Sallyface x Reader

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Beep, beep, beeeeep.

I sighed under my breath, rustling around in my sheets. I wasn't ready to get up, but it wasn't like I could just skip school.

I sat up and stretched my arms as wide as I could manage, hoping it would give me the energy I desperately needed.

Suddenly, the memories of Sals lips against mine rushed back, causing me to jump out of bed and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in shock, rubbing my lips with my thumb.

How? Why? Did he like me? Did he like it? What if he regretted it?

I tried my best to bottle up those thoughts, just long enough to get ready for the day. Thankfully, I managed. Something inside me had decided that wearing a skirt was the move for the day.

Unfortunately as soon as I exited my apartment and saw his face, all of those thoughts came rushing back. I was unsure on what I wanted, or if I regretted it. One thing was for sure though; it felt damn good.

I was pulled out of my overthinking by the sound of my name being called, but unfortunately not by the boy who I'd wanted it to be. Larry was calling me over.

I walked over, and greeted them both, but Sal didn't reply. He seemed on edge, or somehow... unfocused? I couldn't tell what exactly it was.

"So, Y/n... since your our designated driver now--"

"Excuse me, WHAT?"

"Well my plan was to gaslight you, but thats off of the table now. Can you pleaaaasssseeee drive us to school? Please, man."

"You couldn't have started with that?"

"Good point. Is that a yes?"

"Sure, Larry, sure."

"Well great, then what are we waiting for?"

And just like that, I now had two boys to drag along with me to school every day. How wonderful. I couldn't really complain, though. Those boys were the closest thing I'd had to friends at that point, so the least I could do is wheel them around everywhere.

Again, despite being completely unfocused, Sal still opened my door for me. Before I had just found it kind, but now it made my stomach turn in all the right ways. This was bad.

I did my normal ritual of turning everything on, rolling the windows down, and making small talk. Still, Sal had remained silent.

When we arrived to school, I patiently waited for the boys to get out. Larry happily did so, blissfully unaware of the awkward silence. However, Sal remained in his seat.

After Larry was gone and I'd turned everything in the car off, Sal looked into my eyes. "We need to talk. Can we meet before math?" He asked, honestly seeming more like a demand.

My stomach twisted at the thought of having a serious conversation about us. Clearly he'd regretted it. Maybe because he was high, maybe because we'd barely known each other. I wasn't sure. Whatever the reason was, I didn't know if I'd even want to hear it.

I merely nodded, unable to make words form. He seemed more tense then normal as he stepped out of the car, and began walking towards the entrance.

Oh, shit.

•••

Mrs. Etchenberry's class was a breeze, as there was no due assignments for me. She'd decided to do a make-up day, as most of her students had incomplete work. This was great for me, because it meant I got to take a little nap.

Eventually, the bell rang and everybody scattered out of the classroom. I'd noticed that not a single student had turned in any papers, which wasn't really surprising.

I slowly strolled over to the bathroom, thinking about the prior night. I had no idea what was going to happen, and it made me a nervous wreck. I stood infront of the sink, my eyes darting from the reflection in the mirror to the door constantly.

My mind was filled with thoughts of how awkward this was about to be. Right before I was about to exit the restroom, Sal walked in. I sighed, preparing myself for whatever he was about to do.

"I don't feel like going to class today. How do you feel about skipping?" He asked me, casually. "I have so many questions." I muttered, my face visibly concerned. "Great. I'll answer them on the way." He replied, wrapping a gentle hand around my wrist and practically dragging me out.

"Way to wheeerrrreeeee?" I complained, yet not stopping him. Secretly, I knew I'd go anywhere as long as it was with him. "Some old lake, me and my friends like to hang out there and sneak some illegal substances." He said, making sure to enunciate the last words.

"Oh- we're not.. doing that, right?" I asked, unsure. As we continued walking out of the school, he replied, "Well obviously I didn't bring weed to school. Why? Are you scared?" He asked, a playful tone rang in his voice.

"Me? Scared? Pshhh..." I whispered. It wasn't that I was scared, but I'd never smoked before. "Oookay... but I'm driving." He casually said. "Excuse me, what?" I asked, in denial. I hated letting people drive my car. "Last time I checked, you have no idea where this lake is, and I'm not giving a step by step guide." He replied, snatching my keys from my back pocket.

He went around the passenger side, and opened my door for me while I fussed. I wasn't keen to the idea of letting him crash my car, but I trusted him.

"Fine. Lead the way." I sighed. As soon as I let out those words, he started the car.