1/7/21 | 3k words
-Wilbur-
He puts his hand on my wrist, making me release my own hold on his hand and jerk away. Hes staring at me blankly, I can't meet his eye. My shaky hands release him.
"I'm sorry." I mummered.
"Oh. Um. Yeah no problem-"
"-for yelling at you yesterday." He looks at me a little dumbfounded. I feel sweaty.
"Uh." He hesitates, trying to read my expression. I cringe a bit, I feel like I might fucking die. This is so stupid.
"It was unnecessary. I don't actually think you'd want to sex up my brother."
"Ok."
What do we do now? Hug? Kiss? Exchange contact info?? Im not actually very remorseful of my treatment towards Jonathan (although, I get get behind why one may see why that encounter was unnecessary.) I wasn't going to apologize in the first place, if my father hadn't been lingering in the doorway as I yell at my infant brothers new friend I probably wouldn've had to either. (I did end up telling my dad I hit him, leaving out a few key details that in hindsight could've saved my ass from alot of disappointment.)
"What?" I scowl "does my apology not satisfy you? Well ex-fucking-cuse me. I didn't even WANT to apologize my da-"
"Oh my fucking god." He brings up a hand to massage the bridge of his nose, groaning quietly while doing so. It takes him a few moments, I go silent. I think I might be blushing from embarrassment "What is your problem."
This question hits me harder than it should "I dont have a problem."
He laughs.
My face contorts.
"Okay." He gives me a grin before leaving, I feel the need to shout at him as he goes but I miss my chance.
Why did he smile at me?
Why did he fucking smile at me?
I feel my fathers hand slap me on the back once I slump onto the kitchen stool.
" 'Atta boy." He says while passing. I sulk.
My eyes are glued on my feet, my hands placed on the seat between my legs as I hunch over a bit. I feel sick, I might vomit. I don't know why I feel so sick, disgusted. Disgusted in myself? Or-- just disgusted by that little fucking RAT Jonathan. Yeah. Thats probably it, I wonder what shenanigans he and his group will get up to tomorrow to ruin my day.
The stool next to be squeaks.
"Hi Wilbur." Tubbo is next to me now, the little lad is just staring at me.
"Sup." I say, giving him a curt nod.
He looks down at the table, taking a moment to involuntarily shrug, he makes a little squeak.
"Why do you not like Schlatt?" Tubbo looks up at me again.
Tubbos a smart kid, extremely quiet but smart. I don't particularly like the idea of Tubbo watching me angst about he-who-shall-not-be-named though. Tubbos awfully good at picking up on things and just-- I guess thinking in general. Maybe thats just how all first graders function and Tommy is just dumb.
"I adore Schlatt." I say simply.
"Tommy told me you we're very mean to him yesterday." Tubbo only knows this because Tommy, in tears, demanded dads phone to call Tubbos mum to tell him what had happend.
" 'An you just grabbed him. Why did you do that?" Tubbo gives a quick glance to the down the hall as though he could see the scene again.
"Schlatt is not very nice and I do not think any sibling of mine should talk to him."
