The next day came sooner than anyone expected. And it wasn't a pleasant feeling. To Quackity, that is.
He yawned, having his upper body sprawled all over his desk. Man, blame melatonin for his exhaustion, stupid teenage hormones.
Soon enough, he felt someone hit his head. Quackity looked up, annoyed by it. His expressions only worsened seeing who it was.
"I guess someone here doesn't want his wallet back"
The taller sneered at him, holding Quackity's wallet in one hand while waving it a bit. Immediately, the Hispanic stood up in attempt to snatch it back.
"Give it back asshat!"
He scowled, only causing Wilbur to grin more with his hand raising.
"I don't hear a pretty please, princess"
That sentence alone made Quackity's expression twisted into disgust.
"Fuck you shit face"
He hissed, the Brit who leaned down a bit, chuckling.
"Calm down, pretty boy. I'll give you your wallet back if you don't act all like a cat who's tail got stepped on alright?"
Hearing what Wilbur called him, pink dusted on his cheeks. He only stepped down harshly on the taller's foot, Wilbur who saw it coming and stepped to the side.
"Ooh such a hissy fit, too bad I saw it coming a mile away"
He laughed, shoulders shrugging.
"I hope you trip and fall face first"
Quackity gritted his teeth, letting out a long exhale. He watched as Wilbur made a face, his hand reaching down to pat the boy's head.
"Very kind of you to say that, if you don't want your wallet back that is"
Irritated, the ravenette swatted Wilbur's hand off, giving him a glare.
"Just, please give it back"
Violent thoughts ran through Quackity's head, the only thing keeping him from strangling the Brit was his self control. Wilbur smiled a bit, he would've looked charming if it weren't for his rotten behaviour towards Quackity. He handed the boy his desired item, Quackity who quickly snatched it off.
"Where's my thank you?"
"Fuck you"
He cursed, aiming for his foot once more though the brunet had once again successfully dodged it.
"Love you too, Quacks"
A laugh was let out, Wilbur who made his way out of Quackity's class to his own.
And the Hispanic was left there standing, red on his face.
What the fuck just happened?
And so, he spent the rest of the day avoiding the tall Brit, not even knowing why he did it himself.
He hates him, yeah he absolutely despises Wilbur. He's a narcissistic bastard who torments Quackity every day.
He should hate him.
Though it didn't help with all the names Wilbur had called him.
It made him feel all funny and he doesn't like it.
He doesn't like it when his heart fluttered or when the butterflies in his stomach started to act up.
Stupid Wilbur, stupid school, stupid feelings, stupid, stupid, stupid.
Quackity gripped onto his bag, his steps getting quicker.
Until he bumped into someone.
"Sorr-"
He cut himself off realising who it was.
Of all times, OF COURSE IT HAD TO BE HIM.
"Hm? Care to finish that sentence?"
"Piss off, Wilbur Soot"
He frowned, pushing past the Brit and picked up his pace once again.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-
He genuinely thought he was going to die on that spot.
Stop acting all funny! He's a piece of shit, a good for nothing and an attention whore.
He should stop acting like a bitch in heat for once. God awful.
If Quackity actually dies one day, there's only one person to blame for it.
Wilbur fucking Soot.
A/N; uhm, anyways!
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Wrong Person, Right Person | TNT duo
Fanfiction!!Includes sexual jokes, homophobia, some slurs, and a whole load of cringe with gay!! Quackity and Wilbur hate each other, always will, never to be changed. But what happens if Wilbur texted the wrong person?
