FINALLY *SOME* ROMANCE! (also for the review asking what step-dad did, honestly i don't do rape in fanfics, but it wasn't just beating up)
You looked around the school, goddammit you fucking hate this day. Sollux had been walking with you. He looked at you for a minute before noticing the make up on your face to cover your bruises.
"KK?" "What?" "Did he hurt you again?" You sighed, slowly nodding. God you have got to stop telling Sollux every fucking thing that happens in your life. "Dude, you honethtly gotta get Kankri to get him in jail. Thith ith getting fucking bad." "I know, I know. But...it's only going to last until I graduate, then I can move out." "KK. It'th October. Graduation ith in May. You aren't gonna wait theven month'th." "I know." "KK-" The bell cut him off, making him sigh. "Look, I gotta go, AA, FF, and ED all want me to tutor them in different clatheth. I'll call you tonight, okay?" You nodded as he left. God you dreaded this.
You walked into class after school, fucking detention. You looked over at your teacher, who smiled at you.
"Welcome to detention." "Fuck you." "You know, that's the kind of thing that sent you here." "You stubbed your toe in the hallway and nearly called it a cunt sucking bitch." He stared at you, slowly raising a finger before putting it down. "Fine. Take a seat." You rolled your eyes, sitting in a seat before looking at him. "Alright, I'm sitting, what else do I do now?" He sighed. "Do your homework or whatever." You pulled out your notebook, dropping it on the desk before opening it and starting to draw in it.
About thirty minutes passed before Mr. Strider got up and opened his cabinet, pulling out a piece of paper and sitting next to you. You ignore him and continue to draw. You don't even know what you're dra- oh. Oh god. Oh god that is fucking dirty. And pedophilic. And hot...wait, no. No you can't actually like that. No no no. But, damn. You even fucking drew it in meme format. Oh god. You noticed Mr. Strider leaning over to look at it, you quickly tore it out of your notebook and shoved it into your pocket. You honestly didn't realize you had a fanfiction under it. God what the fuck is wrong with you.
You quickly closed the notebook, blushing furiously. He looked at you for a minute before standing up and sighing. "Mr. Vantas, can you help me move these desks for tomorrow?" You sighed, getting up and looking at him. "Sure, how can I help?" He looked over at you and smiled, gesturing towards the desks.
"Well as you can see, I need to move the desks so there's an aisle to walk through. Just one big aisle." You nodded, fuck you can do that.
You leaned on the desk in the very back, you had just finished moving all the desks. "Fucking hell." You sighed, soon seeing two hands almost as pale as yours get set on the desk, sitting in between yourself and your hands. You looked up and saw Mr. Strider, who was smiling down at you. You felt slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time, you didn't mind it.
"W-Why are you close?" You wish you could back up, but you end up sitting on the desk. He moved closer, pressing his midsection into your knees, leaning close to your face. "M-Mr. Strider, this is... fuck can you just please move away." He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "Nah, I want to talk to you." You gulped, fuck what are you going to talk about?
"W-What is it?" He smiled, leaning close enough to where one sudden movement could end up in a kiss. He moved though, leaning close to your ear and whispering. "Your sweating, I can see the foundation starting to melt off." You blushed. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You went to leave, he nearly stopped you before he pulled away, letting you leave.
You looked at your now make-up-less face, god the bruises are awful. You took some foundation out, lightly putting it on your face, not really noticing the tears streaking down your face. You finally get it finished, when you hear a voice.
"Vantas, if you want I can drive you home."
You closed your eyes, god why is this something that has to happen?