“Oh look, it’s Y/N and Dave—the iconic duo,” Leonard sneered from across the hallway. He was with a group of guys, including Michael, smirking like they owned the place.
Dave rolled his eyes, annoyed. I gave him a gentle pinch on the arm to calm him down, then gestured toward our seats as a way of saying, Ignore them. We walked away, not giving them any more attention.
As I placed my bag on the desk, Michael suddenly slapped his palm down on it, blocking my way.
“Hello, beautiful. Missed me?” he said, his voice low and greasy. “I’ve been waiting for you to visit my place again, but Ziah’s been clinging to me like glue. Couldn’t get a moment to see you.”
He reached out and touched a strand of my hair, twirling it in his fingers.
I immediately pulled back, yanking my hair away from him.
“Feisty, huh? I like it.” He licked his bottom lip, his eyes trailing over me like I was something to own.
I was just about to snap back at him when Dave stepped in.
“Hey Michael, maybe back off? She already has a boyfriend,” Dave said firmly.
Michael blinked, stunned, then narrowed his eyes at me.
“Is that true, Y/N?” He stepped closer, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. His friend chuckled nervously, trying to brush it off.
“Mikey, take it easy, man. She’s just a girl,” he said.
Michael swatted his friend’s hand away. “Shut the hell up.”
I stayed silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But Dave wasn’t having it.
He pushed Michael away from me—not hard enough to knock him down, but enough to make a statement. Michael stumbled, and his friends moved quickly to steady him.
“What the—? You wanna fight, you little gay freak?” Michael snarled. “You want me to mess you up?”
Dave clenched his fists, ready to swing, but held back. He looked Michael dead in the eyes.
“If I were gay, I’d still have more respect for women than you do.”
That hit a nerve. Michael’s face turned a dangerous shade of red. He raised a fist—but one of his friends grabbed his arm.
“Dude, stop! The professor’s coming!” he whispered harshly.
The classroom snapped back into order as the teacher walked in, and everyone hurried to their seats. Michael shot us both a death glare before he sat down.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for us to hear.
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[Break Time]
Dave and I made our way to the cafeteria. He let me grab a table while he went to stand in line for food. As I waited, my phone buzzed—it was Alex.
My heart jumped a little as I answered.
“Hi Alex?”
“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” His voice was warm, but tired.
“I’m fine. You sound a little drained, are you okay?”
He chuckled. “No, no, I’m alright—what the he—”
I heard a rustle of commotion on his end, like he was trying to keep something from being heard.
“Y/N, I’ll call you back, okay? Something just came up. Bye for now.”
The call ended abruptly.
I stared at my screen, confused, but smiled. I hope he’s okay...
Dave returned and handed me my food. “So? Was that Qu—” He caught himself. “I mean… was that him?”
I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, he was just checking in on me. But the call ended weirdly. I don’t know what happened.”
Dave frowned slightly. “Hm. Sounds suspicious, but hopefully nothing bad. Just be careful, alright?”
I nodded. “Always.”
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[After School]
Classes finally ended. Dave and I walked to the parking lot together.
“Oh shoot—I left my book in the classroom. Wait for me here, alright?” Dave said before jogging back toward the building.
I nodded, leaning against the railing. That’s when I heard a cluster of murmurs and whispers near the front gate. Curious, I peeked over.
There was a crowd forming.
What’s going on? I thought. Did someone famous show up?
As I stepped closer, someone grabbed my shoulder—hard. I flinched and turned.
It was Michael.
He had a wild look in his eyes, but his smile was forced, unsettling.
“So, it’s true, huh? You’ve got a boyfriend now?” His voice was laced with anger.
I blinked at him, trying to stay calm. “And what if I do?”
His face darkened. “Then break up with him.” He gripped my arm tighter.
I tried to wriggle free. “Let go of me!”
Suddenly, another hand grabbed my other arm, pulling me back—firmly but safely.
“Let go of my girlfriend.” The voice was calm, cold, and familiar.
Michael’s eyes widened. “Who the hell are you?!”
Before he could swing, Dave reappeared and grabbed Michael’s wrist. “Back off, psycho.”
The man holding me turned his head.
It was him.
Quackity.
Wearing a black mask and sunglasses, almost unrecognizable—but I knew it was him. His presence said everything.
Michael looked stunned, trying to piece it all together. “This guy? Really?!”
But Quackity didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled me closer and guided me through the crowd, where an expensive black car was parked at the curb.
He opened the door, and we got in.
Inside, two familiar faces turned to us from the front seats—George and Clay.
George gave me a subtle smile through the rearview mirror, while Clay, better known as Dream, simply nodded.
“You good, Y/N?” George asked.
I nodded slowly, still trying to catch up with what was happening. Quackity leaned back in his seat beside me, his hand gently brushing against mine.
He said nothing, but his silence told me everything I needed to know.
He was here now.
And he wasn’t letting anyone hurt me ever again.
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I Can't Move On || Quackity x Reader (Fanfic 2)
Fanfiction(Character x reader) 2 "You seriously the Ex of the famous gamer Quackity?" - Do you still love him? "yes i can't move on" You and him started as a childhood friend you and him lost a path together but also the destiny meet you and him again but a...
