Senior!Scotland x Sophmore!Reader-She's a Rebel

Senior!Scotland x Sophmore!Reader- She’s A Rebel
Chapter  1
Crash! The coffee mug in y/n’s mom’s hand shattered to the ground by her feet. “Don’t you ever say you hate Daniel again,” her mom snarled.
Y/n didn’t say anything, just grabbed her bag and left for school. She had simply muttered that she hated her step-dad and her mom exploded. Daniel always ignored or picked on y/n since they had met in 3rd grade.
“Hey, y/n!” she heard Lovino call her name. He was the only one who would talk to her, he could see behind her constant frown and blasting music and would bring out an occasional smile.
“Hi Lovino, how’s it going?” she replied.
“Fine, just another normal day. Where’d you get that cut from?” he asked, slightly worried.
She looked down at the cut she hadn’t noticed, because of her anger, by her ankle, “just another fight…my mom broke a coffee pot.”
He nodded as they had to separate for classes.
1st period, y/n was sitting by herself at the two-person lab table in the back of the room. She was still only a sophmore, but was in a senior scinece class.
The teacher came in with a tall, tan, and read-headed guy who was probably a new student. Y/n wasn’t interested until she heard her name and caught a finger pointing in her direction out of the corner of her eye.
They walked towards her so she looked at the teacher but didn’t remove her headphones or take her feet off the table. When the two stood in front of her she slowly shut her music off and sat normally, “yes?”
“Y/n this is Allistair Kirkland. I’ll have him sit with you since there’s no other seats,” the teacher explained.
The teacher left so she put her music back on and continued to daydream until Allistair said something. “What?” she asked.
(I’m going to attempt his accent based on other stories I’ve seen, comment please if you have any corrections/suggestions)
“What’s yer name?” he asked and she recgonized a Scottish accent.
“Y/n. I’m a sophmore so this is the only class I have with you,” she replied.
“A smart one then,” he said in a slightly mocking tone and y/n just shrugged.
The teacher started talking, but right before y/n thought she wouldn’t have to deal with Allistair too much, a group project was assigned. At the end of class she turned towards him, “can we just get this done fast at your house today?”
“Fine,” he seemed aggravated or disappointed but she just walked away after getting his address.
~time skip to his house~
Y/n rang the bell and a little boy opened the door, “are you here for the project with Allistair?”
“Yeah,” she tried to be nice as the little blonde boy led her to an empty room that had supplies on the floor and Allistair was sitting, cross-legged, waiting for her. Y/n sat in front of him ant took out the supplies she had bought.
“Where’d ya get t’e money?” he asked.
“I have a job, I’m not a lazy-ass,” she was offended by his comment.
“Calm down, I’m jest tryin’ t’e figure out what type a’ lass ya are,” he replied.
Y/n huffed, “let’s just finish this thing.”
-more to come-