Touch. - Karlnap

Chapter eight - Hands off. - TW

A.N : here's another chapter guys !! Enjoy :)) and as promised, it's over 800 words !! :D

Ps. IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME THAT LONG YALL- WRITERS BLOCK IS THE WORST 💀

TW: !! attended assault !!

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I had just finished my last class of the day, and I was making my way into the main hall to get to my locker. My plan was to get to Dreams car at around 13:30, and it was 13:00 so naturally I texted the gc.

Hey dudes!! I'll be at your car by 13:30, yeah? :)

Dreamy
Okay!! :D cya soon Karlos !!

I smiled at the nickname, putting my headphones in. With Liar by Jake Daniels playing in the background I made my way to the lockers. I opened it, minding my own business as one should, until I felt something, or someone grab my hand and pull me into the boys bathroom.

"What the fuck?" I screech, pulling my hand back. I look up, seeing the last person I want to see. "Kyle, what the hell?" I complain. He signs, and runs his hands through his blond hair out of frustration.
"Listen, I don't know what kind of games your playing with us, but hanging out with those losers isn't gonna get you anywhere! Stop this, and just hang out with me and the gang, your real friends, today, okay?" Kyle spits. I take a deep breath. This is exactly what I expected from him.

"No, okay first of all, losers? Really? Secondly who the fuck are you to tell me who I can or can't hang out with? And lastly, I'm not "playing any games" or whatever. I'm just sick of siting around all day, and getting made fun of over everything. All my dreams being made fun of, telling me my crush wouldn't want me at all and the worst of all, taking all my money and time. Please, Kyle. If you really care about me you'd understand that this is what I see fit for me. I've known these kids since I was in kindergarten. Please, leave me be. Please."

But he had other plans.
"No. No! I won't let you hang out with them again."
"You're not my fucking mum." I spit. I turn around to leave, but Kyle grabs my shoulders, turning me so I face him. I try and get myself out of his grip but his hands don't seem to even move at all.
"You're not going anywhere."

"Is that so?" Our heads turn at the sound of a new yet familiar voice.

Sapnap.

His eyes meet mine and he kicks Kyle so hard on the leg he falls on his back. "You okay?" I nod, still in shock. "Okay, good. Go. Go to the car." I nod again and run. I run as fast as I can to Dreams car, quickly explaining what had happened to the rest of the group.
"Oh fuck, Kyle is going blind." Dream jokes.
"How are you so calm about this-?!" I whisper-shout but just then Sapnap joined me in the back.
"Go." he growls. Dream does.
"What- what happened?" I ask.
"Nothing much, just that they won't bother you again."
I sat there, stunned, for a good ten minutes until we showed up at my house.
"Hey...you guys can come in if you want? I mean it is Friday after all."
"Sure! Can we call the others over too?" George asked. I nod, enthusiastically and we all went inside.

"Listen, sap..." I say. Me and him had made our way to the kitchen to make snacks and drinks for us and the gang.
"Mhm?" he mumbles, looking up at me. Wow his eyes are really really gorgeous, oh my lord.
"Thanks for, you know..that." I smile weakly at him. "But, why?"
His smile changes to confusion.
"Why what?"
"Why did you do that?"
he chuckles softly.
"Because I've always cared about you, Karl. I always will. Seeing someone treat you like...whatever that was," he waves his hands in a gesture towards nothingness. "makes me angry, man. It pisses me the fuck off when people treat my friends that way." I smile at him again and then look at his feet. I look up again, wide eyed.
"haphephobia." I say. He again, looks at me confused. "You- you touched him, didn't you? Are you okay?" I whisper. He smiles that million dollar smile again and shakes his head.
"No, no I didn't make skin to skin contact with him. I'm okay."
"Oh, oh, okay." I sigh, relieved.
He takes the snack plate and says;
"Let's go, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah you go ahead, I'll be there in a minute."
"You okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah, don't worry." with the look of concern not leaving his face he makes his way to the living room.

I took his favorite drink, cola lemon, out of the fridge and made him a mall plate of snacks that I know he likes, just for him.