Prom? Really?

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Oz x Werewolf reader

(Y/n) POV

Just another day at school. Well, maybe not another day. Prom was tomorrow and today was the day everyone was asking his or her significant other to prom. Me? I had no one. No one expect Oz. He was usually there when I needed him. However, since the prom came around, he's been hanging around Damien a lot more. Pushing me away. It hurt. But I wouldn't let that get me down.

I walked around the school, chatting with Scott about the upcoming game when I noticed Oz following Damien with a determined face. I sigh, feeling my mood lower. "Bro? You okay?" I looked at Scott, shaking my head. "What's wrong?" I gazed at the ground. "I feel abandoned..." Scott gasped. "That's not good! Who abandoned you?!" Scott grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him. "Scott it's fine..." Some monsters in the hallway started staring. "It's not fine! You're not fine!" I forced out of his grip. "I SAID IT'S FINE!" I barked, feeling my hands turn to claws.

Scott backed away, hands quivering. Now all the monsters were staring, even Oz. The attention was horrible, their eyes peering into my body, leaving scorching marks. My heartbeat got faster and my breaths became rapid. I was like a deer in headlights, unmoving and afraid. I felt my bones shift and fur sprout from my back. In a split second I charged and leapt at a window, breaking it as I fell to the ground. I started running, as fast as I could, getting away from that forsaken school. Away from all that pain.

My body grew tired, limbs close to collapsing, but I kept running. That is, until I tripped on a rock which sent me flying into a tree.

I fell to the ground, breathing heavily. I was deep within the school's forest by now, way past the point of return.

The sun peeked through the leaves on the trees, coating my sore body in warmth. I began shifting back, my arms and legs growing smaller and fur shrinking back into my skin. I propped myself up, back against the tree and just sat there. Thoughts bounced around my head. Angry thoughts, sad thoughts, fearful thoughts. Many of which involved Scott and Oz. I didn't want to hurt Scott! I was just... Trying to make myself disappear.

Gravity pulled on my eyes. Funny, I wasn't tired earlier. I guess... I guess a nap wouldn't hurt, right?

Well, doesn't matter now huh? Guess I'm just going to... close my eyes and.... Sleep.

Oz POV

After (Y/n) crashed through the window, everyone acted like that was normal. But something was off, so naturally I ask Scott.

"Scott? What happened with (Y/n)?" I asked, patting his shoulder. "I don't know... He kept looking at the ground and whenever I tried to talk to him he pushed it off! He said he was fine! But I don't think he's fine..." Scott pouted, crossing his arms. "I'm sure he just needs some time to calm down. I'll see if he's at home, okay?" Scott nodded his head. "Okay. See you later Oz! And please make (Y/n) better." I smiled and nodded, "I will." Scott smiled in return and ran off.

As I went to turn around, I bumped into Damien. "What happened with wolf boy?" I shrugged. "I don't know. It was, honestly, kind of scary." Damien chuckled. "You're scared of the person you want to ask to prom?" heat rushed to my face, "H-Hey! You said you wouldn't say anything!" he shrugged, "Eh, couldn't care less. But how about you try and save your friend from killing himself? I sure as fuck don't want to see him in hell." Damien walked off but not before patting my back with a small, "See ya noob"

I regained my posture and set out to find (Y/n), hoping he was back at his house.

Time skip

Currently, I was waiting outside his dorm room, rocking back and forth on my heels. I knocked about thirty seconds ago, getting no answer. So I knocked again, hearing nothing. I knocked one last time, finally catching the attention of someone. "Who the hell keeps knocking?!" they shouted. I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, their voice was so gender neutral. "U-Um... It's Oz? I'm a friend of (Y/n)."

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