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-Schlatt-
"It was- oh god. It was so weird, he was yelling for absolutely no reason." I sighed, gripping my backpack straps tighter as we made our way down the hall to fourth period.
Travis giggles "oh, yeah. Sounds bonkers."
Seriously, what kind of guy yells at his baby brothers new bestie? I, myself, certainly have not a clue.
"Alright, well, I'll see ya around." Travis departs out into another hallway, going to his own class. I sigh, Im not even on the right fucking floor, Im supposed to be in Spanish right now. Forth period on Wednesdays is for Spanish, y'hear. I go down the appropriate hallway, trying to find the stairs in this terrible school. I can't ever find anything here.
I look around for someone to escort me to class, yeah. Im really stooping that low. A junior asking for help? Have I no shame? My eyes land on a short lad, he seems to know where hes going. I quicken my pace and tap him harder on the shoulder than I intend to, its honestly more like a jab. He spins around and immediately puts his arms infront of his face. I just sort of stand there surprised, he peers past the X-formation to see me not trying to absolutely distory him. He lowers his arms.
"Oh." He seems embarrassed.
I blink "could you help me?-- I can't- I genuinely don't know where my class is." I hold up my schedule.
He gingerly takes the paper from me and inspects it "Oh! We have the same class, friend. Follow me." He has a stiff accent.
He turns and begins to walk away through some doors leading to the stairwell, I hurry after him, walking behind him as he makes his way up the stairs.
"¿Español? tu lo hablas, ci? Soy de Mexic, por extraño que parezca. Creo que es fácil de darse cuenta de no soy amricano." He chuckles a bit.
Hes speaking fast, I assume this kid is Mexican. Im probably the most American looking dude you'd ever know, I look like a stoner. Don't know how he'd get mixed up.
"I- um- No ha-hablo mexico."
He laughs.
"I asked you if you know Spanish." Well ex-fucking-cuse me for not understanding you.
"Why-"
"You're taking Spanish? Thats where we are going."
My lips make an o shape in understanding.
"Oh, oh my god. No. Im absolutely shit at Spanish, you have no idea." I shake my head as we walk down the hall.
"What is your name? My name is Alex, by the way." Hes smiling.
"Schlatt. So, like, whats your deal? Not to seem rude or anything but why would you leave Mexico for here??" I quirk up an eyebrow, he laughs at this.
"Oh! My dad moved in with his whore, bitchass girlfriend who lives here so, yeah. Im new this year!" I blink at the casual usage of such words to refer to your stepmom.
"Oh. Man, thats rough." I offer the bare minimum of sympathy.
"You are new too! I didn't see you last week?" I notice how Alex is short. Lmao. Little boy.
"Yeah, packing took for-fucking-ever." I feel like a teenage girl gossiping with her friend.
"Well. Goodbye Alex." I stop infront of the door to room 108. I want to wish Alex well on his mommy issues but hes already left inside.
Today has been an okay day. I happily ate a hardy lunch with my lads at our usual table, luckily for me no super crazy Wilburs in my way of finishing my turkey sandwich. We actually did make eye contact in the halls earlier, he had his head low, his brown wispy hair covering his dark eyes. He looked up briefly to watch me pass, his stare was cold, blank. But atleast nothing happened at lunch, leaving me with a good fill of food, ready to continue my day.
Yesterday tired me out greatly, two confrontations with this Wilbur kid and it was only my first day, eh? I couldn't get the brit off my goddamn mind. I don't know why, its not like I'm was afraid of him. No, not at all. Its just-- it was almost amusing watching him get do angry, him actually storming out of the room when I entered.
Funny story actually, I went to the library at 2nd period to copy some papers for the teacher and low and behold Wilbur was there sitting at one of the tables, infront of him lay a heafty looking book, his eyes scanning the pages. He looked up at me without raising his head, just a glance as I wait for the printer to do its thing. I gave him the smallest smile instead of a hello, I assume he wouldn't like it if I spoke. He looked at me I just decapitated his dog or something before shooting out of his seat and storming out of the library. The librarian came out of her office and groaned as she learned he had disappeared, muttering not-so-nice things about him I assume I wasn't supposed to hear as she dialed the office. While leaving I trot over to see the book Wilbur had left behind, 'ANIMAL FARM' by George Orwell it read in thin white writing on the cover. I haven't read that book since, like, the 9th grade.
