||Falling in love with a ghost|| {Schlattbur highschool AU}

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WARNING: There may be a few not holy parts in this book so if they start to get a bit sussy then you can skip if you want.

Schlatt POV:

"Why can't I come to school with you?!" Wilbur shouted/pouted.

"Because it would be weird for a ghost to be following me around all day and plus my classmates will probably ask questions." I told him calmly while sifting through my cloths.

"What if I allowed you to see me but not them then could I come?"

"Wil Iv'e never heard of a ghost choosing who can and cant see them so just stop trying."

Wilbur crossed his arms in a pout and then suddenly poofed out of sight. I shook my head and smiled halfheartedly laughing at his childishness. I slid on a lavender colored hoodie and slung my backpack over my shoulder. When I walked into the living room Minx and Puffy where talking to each other and something that seemed to be invisible.

"Oh, John why aren't you letting Wilbur go to school with you?" Puffy asked.

"Because my classmates would ask weird questions as to why I have a damned ghost following me around. I told him that and he went to go sulk somewhere."

"Schlatt you realize hes right here right?" Minx asked looking slightly confused. Thats when Wil popped up out of no where, legs and arms crossed, pouting in mid air.

"What the fu-" I was utterly confused where the hell did he just come from.

"I tried you tell you." Wilbur pouted.

"Fine you can come but I swear if you show yourself to anyone without my permission your staying behind the rest of the time got it?"

---- time skip----

When Wilbur and I got to my highschool Wilbur took the advantage of not being able to be seen very seriously. Not in the way that he didn't want to be seen by others, but in the way that he would be able to mess with me all day and I wouldn't be able to say anything.

I was sitting in my History class bored as hell with my head rested on my hand when I felt some ones had ghost past my thigh. I looked down and saw Wilbur sat on the floor gazing at the documentary my teacher had playing on the smartboard. I brushed off the feeling I just had as my imagination, then I felt a hand rest its self partially on the inside of my thigh. I looked down at Wilbur again and his eyes where still glued to the screen but it was very clear that his hand was the one on my thigh. I gently nudged him trying to tell him to knock it off. He just continued staring at the smartboard and smirked as he drove his hand further up my thigh. I looked away from Wilbur and tried to concentrate on the documentary but it was increasingly hard trying not to get hard when someones thumb was pressed directly against your crotch. Wilbur started slowly gliding his hand up and down my upper and mid thigh trying to get a reaction. When he didn't get one I felt him rest his hand on my crotch and my body took a screenshot. I stiffened up but I did my best at keeping my concentration on the smartboard screen. Then the bell rung. Thank fuck for the bell. I don't know how much longer I would've been able to last.

I met Sophie on the way to our Spainish class, and It didn't make my anxiety any better when Wilbur was hanging off my shoulders looking more pissed than he was the day I met him. Sophie was blabbing on about how her best friend was cheating on her boyfriend with her ex and all that stupid girl drama that I could honestly care less about. When we where finally stood in front of our Spanish class Sophie turned towards me and crossed her arms in a pout.

"What is it." I asked her while crouching down to her level. She patted her cheek signifying she wanted a kiss. I smiled at her and went to kiss her cheek. When she deemed me to be close enough she turned her face so I kissed her on the lips. I smiled and chuckled at her. "You know if you wanted a kiss you just had to ask." I said while leaning in and kissing her on the lips. When we broke apart she grabbed my cheeks, moved my hair out my face, and kissed my forehead. I stood up straight and gently ruffled her hair as we walked into our class. Me and Sophie sat in our seats next to eachother and Wilbur sat on the edge of my desk. When the tardy bell rung our teacher began his lecture saying random things in Spanish and having students answer. Not too long after class started I noticed Wilbur glaring at a random spot on the wall with sheer hatred. I slid my hand up my desk gently touching Wilbur' s thigh. I noticed at random times Wilburs body would stiffen and he would shift his gase to a different spot closer by and continue glaring at it.
A couple minutes later Wil suddenly jumped up off the desk and attacked something invisible to my eyes and they begun beating the shit out of eachother (or I would assume that's what they where doing). I tried to focus and write notes in my notebook but it was extremely hard when a ghost and something else decided to beat the absolute fuck out of eachother mid lesson. Soon after, Wilbur returned to his original spot on my desk. I looked to my right and saw who Wil was fighting with. It was an average hight male with black hair covered by a beenie, he had a scar that rain from below his eyebrow and down to his chin. That same scar was accompanied by a large scar that seemed like a birthmark at first but clearly indicated a past explosion. He also appeared to be blind in one eye. He wore a white button up with black suspenders attached to black jeans/slacks. And if I had to be completely honest... he wore it well... very well...