Unexpected [Salvis]

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Friday - November 15th, 1996

"Either someone is really dedicated to this shitty joke, or someone really does have a thing for you." Larry spoke up, standing beside Sal waiting for him to get his books so they could go to class. 

It's been almost two weeks and Sal has consistently been finding love notes in his locker. Everyday a new one. Never signed and never directly addressed to the blue haired boy. It's actually kind of starting to get annoying. 

He just either wanted the writer of said notes to just come out and admit it was some sick joke or find out who his secret admirer was. Sal was actually beginning to figure he had a secret admirer, with how detailed and sincere the notes were. 

Sal hadn't found out much about the writer as the notes were never signed and barely gave any clues as to who it could possibly be. But there was still enough for Sal to try and piece together who was writing these notes. He had some sort of list in his mind, slowly growing with each note he's gotten. 

- Whoever is writing the notes is a boy 

- They are ashamed in being homosexual 

- They somewhat mistreated the bluenette 

- They were afraid of their father finding about his homosexuality 

- Whoever writing does not have the best handwriting 

- The paper the writer uses seems to be from an old notebook 

Again, this was not a lot of information, and surely not enough for Sal. He just needed a little bit more, a more specific clue. Something to nudge him in the right direction. But alas, it seems it may be a bit until he gets something more specific.

As the bluenette walked into his 5th period, history and social studies, he noticed a visibly nervous tall blond haired boy sitting in the front. Which surprised Sal as Travis has been frequently been late to every class he had with Blondie. 

Apparently Sal was maybe staring a little too long at Travis while walking to his seat, as Travis spoke up trying to get the blue haired boy's prying eyes off him 

"What are you staring at, freak?" Travis spat out, almost hesitating on the insult.

Sal just ignored him and walked to his seat, not wanting to push the interaction any farther in case it ended up with Sal getting beat up. 

Once the boy sat down, he tried to inconspicuously analyze the tall boy sitting further down the row of seats, taking note of how nervous he looked, and the new bruises on his cheek. Sal couldn't help but wonder how he never failed to show up to school with a new injury. Wondering if it was something happening at home. After all, there was some rumors going around during sophomore year last year that Kenneth Phelps, Travis' father and a preacher, beat his son. Although those rumors seemed to stop as soon as they started, for whatever reason. 

As Sal kept analyzing Travis he started to really notice details about the boy, never really getting to normally. How his dark brown, almost black, eyes had forming eye bags underneath, his angular dark eyebrows, the faint freckles that scattered his face, the dark roots poking up from his otherwise blond hair. Sal figured he must've bleached it, looks kinda cool. 

The more Sal stared at Travis, the more he realized that the Blondie didn't look all that bad, other than the obvious bruises that plagued the boy, Travis was pretty attractive- to Sal's standards. Wait- 

Oh no. 

Shit. 

No...right? 

That's not right. 

As soon as the thought came to Sal's mind, it plagued him. Sal looked away and to the chalkboard, hoping to focus on literally anything other than Travis. Much to Sal's dismay, it didn't. He could actually feel his face- or what's left of it, heat up. Wanting to get a slight break from class and just a minute for him to actually think, he left to go to the bathroom. 

After checking the bathroom for any signs of human life, he took off his prosthetic, carefully balancing it on the sink, allowing him to rinse his face. Sal avoided looking at his reflection, not wanting to get lost in it and losing track of time. 

After many minutes of Sal trying to figure out whatever emotion he was feeling and trying to at least somewhat get his thoughts straight, he clipped his prosthetic back on and walked back to class. Checking one of the clocks in the hallways he found he only had about 10 minutes left of class. Guess he lost track of time anyways. 

Walking back into class, he was immediately met with the eyes of Travis. They held eye contact for approximately half a second before Travis looked away nervously. What's gotten into him? 

The rest of class passed by in an instant. Before Sal knew it, he was packing up as the harsh bell ringed throughout the school. While grabbing his books and pencil case, he noticed a folded piece of paper in the pages of one of his history books, immediately recognizing the paper material as the same as the notes he's been finding for almost two weeks. 

Whoever is his secret admirer is shares this class with the bluenette. Interesting. 

Sal didn't have much time to think about it as he needed to get to his next period. Shoving the note in his pocket to read later and stacking his stuff to be put back into his locker. Kinda excited to read the note this time knowing that there will be a much better chance to figure out who's been writing these notes all this time. 

An oh so very small part of a now awakened piece of the blue haired boy's mind silently wished it was Travis who was writing the notes. 

[A/N: sorry for the shorter chapter!!! It's currently 2 am and I just needed this chapter done 😭 I swear sum more entertaining stuff will happen next chapter!]