stupid | technoblade x oc

Ch. 2

First Person POV

It was Tuesday, now. Monday came and went as all days do, each one matching the other almost exactly. I also took about four naps over the course of three days, and all of them were at least two hours long. Sleeping is my favorite pastime. Not having to deal with anything in the world is simply addictive.

Sadly, though, I had to return to life and by life I meant high school. Was it cliché and basic of me to hate high school? Probably, but it was the truth.

I don't hate high school because I feel like I'm stuck - I know I'm not destined for something greater than this - I hate high school because it's short lived yet made out to be such an incredible time of our lives.

Sitting in my second period class with a blank mind filled with nothing other than imagining what I'll do after school, time went by rather quickly. Before I knew it, I was already at lunch. I sat in the library during lunch, the librarian knew me well after my three previous years of high school spending lunch and other free time in here. My best and only friend, Jaime, approached me.

She and I were neighbors, she lived only down the street which was a good 300 yards away from my own house. We grew up together and she even came to live with us when her father died. It was a pretty big deal for this little town. Jaime hated the stares from all the strangers that knew everything about her, the same way I do. The same way everyone does.

"I heard you were hanging around that one guy yesterday." She said simply. There wasn't anything particularly demeaning about her tone, but it was obvious that whatever she heard she disapproved of.

Without looking up from my book, I asked, "What guy?"

"Technoblade."

Now, I looked at her, "How did you hear that?"

"Natalie saw him talking to you, she was at the gas station."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"What's so hard to get about that?"

She sighed, "He's weird. He's bad news - he's not even in high school."

"I'll decide what's bad news for me."

"Andy, seriously, no one knows anything about him." She warned.

"Maybe that's part of the appeal."

Jaime huffed, "Andy, I'm serious. Your parents would be pissed if they knew you were hanging out with him."

"What? He's a Christian man, isn't that their whole criteria?"

She walked away rolling her eyes.

***

After school, I began my trek home. It was only a little bit further than the walk from the gas station, so I didn't mind. Especially not in October, when it wasn't too hot or too cold. I had my earbuds in and my 30 hour long playlist going, so all was well.

Before I left the parking lot of the school, however, I noticed a figure leaning up against a jeep. Out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a flash of pink, and my suspicions were confirmed when I settled my gaze on the man from last night. His pink highlighted hair blew messily in the strong breeze, but despite the chill he wore a short sleeve t-shirt and jeans. I noticed the outline of a cross necklace. He was looking right at me.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and walked towards him. Was it weird that he was there? Yes. Was it also weird that he's magically here the day Jaime told me he was dangerous? Also yes. Still, something in my mind convinced me that it would be a good idea to join the potential stalker who I know nothing about.

"Hello again." He smiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't just be here?"

"Not so conveniently."

He rolled his eyes, "So cynical."

I looked down. He was drumming his fingers on a skateboard I hadn't noticed before, leaning up against his truck, "You skate?"

"Sometimes. It's been a few years."

"Why?"

"I haven't always lived here. I'm from California, which is a place where everyone skates or surfs - one of the two." He spoke, obviously with fondness of the place, "and now I'm here."

"Why did you come here? From California?"

"College. I couldn't afford living in California, so I moved back here with my parents a few months ago."

"How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen."

I nodded. It must be strange for him, living in Nebraska after all the years of living by the beach and the coldest weather being 40°. It must be weird, going from palm trees and year round plants and life, to the flat plains and dead trees by the middle of October.

"Why are you here?" I asked him again.

"Because I want to be."

"You couldn't go anywhere else?"

"You have so many questions."

"And yet you're unable to answer them. Why are you here?"

He held is hands up in mocking self defense, "Fine, you got me. I came to see you."

I blinked, "Why?"

He shrugged, "You're the least boring person in this town."

It's not like I could disagree. The town as very bland, void of diversity or interest. In my graduating class are 19 people, besides myself. That's how small and insignificant we are.

"Well, your interest in me will upset the whole town."

"Why's that?"

"I'm 17."

He looked at me, "You're a senior. When do you turn 18?"

How did he know I was a senior? "January."

"See? I just turned 19 in August."

"How did you know I was a senior?"

"You make me seem like Ted Bundy. You were wearing a class sweatshirt that said your grad year on it; I just so happen to be observant."

I eyed him skeptically, "How did you know where the school was?"

"I live here and it's not like you can get lost in this town."

As odd as he may be, he was attractive. No one I'd ever known had pink hair, and no guy in this town would have one earring and skateboard. Techno wore dark jeans cuffed at the bottom with a belt chain, and a shirt that had Scooby-Doo on it. The outline of the cross necklace I had noticed before was much more evident.

"Can I give you a ride?" He asked.

I looked at his truck, and back at him. I thought of Jaime and what she would have to say. A small smile dared to creep onto my face.

"Sure."

***

the mommy issues in me wanting my oc's to comfort the love interest vs. my daddy issues wanting the love interest to protect the oc

- milfs <3