The jocks stared at disgust as PJ held Fresh close protectively. He didn't want to risk anyone near his boyfriend. PJ tried to explain why he chose Fresh. Their glares darkened and the air seemed to tense more.
"What about the cheerleaders?" SF suggested with spite in his voice, "they all fawn for you! And you chose...this?!" He gestured to Fresh who sunk into PJ more.
"There's others they can go for. This isn't a debate. Fresh is mine and anyone who tried to harm him will go through ME." PJ seethed. Many monsters there wouldn't dare....but some would.
"He's weak PJ. He's poor, low class, and god forbid he's ever on your team in dodgeball." He continued to argue back.
"He's smart and that's more than I can say for you SF. What was your GPA last year? 1.5? Doesn't matter how skilled you are at basketball no one will want something that stupid." PJ snapped back. He didn't realize that Fresh was poor though. 'Does his parents not have a stable income?' He wondered before coming back to the issue at hand.
A few of the monsters begun to disperse as it was evident PJ and SF weren't going to knock knuckles wit each other. It wasn't much long after that the bell for lunch to end rang. Still fuming PJ began to walk away with Fresh. SF glaring at their backs. It wasn't till they reached the lunchroom doors that a tray of spaghetti was sent through the air hitting the lovers in the back.
PJ whirled around, "WHO WAS IT?!" He assumed SF but he was no where to be found. After a few angry glances as other suspected members Fresh gently tugged at PJ's sleeve.
"Let's just l..leave." Fresh said quietly. All to accepting of what just happened. That irritated PJ more but he obliged.
"Okay lets go get cleaned up first." He sighed the both going to boys restroom to wash the food from their shirts. PJ slammed the door open and pulled off his shirt. Fresh blushed and turned away out of embarrassment. 'No, not the time!' He patted his cheeks and walked after PJ to the sinks. Fresh dropped his book bag to the ground and undid his suspenders cleaning the one band that had gotten a bit messy. Taking off his shirt, unlike PJ, having an under shirt on. Washing it the cold water.
PJ scrubbed angrily at his shirt. Never has this happened to him. He's normally the one to do these things. The stain on his shirt evident despite the cleaning. He sighed his exposed ribs expanding and contracting in slow methodical breaths to calm down. He took the shirt to the hand dryer and let it blow in the hot air.
Fresh focused on his shirt too embarrassed to look at PJ. Drying it next to PJs afterwards. The bell rang for class to start and he groaned internally. He didn't like to miss class but since he didn't make it a habit the teachers were forgiving towards him. He went back to his book bag and put away the soiled shirt and pulled out his spare.
"Do you always pack extra clothes?" PJ asked curiously as he continued to dry his.
"No b..but because of the s...situation I figured this would happen." He said quietly as he squirmed into his clean shirt and repositioning his suspenders.
PJ threw his shirt back on while in thought. "Does this happen often?" He asked while thinking to himself, 'I have my jersey in my locker. I'll just wear that to cover the stain.'
"More times than I'd l..like" Fresh admitted softly putting his book bag back over his shoulder. Next class was gym. He wasn't excited. "No one is in the halls so I'll just hurry to class. I'll, umm...see you later."
PJ stopped him before he hurried out and gave the skimpy skeleton a kiss. Chuckling at how flustered his face got. "Be safe." He told the nerd before he scurried our the door. PJ deciding to skip class.
-class time skip-
It wasn't till PJ went to pick up Fresh that he could tell something was wrong. The shorty wasn't in sight. Instantly on alert he scoured the gym for him. Hearing a commotion from the weight room he stormed to it. 'Please be alright please be alright please be alright.' He pleaded to himself.
The scene he walked into was confusing at first. Undyne with a shit-faced grin next to the bench press. Godzilla was yelling and cheering. Then there was Fresh.....benching weights his arms so tiny it's amazing that they can even lift the bar.
"What the hell is going on?!" PJ yelled.
((Oh nuu! XD part three will be out soon so stay tuned! Also, should I do a side chapter on any of the other Naj ships?))
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Fanfiction((I'm in college now so I have a detailed memory of high school so get ready for an accurate representation of high school drama and timeline)) PaperJam is the most popular jock in the school with his mom as the art teacher and his dad as the gym te...
