He's my escort (Error X Ink)

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School's boring aaaaand I hate being stared at. Yes I am a human being, very good to meet you all. So glad to entertain. The sign says please refrain from poking the human or it'll bite. Seems that's the least of their worries though. I can ignore it. I can. I just don't want to. They all suck and deserve to have some negatively radiated their ways. Perhaps I'm just left grumpy from my fever which I can feel picking up again. Either way whatever, what you gonna do right? I swirl my pencil around my paper absent mindedly leaving a vague landscape of snowy trees and boulders with scratchy line work making it seem a bit stormy.

I glance up at my teacher who's relaxing while waiting for us to finish our tests. I slip the back of the test paper that I was drawing on aside, picking up my chalk pallet instead. I rub my eyes and use my hand to support the weight of my head deciding to use my left hand to draw for a little extra assurance I won't let my head slam into the desk.

I eat lunch, couldn't find Error so I sat with the same girls from before. Near the end of the day I hear stuff about a fight that left some kid being rushed to a doctor. For some reason I really don't think that's Error though, so I don't worry myself over it. Error was not the happiest with me this morning, so he is most likely just avoiding me.

After school I wait and see no Error. After about 15 minutes I go back inside and ask the desk lady if she knows where he is. Oh, her desk-plate says it's Mrs. Hambor, maybe I'll remember the name this time.

"He's in detention, and he has to stay for questioning," she replies. Ah, so he was part of the fight after all.

"Could you tell me the room number?" I clasp my hands behind my back.

"You're not supposed to go in there. You're free to stay in the school until he's done, but some of the people involved want to keep what happened confidential." I'm not waiting for God knows how long. I've got to tell Error I'm leaving or something. This lady being the stick in the mud that she is wouldn't be so understanding, so I thank her and slip by into the class halls when she's not looking.

The school is pretty much empty and the sun is setting making the whole place an orange tinted blob. As I keep searching the sun shies away more and more sinking my surroundings in murky shades. It's making it a bit hard to see now. Little do I know the dark was a godsend because right when I was about to give up and get home before I couldn't see my hand in front of my face I see a match light and then a whole room. I jump into action and sprint to the door swinging it open so violently it makes a dent in the wall.

There are 3 people in the room and they all respond so uniquely I can't help but laugh. The teacher looked over at me with the most done expression I've ever seen followed by a befitting sigh. The student with pale blond hair and really red faced looked over excitedly before realizing I'm not who he was waiting for and groaned. Then good old Error, not being one to disappoint, jumped right out of his seat like he just got electrocuted.

"That was adorable~" Error clutches his chest and glares before sitting back down with a huff. I laugh and sit on the desk behind Error's seat clinging to his neck with my chin placed on the top of his head. The blonde rolls his eyes and I notice a pretty bad black eye with a cut under it.

"You're not supposed to be in here." The teacher says monotonly.

"I can't walk home by myself now, who knows what would happen." The teacher isn't amused. "Besides, Error's problems are my problems. We're engaged after all."

Error snaps the fountain pen he was fidgeting with in half. The blonde squinting points to my hand.

"I don't see no ring,"

"He proposed without one, we decided on it 2 days ago." Gives us excuses for being gone the last couple days.

"Pfft," he responds. "Yeah right, Error, look her in the eye and tell her you love her." Error shakes uncomfortably under me.

"He's shy, you're not going to convince him to do that in front of you." I nuzzle into his hair my eyes feeling heavy and burning.

"Shy?! That's a laugh! Just tell that to Horror, my eye and f***ing Blue who just HAPPENED to disappear after becoming his friend!"

Error snapped towards the kid's direction so abruptly it shoved me off his head. I barely catch myself from falling on to the wood floor. "You've got to be kidding me. I wouldn't ever hurt Blue!"

"As long as it's not sexual right? If it was you'd have your way all you want-" simultaneously as if this was choreographed, Error jumped over the desk that was in his way and promptly kicked the kid's chair to the floor leaving him sprawled out and stunned. The teacher was already on the move and grabbed Error by the arms shoving him away but not before Error got a good kick to the kid's bad eye.

After a wail of pain and some followed quiet sobbing the whole place grew silent.

"Are you okay Cross?" The teacher bends trying to help him back up.

"I'M fine." He sneered while shoving the helping hand away.