I still don't know why he ran. Hes so pissy over such small things, I've noticed. I don't know how anyone can bear him- I mean, it doesn't seem like anyone does. I've seen him in the halls, by himself, eyes glued to the floor as he nervously kicks at the ground and waits for the bell to ring. I see how he goes unnoticed, and even when he is acknowledged its usually by some popular kid harassing him. Its not only Josh and our friends who bully him, its practically everyone. Some people are scared of him, others think hes a total freak (I, included.), I've heard girls gossip about how much of a dreamboat he is, I hear the teachers scoff lightly and mummer with clipboards shielding their lips from the students, I hear people gossip about him so much. so many things, some more slanderous than others.
"I heard he killed his mums."
"Orphan."
"Went to a boarding school, thats why he wasn't here in the 7th grade, y'hear."
"Heard he once brought a gun to school, he actually shot someone."
"I wish he wasn't gay, lmao. I would definitely snatch him."
"Killed a girl."
"Abused."
"Faggot."
"Heard he sexually assaulted some guy, fucking freak."
"Totally in some weird incestuous relationship with his brother."
"Definitely an addict of some sort."
"Okay but he fine asf."
"Misunderstood."
"Has to get pulled out of class for extra help."
"I liked him better when we were in elementary, it was so much easier when all he did was cry."
Everyone seemed to have differing opinions on Wilbur soot.
I took my seat, my chair screeching much too loudly as I pull it back, we're all awaiting for the teacher to arrive. All the students in the class are intermingled, chatting, texting, uhm. Tiktoking I guess I dont know what teenagers do.
A paper lands on my desk (sort of.) it actually slides on the polished hardwood, landing on the ground and hitting the wall im sitting next to. I raise my head off my phone to see who tossed it, Alex is across the room smiling at me. I quirk up an eyebrow, he nods quickly. I lean down and pick up the note, it reads;
Hello
Here is my number lets talk more
XXX-XXX-XXXX
:]
-Love, Alex ♡︎
I blush the slightest bit.
•••
ALEXIS 🥶😡🤬
I would totally fuck John .F Kennedy if I was
given the chance, my mans smokin' 😳
4:24pm
LMAOSONUBDUIIBYD NOO
4:24pm
Maybe you can join too if you want ;)
4:25pm
Eee 😳 I mean.. 👉👈 whatever you want mamacita..
4:25pm
Thats gay
4:25pm
Xb
Bro would younot fuck me :(( just say no homo 😭
4:25pm
Im sitting at the kitchen island as my mother hurries to complete her usual housewife tasks in the kitchen. I have my face resting against my fist, my eyes plastered onto my screen as a dopey half smile is on my lips. I giggle like a teenage girl.
"Jhonny, you have a sec?" My mum seems frustrated.
I look up from my phone, I was in the middle of texting Alex, whore. "What."
"Take those flowers to the neighbors? Please?" She gestures to a small bouquet of flowers on the counter. I lean over to grab them, a small note is attached to them.
"Inviting them to dinner, your father and I's numbers, ect ect." She explains.
"I'm kinda busy." I watch the three text bubbles hovering on my screen with anticipation.
"I don't want to hear it, get. Shoo. Stop being lazy and go. For the Soots, yes? Remember?"
I nod, reluctantly dragging myself off the chair.
Lsosojndihbdiybd I gtg lmao :(
4:27
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4:27 || seen.
I pocket my phone and begin my adventure off to the neighbors. It was about a five second walk, I shamefully cut across both our lawns to get to my destination, the flowers gripped tightly in my hands. I give myself a little check up before I ring the doorbell, I feel like I should be wearing a suit or something to deliver this hand written letter. I feel awful for just being in a grey hoodie and sweatpants.
I finally ring the doorbell, my gaze drifting to a garden gnome on the lawn just infront of me infront of the hedge. I want to lean down and pet it but the door is flown open. Hes in much more casual clothes now, and has ditched his signature beanie. I feel like Im interrupting something.
He looks pretty tense, giving me a disgusted look. I think he thinks Im gunna tug him out and beat him up from how he has his stance, I dont even think I have the ability to topple over this man.
I present the flowers. His eyebrows raise, surprise. "I don't.." hes blushing.
I shake the bouquet a bit so he'll take it, its easy to get frustrated from his lack of grabbing the fucking gift.
