Oblivious~SlazoxReader

Love Is Blind

I stood awkwardly in his bathroom looking at everything. The first thing I noticed was the strong smell of cologne and body wash. "Wow, he's a clean boi." I stopped examining realizing time hadn't stopped so I could check out Michaels bathroom.

I quickly took off my hoodie and pulled the shirt over my head. "Wowie Zowie, he one tall boi." I snatched the hoodie off the floor and ran out of the bathroom. I passed by Michael running to grab my phone, immediately noticing how many calls I had missed from Alyssa.

"I'll have to deal with that later." "Let's go lemon boy! Hurry your pale ass up!" We both rushed out of his room and down the stairs. Just like yesterday, he started looking in his pockets for his keys. "I can't believe it, I won't believe it. There is no way that the 6'3 blonde pale boy in front of me is Slazo. I don't know, maybe it's his identical twin, Slazer."

After searching through his pockets, he finally found his keys. We got outside and locked the door behind us. Now, don't get me wrong, his house wasn't that far from the school, maybe about a twenty-minute walk, but for us, it would hopefully turn into a 5-minutes run.

We were running, although my short legs just couldn't keep up with daddy long legs. I was panting trying to keep up with Michael, he obviously noticed this. He then suddenly held onto my wrist. Like a flood, all the memories of the nightmare I had only minutes before became a reality for me.

I remembered the papers, and the questions, and most of all his trembling hands grasping onto my wrists. As a reflex, my mind told me to pull away, but I wouldn't do that, not just because of a nightmare, although that nightmare stuck to my brain like a tumor. "It was all just a dream, those papers are probably nothing."

As I was dragged along by Michael, something else came to mind. "Where did those papers go?" When I woke up they weren't in my hoodie, where did they go? It was horrible to think Michael knew what I had done. I wasn't able to ponder much because before I knew it, we were finally at the school.

Michael was still holding on to my wrist dragging me along as we ran into the school. We rushed down hallways, still a little confused on where to go. Finally we yet again found our first-period class, that we luckily had together, just like most other classes.

We walked in right before the bell rang. I guess me and Michael realized at the same time, we had forgotten our stuff. Michael turned to me with a big, "Fuck me in the ass," look. We were both just staring at each other, talking with our eyes. We both sighed and walked to our seats.

Not so lucky for us, we weren't sitting next to each other in this class. Sitting in-between us was biker boy. Now biker boy was, to say the least, as much of a cock sucker as he could possibly be about this. He'd frequently push over Michael's things or kick me under the desk. He would always turn around and look at girls and shout at his buds.

So today, even though this was only the second day of school, I had come up with a plan. I had felt bad for Michael, which of whom I had brought into this mess. So, my plan was to take all the shit from biker boy. Finally, five minutes after the bell had rung, the teacher walked in.

Everyone in class who was talking immediately shut up. "I'm sorry for being late, I had a bit of ummm 'car trouble'." The teacher, who had obviously had not had car trouble, set his stuff down on his desk and started writing stuff down on the whiteboard.

I turned to look at Michael who seemed to be far to interested in the lesson. While I was trying to take a look at whatever Michael was writing, biker boys ass shaped face popped up in front of me. He looked me up and down and smirked. "Nice baseball shirt."

He whispered, obviously making fun of the oversized shirt I was wearing. "Fuck off wanker." He laughed a bit. "Oh no, my feelings are so hurt." I began to grow angrier by the second, clenching my jaw. "Swallow your pride, just like he swallows dicks." I smiled and turned back to the whiteboard.

"Just ignore him." Biker boy was obviously displeased by my lack of response as he started rubbing his foot against mine under the desk. "Fuck you, you sad excuse for a human being." I only got angrier by the second, trying so hard to hold myself back. "At least he's not messing with Michael."

It calmed me to think of the sacrifice I was taking for Michael. I pulled my foot up and sat in criss-cross applesauce. Biker boy was annoyed but didn't bother me anymore, well me anyway. Suddenly I heard the sound of a binder smacking to the floor. I turned around immediately to see Michaels stuff was all over the floor.

"Why does biker boy want my attention so bad?" I stood up and helped Michael pick up his stuff. The class went back to doing whatever but biker boy just sat there and watched. I handed Michael the rest of his papers and stood up walking back to my desk.

I sat down, breathing in and out slowly in an attempt to calm myself down again. "Let's just get this over with."

~Time skip~

I was searching through my locker in a desperate attempt to find my phone so I could call Alyssa. "Ah, there you are!" I got my phone out of my locker and shut it violently behind me. "Hey Y/N." Like Shrek, the ogre-like biker boy appeared in front of me. "What do you want biker boy?"

"Biker boy? You know I have a name." "You know I don't give a shit." I refused to make eye contact with him, I couldn't stand the sight of him. "My names Kerry, I would prefer if you called me that, I am your boss after all." I rolled my eyes and looked up at him.

"Listen, I don't care who you are, you could be a fucking furry for all I care, just don't mess with Michael, okay? If you ever have the urge to be a giant asshole, I'd prefer you do that to me." He looked at me smiling like an idiot. "Anytime you say?" "Yes, anytime." "I'm going to regret this."

"Great, give me your number." I was in complete shock. "No way!" "You said anytime, what if I want to be an asshole at 12 am?" "I'm never doing that!" He stepped a little closer. "If you don't give me your number there's no guarantee Michael with last long at this school." "You got to be fucking with me right now."

"Fine, you have to promise though." "Pinky swear." He put out his pinky. "Yeah, I'd sooner get aids then touch your hand." "I'm your boss now, you do what I say. So put out your pinky." I hesitantly stuck out my pinky and he immediately latched on. "Great, I'll see you later my pet."

"Fuck you." "Now is that any way to treat your boss?" I looked at the floor clenching my fists almost popping a vein. "No," I spoke through gritted teeth. "Sorry what?" I looked up wanting so bad to punch him in his smug face. "No...boss." He smiled widely. "That's more like it." He turned back around and walked off. "What have I done?"

A/N
Hey lemon boy lovers! Super long one to apologize for not updating as promised. P.S I'm sorry about the super slow paced romance, but I kinda like these chill vibes so... Yeah. P.s.s art on top was done by p_typ3 on Instagram.