Fire in the Void - A Damien and Oz Monster Prom fanfic

Cafeteria Crisis

No sooner had Oz left the classroom, than they were quickly pulled away yet again, this time behind some lockers. The slayer? Why would she have any interest in Oz?

"Look, I saw you talking to Damien in class, are you two planning something? Are you in kahoots?! I'll find out! Don't think you can fool me!" she shouted, pressing a small pocket knife to Oz's neck suddenly. Oz stopped for a moment in pure shock, but then relaxed and grabbed the slayer's wrist, "hey, I'm not looking for trouble, just, let me get to lunch" they asked calmly, moving her hand away from their neck.

"Fine, I'll let you go, but if I find out you two are up to something, you better prepare to die!" she spat, tucking away the knife into one of her holsters and flurrying her cape as she ran, arms pointed out behind her, down the hallway.

Oz turned the corner away from the lockers and jogged towards the cafeteria to join their group of friends, Brian, Amira and Vicky as they entered the lunch hall.

"Uuugh, murder and calligraphy class always makes me sleepy" groaned the tall green zombie, plonking his lunch tray down on the table and sitting with a huff.

"Brian, everything makes you sleepy, yesterday you said drinking from the water fountain made you tired" scoffed Amira, tossing her paper granola bar wrapper into her head of flames and letting it blaze into ashes.

"It's too far down and bending is so much effort I get bored before I even press the button" Brian added, shoveling a forkful of brain meat and mashed potatoes into his mouth, as spatters of it dripped out of his gaping cheek flesh wounds, through his exposed teeth and gums.

"Gross Brian! Don't talk with your mouthful! You got potatoes in my bolts again!" Vicky whined, wiping the metal clean with a napkin.

"Will you all stop rambling for one moment, I have actual news for once!" Oz piped up, crushing their finished carton of blood orange juice.

"Let me guess, 'oh my gosh you guys today Damien asked me for a pen it was maaaaaagical!'" Amira mocked, putting on her best Oz voice and looking dreamily into the distance.

"No." they pouted, whacking Amira on the wrist, "this time it's actually a development, Damien wants me to help him..with a prank!" the void squealed, holding their fists up and shaking them excitedly.

"You're joking right? Why would he choose you? Don't you just stare at the back of his head in class and follow him to the showers after gym?" Brian questioned jokingly.

"Hey that was like one time!" Oz ejected, scrunching up their face, "and besides, he brings swim shorts to shower in, I got nothing... but I did get this, he really asked me you guys I promise!" they insisted, adamant to make their friends believe them.

"Well I'm happy for you!" Vicky cheered, beaming across the table at Oz's perked up glowing white eyes, "just don't rope us into a crazy scheme this time okay?" she accompanied.

"This time I don't even know what the plan is myself" Oz chuckled.

They looked over Brian's shoulder and gazed across the tables to watch as Damien sat down on the bench with Scott and the wolf pack, with his large bowl of spaghetti and knives, he was so hardcore and dreamy, Oz thought.

Damien took out his phone and Scott huddled closer looking into the screen, they chatted excitedly about pokemans for most of the lunch period, occasionally looking up to eat or snap back at the wolfpack for mocking their fun and games.

*riiiiing*

As the end of lunch bell rang, signaling that it was fifteen minutes till class, Oz gathered up the trays from their table and offered to take them to the trash for their friends.

"We gotta dash to mad science class, but we'll catch you in a bit!" Vicky smiled, skipping out of the hall with the others.

Oz walked the toppling tower of trays over to the bin and tipped away their contents, neatly stacking them on-top once they were finished. As they turned to leave they bumped into someone right as they rotated towards the door.

"I let you off easy dickbiscuit, don't make me regret it already" they replied, spaghetti now dripping down their grey shirt and brown jacket, "aww fuck! Look what you did! I don't have any spare shit in my locker to change into, what am I gonna do?!" he continued. Oz looked up and met eyes with the deep red prince of hell once again. They had crashed right into Damien and his tray of spaghetti leftovers had gone all down his top and jacket, the sauce was already starting to seep through.

"Ahh I'm sorry I didn't see you!" Oz stuttered, grabbing a palmful of napkins and instinctively wiping and padding away the spaghetti, their cheeks blushing lightly when they realised they were still so close to the dreamy red boy.

"Well, I'm still gonna need to change - uh - gimme your sweater!" Damien demanded, pointing at Oz's still clean, mustard pullover.

"Oh- yeah -uh- su-sure!" They replied, blushing even more heavily at the idea of Damien in their tight yellow jumper, it would be much tighter on him because Oz was so much shorter.

Damien took off his jacket, wiped it clean and laid it down on a lunch table, proceeding to take his shirt off after and roll it up into his bag.

"Hurry up already it's colder than it looks you know?" he grumbled, crossing his arms to cover his bare front. Oz took off their jumper and handed it to Damien, savouring each moment they were able to gaze upon his shirtless softly chiseled physique.

"He-here" they said, brushing hands with the demon as the sweater exchanged hands.

Damien pulled the jumper on and yanked it down to tuck into his jeans, so that it wasn't exposing his belly button, he pinned it in place by tightening a notch on his belt. Oz watched on in awe of such a simple action, as though every move Damien made was an intricate dance between his hands and the fabric of the sweater.

"Stop looking at my crotch dude, I know it's impressive but jeez, take a guy out first ya know?" Damien laughed, picking up his bag and shrugging it over his shoulder, "See you in class nerd, we'll talk prank plans after school" he chuckled, waltzing out of the cafeteria.

Oz disposed of the dirty napkins and took their bag in hand, looking back to the table where the drama had ensued. They noticed a bundled brown leathery jacket, strewn over the tabletop. It was Damien's jacket. What was Oz meant to do? There was no room in their backpack and their books for mad sciences would take up their free hands... there was only one option, they had to put it on, to take it with them, and return it.

Sliding their arms through the sleeves, they quickly noticed it was much too large for them, they rolled them up so that their hands were free, hung their backpack over one shoulder and set off for class, gathering their books from their locker on the way.