Maybe We Can Give This A Shot? {Travis X Sally Face Fanfiction}

Part 1

Hey! Hopefully you're here from from my other fanfictions, but if you're not, that's okay and welcome! I don't normally do these notes at the start of a new part but I'll make an exception because this was actually the very first fanfiction I've ever written almost a year ago, so you'll see how my writing has changed. I hope you enjoy!

I'm going to put this now, TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains homophobia, homophobic slurs, bullying, and abuse (mental, emotional, and physical) so if any of that triggers you or makes you uncomfortable or upset, this isn't the story for you.
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"Excuse me, Mr. Fisher. Sal wake up!"

A name that I've known all too well. He's the boy that I bully, I don't want too, but I can't risk him finding out about my true "feelings". I'm still not too sure about my feelings myself. I can't be gay, I just can't. My dad is going to kill me IF I am gay, which I'm most certainly NOT.

"Huh?"

I hear Sally Stupid Face sit up. Looks like he was caught sleeping. Sally finished his test early, I can't help but look at him. I can hear Mrs. Packerton rambling, but I'm not listening to what she's saying. I'm just stuck staring at Sally. Why. Can't. I. Stop. Staring. At. Sally? Sally looks back at me, pull a sour face.

"And Mr. Phelps. Eyes on your own paper."

Crap I've been caught, but not by Sally. I swiftly turn back to my test as the chair creeks. Why am I feeling this way? What does this mean? Do I have feelings for Sally?

The bell rings, I grab my things as I get up. All the students get out of their chairs and heads for the teacher to turn in their tests. I turn my test in and I push my way through the students out of the classroom. I stopped by the lockers right outside of the classroom. While standing there I see Sally and Ash start to walk past me.

"Hey freak! No body likes a goody-two-shoes, Saaally Face."

I can see Sally is staring right through me.

"Nobody likes a cliché bully. Traaavis."

Ash rolls her eyes at me and gives me an annoyed look.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Shut up bitch! I wasn't talking to you!"

Ash needs to stay out of this. It's not any of her business. I can feel Sally's icy blue eyes glaring at me.

"You know, if you took that stick out of your ass you may actually enjoy yourself for once. Maybe even make a friend or two."

Oh now's he's done it. I'm beyond mad.

"Fuck off, f*ggot! I have more friends than you'll ever have!"

He's really starting to piss me off. He better watch where he steps, he's treading on very thin ice.

"You kiss your daddy with that tongue? I'm sure he-"

I didn't even let him finish. I was beyond livid at this point. I punched him right in the side of his stupid face. Fuck my hand hurts. Not only did I hit him full force on his face, I also hit him full force on his prosthetic mask. Oh god, I think he's bleeding. Did I really hit him that hard?

I quickly run off, Ash screams something at me but I couldn't hear what. It's the end of the school day so I font have to worry about getting to another class. I duck around the corner, I stop to collect myself and what just happened.

I just punched Stupid Face. My dad tells me that's what I have to do when I see queers. He tells me that they're sinful, nasty, creatures. He tells me God will never love any queers, ever. That's all Sally and his friends are, a bunch of homos, and they're disgusting. Only sickos would live that lifestyle, right? I mean my dad's a preacher at the nearby church, so his word must be right.

Why do I feel so guilty for punching him? He deserved it! He had it coming to him! I try to ignore my throbbing pain and start walking to my locker. Man, if my hand hurts this badly, I can't imagine how much his face must hurt. Speaking of which, I have never seen Sally's actual face under his prosthetic mask. I don't think anyone has except for maybe his close friends. I bet it's hideous, it must be if he hides it so much. I can only imagine a gross f*g like him to have a gross face like that. He must really trust his friends to show them a face like that.

I stop walking as I realized I walked past my locker. I turn around and see Sally, Ash, and Larry walking down the hall towards me. They're probably pissed at me right now. I frantically look around and duck down behind this part of dry wall that caves in, leaving a little spot for me to crouch and hide in. It was a very convenient placement for me. I watch them pass me and wait until they're out of view. Once I knew they were gone I crawled out and rushed to my locker. I grab my things and I start to head home.

Time skip: (which I never do but there's no other way for me to make a transition)

Its the next day and It's bologna day! I'm so happy about this! I grabbed my tray and got in line, this is the only day I look forward to during the week.

I get my bologna sandwich and sit down at my usual spot on the corner of the table. Not that many people sit at the table, and when they do, they don't say anything to me. I don't really mind though, I don't really care about how they see me anyways.

I glance up and I almost choke. I see him. Sally and Larry are walking in my direction. I try to come up with something whitty, something that will catch them off guard.

"I thought I smelled trash. What are you flamers up too?"

Nailed it, I haven't used the word flamer yet. Larry looks at me and speaks with his usual nonchalant voice of his,

"Get bent, Travis."

I look at Stupid Face, I can tell he's smirking from under that mask.

"Don't you have some sandwiches to attend to?"

I blush from sudden embarrassment. I stutter a little,

"You guys are lucky it's bologna day..."

They walk away with their long strides, I can't help but feel ashamed. This doesn't feel right, and it's not the bologna. I can barely finish my sandwich, which isn't like me because I love bologna day.

I can't stop thinking about Stupid Face. Why do I feel this way towards him? Everytime I see him, my heart beats until it hurts. My face heats up whenever he's close to me, even if I am screaming at him and calling him a homo.

I just want to be around him all the time, but my dad says that's wrong. He says a man shouldn't treat another man that he would with a woman romantically. I'm not sure why, to be honest, I don't really see why it matters if it's a man and a man, a woman and a woman, or a man and a woman.

I'm actually quite scared of my dad and how he treats people, I can't be gay. I won't. He'll actually kill me. If I say the wrong thing, they'll toss me to the side like trash or even worse, physically beat me until I'm bleeding.

*I'm not homophobic, as I am bisexual myself. This is just Travis in gay denial*