Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt.3)

Another day, another slay.

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I'm sorry, please don't leave. Anywho, it seems like I might be the one getting slayed, judging by the way Travis is trying to knock my head off my neck with how hard he's staring at me. Don't you just LOVE math class?  But for real, I'm not getting any work done, and it doesn't seem like he cares one bit. Ugh, just try harder!

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"TRAVIS, LOOK AT YOUR PAPER, GODDAMMIT."

"Y/N! Go in the hall, RIGHT NOW!" the teacher screeched. I swear her face turned so purple, I genuinely thought she might have a heart attack. I stomped out of the room, making sure to bump into the kid with the horridly bleached hair. Seriously, though, I hope he got a refund.

"What on EARTH made you think you have the right to yell like that?!" she growled, clearly not bothering to have the decency to shut the classroom door and keep our "little discussion" private.

"One, Travis wouldn't stop staring at me like I just killed his dog or something- for no reason, might I add. Two, you should be asking yourself why you think YOU have the right to yell at ME," I said calmly, putting emphasis on words without raising my voice. It's rude to use outside voices with your elders, you know.

We bantered on until the bell rang, and of course, I got detention for the rest of the week- not that I minded, honestly. At least I didn't have to bump into "Truant Travis" the in the hallway. Also, if you didn't already guess, I kept calm and collected while Mrs. Whatsherface was absolutely losing her shit. It was taking way too much effort not to burst out laughing...

As soon as the teacher released me, I packed up all my stuff and meandered carelessly to the lunchroom. Oddly enough, it was only Larry, Chug, Todd, and Maple at our table. Was Sal feeling sick? I set down my lunch between Larry and Todd, ruffling Todd's gorgeous locks as I sat down.

"Hey guys, where's Sal?" I asked.

"He said he was going to try and get detention... said he heard you got it for the rest of the week," Larry snickered through bites of his paper bag lunch.

"I- AND YOU JUST LET HIM GO?!" I howled in utter disbelief, terrified of what damage he might be doing. My panic attack would have to wait for later, though, seeing as the intercom speakers  crackled, signaling an announcement was about to be given.

"Hey, Nockfell High. This is Sal Fisher. I just wanted to remind you all that the bologna served today was homemade, and crafted from only the freshest of goat meat. Please enjoy your lunches, everyone," I'm ashamed to say I was more focused his voice over the static-y intercom, instead of what he said.

"well, looks like the damage is done," Larry gave me a smug look as he sipped on my f/d.

"I can't believe you just let this happen," I groaned miserably.

"Oh, I didn't just 'let it happen.' I told him what to say!" the taller male cackled. I slammed my forehead on the table about four times before Larry pinched the top of my ear and his laughter continued. 

I didn't see Sal for the rest of the day, not that I'm surprised. He definitely got detention for the rest of the week, maybe longer. I just hope he doesn't get grounded at home because I made a stupid decision... 

Anywho, the day carried on at the pace of William Afton coming back to life as a charred skeleton in a crispy wheelchair (face it, we all know he's coming back). And as the last bell of the day rang, I begrudgingly made my way to Mrs. Packerton's classroom with my backpack slung over one shoulder. 

"C'mon, don't you have any other pace than wander?" I heard Sal's deep voice from behind me before I felt his hand rest on my head.

"C'mon, don't you have any other life goals than detention?" I shot back playfully. The boy placed the back of his hand on his forehead and dramatically acted out the five stages of grief. I laughed and poked his shoulder. 

"All right, you're gonna get us in even more trouble, thespian."

"You're the one walking slow," Sally Face reminded me.

"You're the one who made us stop for theatrical antic-" I was stopped mid-sentence as Sal poked me back. Hard. "Dude that wasn't even a poke! That was flat out ABUSE!" I cried.

Our cackling went on until we neared the doorway of our destination, where we were forced to compose ourselves (which failed miserably). I sighed and sat down next to Sal in the very back row of the classroom.

"Ahem. You two can come sit up here by me, just like Travis. No, Sal, you sit across the row there. I think you and Travis need to learn to get along better," Mrs. P's whiney voice was tearing apart my eardrums more than it was being used to communicate. Whatever, I've got bigger problems now.

As I sat in my seat, scribbling away at my homework, a crumpled piece of paper landed on my desk. I initially thought that Sal was the one who flicked it at me, but as I unfolded the piece of paper, I realized it clearly wasn't Sal's handwriting. He's got chicken scratch, this is neat print... Yikes, imagine trying to be friends with someone just because the teacher said something to you... (I'm only saying this because it's Travis, and Travis is... Well, he's Travis. Good on you if you try to be friends with people.)

I muttered a few curses under my breath and read the note. "Your walking home with me and don't bring you're boyfriend," it read. I sighed and flipped it over. "You're* also, what makes you think think I'd walk home with some random guy? I'd rather not be kidnapped xx" I wrote discreetly in my desk before giving it back. 

I went back to my homework, thinking I'd gotten him to mind his own freakin' business, but alas, such a feat has become unimaginable. Travis passed me a clean half sheet of paper not six minutes later. I read it, keeping my face perfectly blank as I read it, as I could feel the bully's eyes analyzing my every move. "I'll cut off YOUR boyfriend's hair if you don't come :)"

"Seriously dude? Creepyyyyyy! Fine though, but you gotta promise you won't try anything weird or dangerous or whatever, kay?" I passed the note back to him one final time and let him read it. He looked back up at me with a shit-eating grin and nodded. I mentally screamed in agony, and let my face relax into a frown. 

Author here! Sorry if there's a lot going on, I'm trynna build up some character development, but also get to the good stuff, y'know? ;)

Word count: 1175