"Thats-- why? What the fuck is your problem?" It sounds like a genuine question, he seems hurt, his voice is extremely soft as he stares at me sadly. I purse my lips, the bouquet still held up high.
His expression hardens "I dont want these, go away."
"They're for your parents."
"What."
"My mom told me t-"
Another person pops out from behind Wilbur for a second, just some dude peering out from what maybe is the kitchen "Whos there, Wil?"
"Um." Wilbur looks extremely embarrassed, he can't meet my eye.
"Its me Mr. S the- I'm one of the neighbors." I call, trying to look past Wilbur.
"Oh! Come in, please!" The man invites me in before disappearing. Wilbur takes a moment before moving, he's just eyeing me suspiciously.
"Take a fucking picture it'll last longer." Not my best comeback.
He scoffs and shuffles over a bit, letting me through, I brush past him and make my way to where the man had disappeared from. I take a good gander at my surroundings, everything is so white in this home.
"Ah, whats your name lad?" The man tosses aside a towel he was drying his hands on, throwing it aside onto a counter and greets me with a smile. He puts his hand out for me to shake.
"Uh, hi. I'm Schlatt." I shake his hand, he has a firm grip.
"Im Phil." He grins.
Its hard to believe this man created Techno and Wilbur. Phil is a pretty stout dude, basically built like your average dad, I guess. He has short blonde hair and a white and pink apron on. I dont know where Wilbur would get his lankiness from, or Technos bulkiness, he's honestly a little shorter than I am. He seems a lot nicer than his children.
I offer the flowers, he gets out a happy gasp "Oh!"
"Mom wanted me to give you these." I shrug
"I see, I see. Are you busy? Please take a seat." He gestures to a stool infront of one of the jutted out counters. I make my way over to it and plop myself down.
Wilbur sulks in, just standing in the doorway eyeing me suspiciously. Two little boys shove past him and run over to me, I am a little bit startled. Tommy, and the other who I assume is Tubbo.
"Hi!" Tommy has his hand on my leg, smiling up at me.
"H-ngh-hello-" the brunette beside him shrugs in the middle of his sentence, I think he might be having a seizure.
I sort of just stare at the two kids. One of them is deformed and the other won't stop twitching.
"That's Tubbo! That is who I was talking about!" Tommy points to the taller boy beside him, he doesn't say anything, his gaze his glued on the ground, his hand is tapping at his chest gently but with a quick pace. Every so often he'd tilt his head and grunt. I quirk up an eyebrow.
"Whats his deal." I say probably insensitively.
"Oh, Tommy stoppit you're stressing him out." Phils staring at Tubbo sympathetically.
"I'm not stressed out." Hes glaring at Phil for only a moment before looking up at me, his hand still drumming on his chest. The other locked onto said hands wrist.
"Tubbo has tics." Tommy informs me.
"It doesn't matter." He seems embarrassed.
"If he hits you it isn't-"
"Tommy stop it! I'm not gunna hit him!"
"You might! Im just saying!"
"Tommy." Phil sounds stern.
"What??" I've ruined this home.
My gaze drifts to Wilbur whos still standing in the doorway, he still looks extremely pissy. I can tell he would like to come over, but I doubt anyone would welcome him. I think he thinks this too.
I look back at Tommy, only now do I notice the stricking similarities between him and Wilbur, besides the whole "half of face being gone" ordeal. He honestly just looks like a younger Wilbur, Im surprised I didn't notice that earlier. He has both little hands on my leg and his bouncing slightly, a wide smile on his face. I reach up a hand a ruffle his hair slightly, he squeals happily. I smile.
The other child is standing a little ways away, he doesn't seem to be able to stop fidgeting his hands. I offer him a grin, he smiled sheepishly before jerking his head down and looking back up again. He mutters a sorry.
"Ah, see. The Schlatts have invited us to dinner, thats sweet innit?" Phil smiles at Wilbur. Wilbur shrugs.
"Ah- darn. Hmm.." Phi seems to be talking to himself.
I stand up and stretch. Tommy steps back a bit to give me room.
"Man, well, I'll talk to you guys later then, yeah?" I ask.
Phil nods, smiling "yes I hope to see you soon, Schlatt, goodbye!"
I make my way to the exit, Wilbur follows shortly behind. I can hear Tommy shouting his goodbyes in the background.
"Wait--" Wilbur grabs onto my sleeve as I step out the door.