I'm Santiago, my friends have an outlook on me in which I don't have any sexual desire. They are completely believing that I am incapable of loving someone. They were right, for a long time.
Then there was Sarah.
The group regards her as stupid and untrustworthy, yet I yearn for her. Every insult they bring upon her makes me want to crush their skull. But I must maintain my character of a lifeless husk.
I started talking to her more openly in math, slowly by the days. It's blissful in her company, I will be on my knees as she pets my hair and talks to me like her pet. Nobody has suspected a thing until as of recent. DJ doesn't say much and is mainly poking fun, yet Raymond has been eyeing my activity. I should hang the little shit for ruining my time with her.
After lunch, I mainly spend it with Sarah in the halls away from everyone. In the halls I can hold her without fearing being seen. Michael has proven to even make THAT difficult. The creepy weaboo fuck saw me with her in the halls. I had her in my arms as I sensed his presence and made her turn the corner, where she tripped and fell into my arms.
"I wish you could just tell them." Sarah pouted. I turned away clenching my teeth. I love her to death yet I can't bring myself to tell the group.
"I think Raymond and Michael are suspicious of us." I said dully. She turned with an irritated look.
"If they figure it out that would be the best thing for both of us." Sarah answered in defiance. I hugged her a little tighter and acted like nothing happened.
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"Is Santi acting a bit weird as of recent?" I asked Michael. He shrugged and laid further back on the bench.
"You mean the whole Sarah situation?" Michael shot back.
"What else would I be talking about?" I fired in return. Connor was screeching "Raymond" trying to get my attention for some odd reason.
"Santiago has been gettin' a little.. close? If I would call it that with Sarah." I looked down, wincing at the fact I found this a worthy conversation topic.
"I see him walking with Sarah in the halls." Michael said apathetically. My eyes widened, my brain shrank, and my gag reflex activated.
"What in good fuck." I said with complete justification. I was dumbfounded, why would Santiago care for her? Of all people why her.
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I don't understand why Santi won't just tell the group, Raymond keeps telling him he will "support any decision" he makes. Why doesn't he trust anybody? Am I some sort of bad thing to everyone else?
"Sarah I can't explain why completely I don't tell the group, I just need you to trust me." Santi says, anytime I ask. I sigh and roll my eyes, at least I'm with him I thought to myself. I leaned into his arms with my back facing him. He had his arms around my waist as I tilted my head up to see him. He looked down as I looked up and our mouths met. His lips are soft against mine, his tongue buries deeper into my mouth as mine takes its old position. His breath mixes with mine as we come as close as possible, almost like we are one.
"IM GONnA VORE YA NIGGA" santi shouts suddenly
"what"
"SCHLORMP"
he eats me
the last four lines are non-canon
