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Kenith is being a bitch again in this chapter. Please skip is S/a is uncomfy for you.
{Y/n Pov}
Around 30 minutes later, Kennith waltzes in with a hall monitor following him closely. She crosses her boney arms, wrinkly skin loosely hanging from them. "I found him behind the school again." She sweeps some of her creamy white locks behind her ears. Her hair is short and bluntly cut; and her skin is a fake orange. She's wearing exercise attire that advertises the track club. "Again?" Mr Caulstine asks. I feel my heart drop to my stomach as Kennith smirks silently-- staring in my direction. I look down, filling out the rest of my notes.
Mr Caulstine wipes his balding forehead "Detention for a week." He mutters as he continues to write notes on the chalkboard. Kennith chuckles, sluggishly walking to his seat. Again, he's my lab partner. He sits besides me, purposely causing a ruckus. I stay silent. Its not silent in the room though. Silent whispers of conversations and giggles echo throughout the room. Kennith converses with the people around us. I just feel gross. I don't want him near me. I don't want to hear his stupid voice ever again. I don't want to feel his stupid hands on my body ever again. I never want to see his stupid face ever again. I feel myself get tense, the ability to breathe calmly diminishing.
I feel my hands shaking uncontrollably. He wraps his arm around my shoulder. Get off. "Hey fag, you wouldn't mind giving me your notes would you?" I look up, looking for someone. Something. Everyone can see us. Someone needs to step in. Do something. Mr Calstine is looking right at me. Glaring. He isn't going to do anything. "Well?" I don't respond. He is met with uncomfortable silence. "Come on..you're not mad at me are you?" He chuckles.
"Don't touch me." I spat quietly. He snatches the notebook. "Why does your handwriting look like that?" He ignores my words entirely. I start to peel his arm off of me.
He clenches it. "Don't. touch. Me." I repeat. "How do you even read this?" He turns away from me, his hand traveling down to my thigh. I tense. "Hey guys lo-" I cut off his words by standing, violently pushing him off me. "I said GET OFF OF ME." The room goes silent. He's now on the floor. Everyone is looking at me.

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FanfictionEdit: This ended up being a bit of a phycological horror; which was not originally intended. Viewer discretion is advised. Includes: S/a Abuse Slurs probably more. ----------------------- Takes place a place with place idk. somewhere. use your ima...