Passing it back to you for the final time, looking up at the board with a grin tugging at his lips. You smile and put the paper in your bag.

Class ends with a big whoop, wanting nothing more than to go stand outside for the remaining time you had left until your next class. You shove your ipad and pen back into your bag and turn to stand up but someone’s in your way, “I hope you know that he’s just being nice, you know, helping out a fellow classmate, nothing more?” The girl standing in your way had a snobby look on her face, honestly, nothing new. You tighten your lips and nod, “Thanks but I think I can handle myself.” You try to stand up but she steps closer, “I’m warning you,” Putting a hand on your desk and another on your chair, “Don’t fall for it.” You raise your eyebrows as she looks at you. She leans away, completely changing her stone cold eyes to a smile as she walks back to her desk, unsure if it was genuine or not. When she gets back to her seat you realize it was one of the girls from earlier, the thought makes you close your eyes in disappointment. You stand up, questioning if you should say bye to Jay or not, you take the girl’s advice into consideration. Then mentally smacking it out of your head like it was a fly buzzing around your ear. You take a step to Jay’s desk. You knock on it to get his attention but he doesn’t turn around, you frown and try again, still nothing. Now offended, you cross your arms across your chest, waiting for him to come to his senses. You sigh, “Uh-hem.” He turns around to see you standing behind him, “Oh hey,” he turns half way, scanning your figure, “Didn’t see you there, how was your first class?” You clear your throat, “It would have gone better if someone wasn’t starin’ at me the whole time.” A big grin appears on his face, “Happy to help.” You look at your shoes not wanting to make eye contact with him. His friends behind him couldn't hold their laughs. A straight face comes across your face as you look up, “To my surprise, I think I have one more class with you, so I’ll see you then.” You turn on the balls of your feet and walk towards the classroom door. Jay somehow beats you to the opening and leans against the frame, “Just wanted to ask if you were serious about ‘waiting a week’ before I can take you out?” You grip the strap of your bag, irritated, Just let me get outside and maybe I’ll tell you, you thought, “Yes, I am. Now if you would excuse me I’d like to get outside before my next class starts.” He clicks his tongue, grinning, “A whole week?” Honestly you didn’t know if you should agree or hop through the opening at his side but you give him a nod and find your courage. He raises his hands in the air as if surrendering and steps to the side. Mouthing thank you, you speed walk out into the hallway. Checking the time you only had about a minute in a half until your next class.

You were at your last class, bracing yourself for one last thing to focus on. When you walked in, Jay was sitting down in the back with his friend. He sees you and waves, you wave back. All the back seats were taken so you had to pick a middle seat, looking around the only seat not taken was the one in front of Jay, Wow. you thought. You walk down the aisle, slipping into your seat. You pull out your ipad and pen and wait for class to start. You feel a tap on your shoulder knowing full well that it was Jay. You blow a bubble with the gum you still had as you turn around. Jay leans on his desk with the help of his elbows, “How has your day been?” he gives you a look that you haven’t seen in a while, a genuine, pleased, I’m so glad to see you face. You observe his face with a smile, “It’s fine, yours?” He leans back into his chair, “ I met a really cute girl today.” You give him a fake shocked look, “Oh really? What’d she look like?” He thought about it for a second then looked back at you, “She had the most beautiful hair I have ever seen,” A flush of heat comes to your face when you hear his words. Suddenly, a high pitched-voice comes from one of Jay’s friends,“Aw! That’s adorable!” A girl sitting on a guy's lap quietly applauding at Jay’s stunning message. The guy looks at the girl, “Baby, be quiet! They’re having a moment.” As the guy mouths sorry to you, the girl covers her mouth and mouths sorry too. You look back at Jay, another rush of heat goes to your face as he smiles and leans towards you, “Don’t mind those two lovebirds, they like to shove it in everyone's faces.” You could hear them giggling from all the way over here, you roll your eyes and lean further to Jay, “I’ve never had that before, to be honest with you.” He raises an eyebrow, then it comes to his mind that you're talking about a relationship. He sees you scanning his friends, taking it all in on what a wonderful relationship could be. He brings his hand to your chin shifting your attention onto him, “Waiting for the right person, right?” he glides his thumb across your cheek before pulling away. Blushing, you lower your gaze to his desk, “Yeah but it’s something I don’t focus on very much.” You give him a smile that was questionable, you knock on his desk and turn back to the front.

Class ends with little homework so that’s good. You force your ipad and pen into your bag along with your phone and headphones. Rubbing your face because of a long day, you stand up a little dizzy. You stumble but you feel big hands hold your waist gently. “Whoa, whoa, you okay?” You can hear Jay’s voice behind you. You find your balance but his hands decide to turn you around. You place your hands on his chest, “Jay, I’m ok, just got up too fast.” Finally seeing how tall he is, you blush. To approve your statement he looks down at you, trying to keep your eyes on him. He sighs, “Alright.” Brushing his hand on your hair. You feel his hot breath as he exhales knowing that would be useful for the cold weather. You couldn’t move, you didn’t want to and he didn’t either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, jolting your eyes from his hair to his lips, Why does he look so kissable. you thought. He looks at the wall clock, grabbing your bag that was sitting on your chair, “I’ll walk you out,” You nod. He leans towards his friend before walking off, dabbing him up, “I’mma be a few minutes but wait for me, ok?” His friend nods with a concerned look then sees him walking off with you, kind of relieved but uneasy.

Holding Jay’s hand at the end of the day was something you didn’t expect. You had eyes on you from every angle walking out of school into the courtyard. You wanted to get out of there so bad that you didn’t know you were squeezing his hand, it didn’t hurt him but it was noticeable. You round the corner of the fence with Jay close behind, “I’m sorry, I just…wanted to get out of there.” Jay takes a deep breath and leans against the fence. “Attention isn’t something you get a lot of, I’m guessing.” Offensive but he was right, you give him a small nod and pull your phone out to check it. He steps closer to you, “So, what brings you to NY?” You chuckle still looking down at your phone, “My mom.” He crosses his arms across his chest, “So you are the detective’s daughter?” You finally look up, putting your phone away back in your bag, “Yeah, after the divorce…” You blink off to the side, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” Jay gently rubs your arm, “Hey, it’s ok, tell me.” You sigh in relief, “After the divorce, she got a job here. We didn’t wait a single second.” You scoff. Looking at your feet, you hesitate to speak, “I don’t even know you.” He slides his hand down to yours, bringing it to his lips, “And that’s why the date would help a lot.” You laugh as he plants a kiss on the back of your hand. Feeling his cold lips brush against you made you heat up. You’re startled by a buzz coming from your bag. Pulling your phone out, you see your mom is trying to call you, “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” He lets go of your hand and steps back, “Please, take your time.” You mouth thank you as you take a few steps away, turning away from him.

You end the call, walking back to him, “I’m sorry but I have to go.” He clicks his tongue and nods. You feel bad, walking out on him like this but your mom wanted you home for something you thought was not as important as your new friend here, “I’m really sorry-” He cupped your face, making you hold your tongue, “Stop apologizing, doll. It’s okay.” You melted in his hands, a smile tugging at your lips, “Ok, I have to go.” He slides his hands down to your neck rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, “Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” Giving him a small nod, he nods and mouths Ok. He slides his hands once more to your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. His hand runs down your arm. You both take a couple steps back looking at each other then you finally turn around to home. He watched you walk off as if it would be the last time he was going to see you, smiling, he turns around to go back to the school, My girl he thought.

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