𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. [y/n] [l/n] had to move back to southpark after leaving due to personal problems. she didn't expect to be popular in a short amount of time.
let's hope it goes well for her.
published : 28.07.2024
finished : ???
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❝ This is more than a friendship Now I made it awkward ❞
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you were able to get to class before it was full– and to your luck, none of your friends had arrived to class.
you stood by the doorway, trying to think of what to say to your teacher.
'sorry, i wasn't at school for almost one month because i got shot by my own mother and i'm going to be gone again in a few days.'
orrr..
'hey, i'm going to be here for only three days, would it be okay for me to catch up on what i missed since i got shot and was hospitalized for almost a month?'
you pursed your lips. maybe neither.
"excuse me? you're blocking the way." you flinched at the unfamiliar deep voice behind you and spun around, your [e/c] eyes meeting with a pair of red ones.
it was damien thorn. who also called himself the 'son of satan'. his eyes narrowed down at you when you only stood in your spot. you barely moved to the side– offering a small apologetic smile.
his eyes seemed to be drilling holes onto your face, and you were afraid he was going to set you on fire just like how he set the whole cafeteria on fire.
"you'll never be able to find the answers if you keep on hesitating." just one simple sentence made you freeze in shock at the sudden advice coming from a guy who claimed to be the 'son of satan'.
shit what if he was? because why the fuck was his advice low key relating to your situation right now..
you scoffed and fixed yourself, standing tall and looking natural as if everything was fine. you approached your teacher– who seemed surprised to see you.
"[y/n]?" your teacher blinked repeatedly. "it's such an honor to see you back! what is that you need?"
you fiddled with the end of your sleeves, "well, i just needed a pass to go to the counselor. i've been absent for awhile and i'm pretty sure this is my last week here too." you briefly explained.
"oh.. okay, here's a pass. safe trip, 'kay?"
you thanked your teacher for the pass and quickly left the classroom– not wanting to stay any longer in that suffocating classroom.
