HermitCraft storydump

First Impressions

SCHOOL AU

(edits / rewrite 03/07/2024)

TW: BULLYING & UNWANTED/NON-CONSENSUAL TOUCHES/ACTIONS

(i was feeling a bit angsty, yknow?)

Just FYI

Regular: Story

Italics: Thoughts or writing/notes left by characters

Bold Italics: Sound Effects

(Bold In Parentheses) = My thoughts/edits on the original story

Bold & Underline = Title or POV switch

Auto-correct is both my lord and savior and my mortal enemy that I have sworn to destroy

All hail (╯˘ -˘ )╯

POV: Bdubs

"Ugh, oh my void, finallyyyy!!" I huff proudly, stepping back to admire my shockingly clean locker. It didn't help that the school refused to fix my locker after the shelf broke causing me to have to borrow a drill from the carpentry club. I grin to myself, trying to tuck any straggling hairs back into my beloved bandana.

"Well, look who it is!" I flinch, startled momentarily.

Well, sh*t.

I close my locker harder than I intended to, "What the hell do you want now?"

"I'm just here for the money ya owe me~!" He said in a singsong voice, blinking mockingly like a spoiled brat trying to get what they wanted from daddy dearest.

I don't turn around, hoping he'll just leave me alone if I'm ignorant enough.

"You know refusing isn't an option." His voices lowers and I shiver uncomfortably. Even with my back turned, I can tell he's smiling that malicious grin of his that I wish I could just slap off his smug little face. He's taller then me, but only by a few inches, a fact he can't seem to stop gloating about each time he pesters me. I hear him step until he's right behind me, his breath on my neck. Please, dear void, please let him get away from me, dear f**king void-

I feel my breath quicken and my heart rate spike as he leans in close. "Well, Bdubs~?"

"I-" My voice cracks a little and I hear him chuckle. He's laughing at me. I feel hot tears prick my eyes but a sudden surge of determination refuses to let them fall. "Get away from me..." I mumble.

"Ya know, it's rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you." He grabs me, forcefully spinning me around so I'm facing him directly. His followers are gathered around us like a group of sports fans watching a game on television, snickering at every little snide comment he makes towards me like he's the funniest man of the century, hell, millennia. My breath hitches, as I'm aggressively shoved against the locker, Thomas hovering over my lips like a deprived--well--something. "Looks like little B-Double-O needs to be taught a lesson, hm~?"

"N-No! Sto-" I can feel the tears begin to fall as he yet again drove forward, forcing his lips onto mine.

I take a step backwards, my back almost touching the locker.

"..."

He steps forward again, shoving me against the locker, surprising me.