Y/N Slander

Chapter 12

(Author's Note: I am in no way a good writer. I sucked at English class. I was nearly kicked out. I don't want to be a writer, I never have. Enjoy this shit. Not proof read but I don't really care.)

As those two were... taking? Flirting? I glanced out the window, taking in the scenery. As my eyes lowered onto the ground, I saw... no way... is that...?

My sapphire and amethyst orbs widened as my pupils shrunk to adapt to the brightness streaming in from the crystal-like glass. I took in the sight of the campus; a colony of ant-sized humans scurring around on the peridot grass and sooty concrete. The sunshine dancing between the trees and bushes, illuminating shivelight onto the foliage and living souls of those both innocent and damned. Upon surveying through those who attend this place, my eyes fixated on a countenance which I saw familiarity in. But it couldn't be, could it? I mean, I was inside that chrysalis for how many years? Surely he must've been dead by now.

I turned my gaze back towards the roommates. The bolder of the two making her way towards the soft-spoken of the two, pinning her to the wall, fingers caressing the other's chin; cerulean orbs darting between the latter's amber orbs and prominent, glossy lips. Feeling as though I outstayed my welcome, I bid the... friends(?) farewell and sped out of the room, traveling as fast as my petite legs could carry me; bumping into a few students, tumbling beyond fore as my center of gravity failed me dispite the extra balancing mechanism that had been a topic of abuse and ridicule.

Upon making it outside, my orbs darted around in hopes of catching a glimpse of the familiar stranger my heart and mind fixated on. Flashes of the shuttering feeling that claimed my body as I recalled the moments when that intimidating presences would bash my figure into walls or lockers only to call me a pathetic pup. As I frantically searched, I spotted the cobalt hair that I was eerily accustomed to after many harsh encounters. With hesitant steps, I began my pace again, my thoughts within a daze as moments of my past replayed before my eyes.

"So close... Just a little more," I thought to myself as I reached out to the 9'0 stature. My trembling mitts reaching out and tugging on the hoodie of the man's.

"U-Um... E-Excuse me..." My voice wavered as nausea tried to consume my being. "H-H-Hey... u-um... do... do you, u-u-uh, kn-know of a, um..., J-Jazzon Bl-Blues?" I could barely get my words out as my mind raced and blurred together evocations, wishful thinking, and self-deprecations.

The mountain of muscles, those that rippled and flexed as he turned around to meet my longing orbs.

"Um... Who the hell are you?" Shit... I had forgotten all about that deep, sultry voice that always made my legs tremble as everyone at my old school swooned.

"Wh-What? Wh-What are y-you saying? D-... Don't you r-r-remember me...?" I asked, holding onto the thread of a chance that Jazzon still remembered me and all of our shitty moments together. Sure, they were bad but they were ours. "J-Jazzon, pl-pl-please! I-It's me, Y/N! We- We went t-to college t-t-together! Y-You know, th-th-the p-pup i-in school." I felt the world turn to gray as I desperately scrambled to find something that fit. Something to reconnect with Jazzon, my Jazzon. I hadn't even come to the realization that I had been crying until I felt big, rough, clammy hands (Yes, I mean clammy) touch my cheek and wipe the tears that evacuated my orbs.

"...Queen never cry-"

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"...Crying isn't a good look on you, Pup." That... voice... that unfamiliar voice. A voice not filled with distain or taught but instead a compassionate and tender voice. While tender and warm, a feeling I had not experienced during my time of living, it was still alien. Too uncomfortable for me to enjoy. This... this isn't right. None of this is correct. Why? Why is he acting like this? Why is he looking at me with such a tender gaze? Why must the caress of a warm blanket feel like a caress of knives?! Why are you even looking at me like that?! Why would you want to? Just who the fuck are you and what have you done to the man who's treatment could remind me of my parents?! A treatment that I had grown to expect and find comfort in! A treatment that I felt was only fitting for a creature like me!

I... I can't do this... I can't continue with this imposter. As anxiety clouded my thoughts, I couldn't even catch myself taking steps back before sprinting off into the woods yet again...

~Stuttering Count~
This Chapter: 29
Total: 424