Under The Mask

Chapter ten: Heather, Moonlight Embrace

3 208 words... wow
Also, TW swearing

Heather

Cross pocketed the phone. He knew what he did was wrong, and could get him in all sorts of trouble; but he had no choice. He needed the money for Chara.

Cross turned the corner and pushed open the cafeteria doors, his heterochronic eyes scanned the large hall. There she was. Heather Fellards.

Cross slightly walked over to her. She nearly jumped and dropped her phone. She was probably using the camera to fix her hair or something. Cross didn't care.

"Watch where your- oh! Hey Cross."

He pulled out the stolen phone, a small piece of paper on it with its password written.

"Oh! Cross, I'm glad you could do the job~." Her voice was high-pitched and annoying. Cross sneered at the sound. Cross pulled out a paper.

"Just give me the money", was written down.

"Sorry, I don't have the money, but I can reward you like this~" She stood up and grabbed Cross' face. Before he could process anything, she pulled him down into a kiss. Cross gagged and tried to pull away, but Heather had a death grip on his head. He looked up. Other people were looking, mummering, and snapping photos. He looked over to Nightmare's table.

Nightmare was staring right at him with an unreadable expression.

Soon enough, Heather let go. Cross retracted immediately. He looked at her with pure rage. The sides of his right eye were slowly turning black, his pupil slowly morphing into a target shape. "You're disgusting." His voice was low and in a near growl.

Heather was shocked. "You're not mute! Also, disgusting!? You should be grateful that you ever got kissed in your life! You're just some weirdo."

Cross restrained himself from slapping the bitch clean across her ugly face. He stormed off, his hands gripped shut.

Nightmare looked at the scene in horror. Cross liked. . . Heather? So, he's. . . straight. . . It hurt him badly. He hated the thought, but he had just witnessed it. He turned back to his food. He was gonna kill that bitch.

The rest of the school day went by with Nightmare glaring at the ground.

Nightmare looked at the picture. One of Heather's friends had taken it and sent it to her. She posted it on Twitter with the caption. "Got a new cutie~" Nightmare's visible eye burned with disgust, jealousy, and rage. He threw his phone across the room.

"That damned bitch! How can I get back at her?"

He went through multiple plans, but there was one in particular. Her Diary, her secrets, and blackmail. Sure, it was messed up, but hey, you don't mess with Nightmare, also known as the school king! He knew just about everyone's addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers, etc. There were only a few people (like Cross) who he didn't know much of.

He went through his list of addresses and found Heather's. He'd drop by at nighttime and steal some of her stuff. Stuff that could be used against her. He grinned evilly and stuffed the list back under his bed.

He wanted to make sure that Cross was his and his alone.

Then, something hit him. If Cross is straight, how would he get him to like him back? His heart hurt. Does he really like girls? Nightmare could be very charismatic, but couldn't change someone's sexuality. He sighed and turned in bed. If Cross found out, would he hate him? He groaned in frustration. Love is hard.

He sat up. That shouldn't be his current concern. He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Dream looked over. "Where are you going at this hour?"

Nightmare shot him a solemn look. "They kissed someone else."