The Chronicles Of SallyFace

New girl p.3

(YESS this one is going to have Melanie Martinez lyrics from, "Highschool Sweetheart." But in convo form. As usual all rights of these lyrics go to the immensely talented, beautiful Melanie Martinez.)

Tw: Ableism, Bullying, Forced intimacy (nothing explicit)

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As Sal and Y/n left the bathroom, they knew anything was possible at this point, that Y/n could show up unscathed to Sal's house or they could be helplessly dragging themselves there. Sal's grip unconsciously got tighter around their hand and they noticed it. "I'll be ok." Sal looks at their hands and then at them intensely, "I -I know..it's just..I don't like what she's might say." Y/n arched their brow curious but Sal shakes his head, "It's not mine to tell."

He didn't even believe the words as they left his mouth, 'not his to tell?'
Why was he protecting Billie?
"Because I'm not as bad as her." He breathes. "What?" Sal turns his head up again, realizing he actually said that out loud. "Nothing." He pulls them into a final hug, which Y/n gladly accepts. They internally smirk at they fact that he's slightly on his tippy toes and smile. "Whatt?"
They quickly wipe their smile off their face, "nothing. Shorty."
Sal glares at them and quickly let's go to turn down the hall.

"I'll see you!"
"ILL BE THERE."
"I LOVE YOU."
"SAL YOU'RE GETTING TOO FAR FROM THE HALLL"
"I LOVE YOU TOO THO!"
"HAHA! DONT DIEEE"
"I WONT!"

Y/n turned the moment their bf did, making sure he did so first though.
Their hands were sweating and your heart was in your throat, hammering through. Your chest and throat suddenly burned as you realized that you were on your own now..
Ready to face Billie.
No..NOT ready, clearly not ready.
Billie was going to attack you like she did Sal right?
Of maybe she wasn't...what was it Sal was trying to warn you about..?

"Y/n." Billie's face was red and not just from blood. It looked like she'd been building up the courage to talk to you too. Her face had random bandages littered on it and a bruise on her throat. Maybe you underestimated Sal. Alot.
"Hey..Billie."
She walked closer to you , her Blonde and colored ponytail swinging, her vivid green eyes wide. "Can we go somewhere..private?" She asked.
Your felt slightly alarmed by the question but nodded.
"I'm not gonna go off and hurt you if that's what you're thinking." Billie said glancing at Y/n's hands which were curled into fists. They intentionally realesed them and smiled, "yeah um..me too. Sorry."
Billie started to walk towards the bathroom, you just came out of. You internally winced and followed her in.

You were both on the floor of the stall, again, for you. Billie was nervously tapping her hands on the gross tile, and you were nervously picking a strand of your hair. "Should.. should I start or do you wanna start?" Billie stammers. "Um me." Billie nodded and waited for you to start as your took a big breathe of hair.
"Billie...why did you start a fight with Sal?" Billie coiled into herself, "I know It sounds pretty bad right? It's the first day I met him and I beat the poor little guy up." You ,once again, internally cringe at the words  , 'poor and little' being used to describe Sal. Sure he was little but never pathetic or poor.
"Why'd you call him those words?" Billie sighs, "It's true is it not?" You felt your anger being to start simmering again but you took a calm breathe letting it die. "Billie. Yes Sal is disabled. We know that, He knows that. But what makes you think you get to call him such horrible terms?" Billie's mouth goes wide, "I didn't think. Ok? I'm sorry. It's just I wanted him to leave so bad, so I wasn't thinking clearly Y/n."
You frown but get cut off before you can speak more.

"This is THE guy. The guy you would say you missed at every sleepover we had, the guy who left his skateboard at your house and you polished it EVERYDAY, the guy who you defended to the death. The guy who you cried about on those car rides we took.
The guy you're so helplessly in love with." 
You just gap in shock, your face slightly red.
"I wasn't that guy. Ok? I'm NOT . I'm Billie, the loud funny one who was there for you at every waking moment you needed me but, I'm not Sal. I'm me, and I think you need me more than you think. I... I'm the 3rd wheel don't you get it Y/n?!"
She was red in the face and her volume had raised drastically.
You didn't know what to say you were in shock..she wasn't saying what you think she's saying..