I'm Not Sharing! (Fresh!Sans X Reader X Unfresh!Sans) [Abandoned]

Chapter Six

-(y/n)'s P.O.V-

Yay! It's finally time for creative writing!

I was practically skipping down the hallways to creative writing.

Can you really blame me? I love to write!

When I arrived, I noticed that Fresh wasn't here yet.

Wonder what has him held up?

After sitting down in my seat, I began working on the warm-up prompt.

-Fresh's P.O.V-

I don't get it.

Why am I so nervous to see (y/n)?

I've already decided that I don't like (y/n) in a romantic way, so what's making me so jittery?

I then heard the warning bell ring and realized that I needed to hurry to the classroom before I was late.

Luckily for me, I arrived right before the bell rang.

I then quickly found my seat next to (y/n). She was already focused on her writing.

In fact, it seemed like everyone was focused on writing.

Except me.

I raised my hand.

"Yes Fresh?" The teacher questioned.

"What am I supposed to be doing?" I asked.

"You're supposed to write a one-page or longer story about the prompt that's on the board. The prompt will change every day. That's what we do for our warm-up." The teacher explained.

"Oh. Okay. Thank you." I said before pulling out my notebook and pencil.

As I looked to the board, I saw that the prompt was 'Trapped in an alternate universe'.

It took me a second to think of something before it hit me.

I then began writing in the notebook.

-Unfresh's P.O.V-

Sigh. I don't know how I let my parents convince me to take choir. I absolutely hate what we're singing!

"Let's try one more time. With feeling!" The teacher said, trying to pump everyone up.

I groaned before joining the choir in song.

... I hate this...

***

After a while of singing we took a water break.

Glad I always keep a water bottle on me.

As I was retrieving my water bottle from my backpack, a girl I faintly recognized walked up to me.

"Hey. Can we talk for a second?" The girl asked.

"I guess. But I'm not interested in going out with-"

"It's not about that. It's about (y/n)." The girl said.

This caught my interest.

I gave her a curious look as I set my water bottle down on the desk.

"What about her?" I questioned.

"I want what's best for her. I'm (b/f/n); (y/n)'s best friend. I'm just wanting to give you a warning. If you do anything to hurt her... You're dead." (b/f/n) explained.