New Guy, New Crush ( Sal Fisher x Reader )

🎭 Confrontation 🎭

Cloud Mac - Ultraviolet ft Sweethart
F/c is Favorite color.

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I woke up, groaning. I look at the clock, 6:30, better then last time. I get up and walk over to my closet. I decided with whatever outfit but in white and F/C. I tidied up my hair, brushed my teeth, and checked my phone. I was pretty much ready, I packed my bag with my homework, made toast, and started walking to school.

Halfway there I met Sal and his friends, I quietly went to the middle of them and 'whispered' " Hello!! "

Most of them jumped or screamed as I giggled. "What the fuck, Y/N? " Larry cursed, he screamed like a little 9 year old girl! " Ehehe, sorry Larry! " I chuckled in response.

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I sighed as I sat in Math, the first class of day. I sat in my usual seat, I looked over and I saw F/N- I mean Bitchie Shister. " Hey bitch! " they said. " Hey betch! " I responded, cracking a smile. " So how'd it go with team misfits and creepy face? " F/N asked. " First of all, it's Sally Face, second of all, it was great. He lives at the apartments too! " I said. Then, he came into the class and sat in his seat. He looked back and waved at me, I knew he was smiling as I waved back. The bell rang signalling school was starting.

Summary of the class
Group thing,
We don't pick our partners,
And I end up with
Larry Johnson.

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Fuck
Sal just invited me to his table, I look back and see F/N encouraging me to go with him. I sigh. " Why the hell not? " Upon hearing those words, he smiles. That fucking cute mask shift. I also smile back, my face features shimmer underneath the school lights. Before I know it, I'm at the rejection table, err sorry, 'The group' table. I feel oddly comfortable here, even though it's bologna day. I didn't bother eating it because I heard kids got sick from it. I swallowed my nervous emotions and asked

"So, anyone have any idea what the fuck we're supposed to do with the math project? "

A string of no. Then Ashley speaks up
" It's just- "
Then I blanked out.
Not blacked out, I just, faded away from reality. I couldn't hear Ash and my vision blurred.
" -and that's all! I hope you know now Y/N!" Ash did her gorgeous, signature smile- and there I go again getting self conscious. I frown. " Thanks a lot Ash, hey guys, I'll be right back " I said as I ran to the restrooms. Time to fix some of my flaws! I brought out my chapstick and applied some on my lips, I fixed my makeup, and fixed my hair. Yes Y/N, you are rocking it sis! I smile and then walk back to the table. " Alright, I'm back guys " we talked and giggled for the rest of lunch.

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-AftErsChoOl-
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I'm currently cleaning my room. It's a fucking mess and Larry Johnson's coming over. I nervously panick as I place some pencils over on my desk. Yes, it's perfect! I fluff up my pillows and it's ready. I set out my school notebook, pens, and pencils.
Ding-dong!
That must be Larry Johnson now! I bolt to the door, quickly gather myself, then open it up.
"Hey dudette!"
He reeks of smoke again, I sigh as I make a mental note to spray air freshener when he leaves. " Hey Larry! Come on in! " I say, moving aside so he can come in. " We're gonna work in my room, okay? " I said, closing the door behind him. " Okay. " responded the stoner, with an ok simple. I pushed him to my room then went to the kitchen to grab the snack tray I made earlier. I fast walked to my room, then open the door to find Larry sitting my bed, drawing little doodles in a little yellow spiral with the words Rock on dude on it. I smiled. " You, Larry Johnson, Draw? " I was curious on him, and that new blue boy named Sal. " Yeah dude, I draw. " He replied, putting the bright yellow spiral away and bringing out a orange composition titled Math.

We did work together, and from what I learned about him. He's a pretty cute dork, not as cute as Sal but still pretty neat. Larry is into Sanity Falls ( so is Sal! ) and so am I.
He just recently went to the restroom so I picked up the spiral and flipped to the middle. It's a hidden diary. Didn't think Lar-Bear would be the type of person to do this. I decide to take a peek inside, he..seems pretty sad but really poetic. I flip two pages. It's a poem

Dark Cage

trapped
Inside this empty cage
I can't see
The light of dawn
Or hear
Angel Li's voice
I can't breath
I feel anchored
Then
I see a blue light
My angel has arrived
And his name is
Sal Fisher
And he has the key
To this rusty cage.

Huh, I guess Sal is his light. The only thing he thinks worth living. He's probably lovestruck but doesn't realize it. I sigh. Someone always ends up with my crush. My heart feels heavy, maybe Sal isn't the one.
I hear a flush and I hurriedly close the book, place it back, and pretend that I was reading the textbook.

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Timeskip to afterwards
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I wave a bye to Lar-Lar, he gave me a fucking Walky Talky. I don't know what I'll use it for but I took it. A little afterwards, I hear a calming voice though it. Sal. He has one too? I decide that I should interrupt, like the nosy bitch I am.

" Hello, people of the walky talkies! "

I hear the static in the thing.

" Is that y/n?" 
Sal asks.

" of course it is darling! "
I hear Lar-sar respond oh-so fabulously.
If he's trying to be me, He's failing so bad.

" Shut up Larry- "
" No, you. "
" Bitch! You have the big gay. "
" Uno reverse card! "

I stop listening after that. Then I ask.

" Yo fuckers, what if I had the big gay on one of you guys? "
" are you high? "
" who knows, Sally Face. "

I decided to write my mom a letter
She works a lot and I fall asleep before she comes home. The sticky note reads

" Today was good, Ma! I made a lot of new friends! "

Then I spew more nonsense. Mom will never fucking read this, she never does. But I still leave it.

I lay my head on the bed, then feel darkness swallow me whole.
(A/n)(Vore.)

1137 words.

Fuck yeah, I finally finished this! Hope you guys enjoy!