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Nightmare was sitting on his usual table with his group. They were talking about something he didn't care about, Anime? He wasn't interested. Nightmare scanned the cafeteria out of boredom (not to look for Cross) and his eye fell on Heather. Ughhhh.
She was heading towards... Oh sh!t. Cross.
Nightmare was sitting close enough to listen, but not close enough to interfere, or else all eyes would be on him. Heather placed a hand on Cross shoulder, without looking Cross slapped it away. Nightmare clenched his fists.
"Don't be so salty-" Heather was cut off by a very obvious fake sneeze. Cross wrote on some paper and showed it to her, without making eye contact the whole time. She read it, yelled in frustration and stormed off.
Later when everyone was outside for recess, Nightmare had approached Cross, before making sure no attention would be drawn to Cross, of course.
"Heather seemed pretty pissed. The hell did you do?" Cross pulled out his notebook and flipped to a page, he didn't erase what he told Heather. Cross showed it to Nightmare.
The paper read, 'Sorry, I'm allergic to sh!t.'
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Under The Mask
FanfictionMasks. Cross knew all about masks. He's been wearing several for as long as he can remember. He won't let his mask slip. Not now. Not ever. One of his classmates -the most feared in the school- thinks otherwise. Ships: crossmare, errorink, kreme, ho...
