Creepy Sal x Reader fanfiction part 3

Y'all, if I hear my deadname one more time IRL, I am going to do a back flip off a microwave. But to be serious, I gotta therapy appointment on friday. Slay. Can't wait to tell my therapist all my problems and figure out how to fix them. Anyways, let's get back to the hole we crawled out of. 💅✨💯

Edit: mention of the f-slur because Travis exists. 

I can not stand Travis any longer. It's a pain in the ass to sit right next to someone who stares at you with flames in their eyes. In this case, I think he wants to kill me. Sweeny Todd TM that shit. I was following the notes on the board when I feel someone throw a paper at my desk. Low and behold, it was lemon grab Travis himself. I just opened up the crumpled paper that laid on my desk and read what was on it.

'Who would've thought the new kid would be dating the school faggot' 

Ouch oh, such an insult. But for real, that's fucked up. I just wrote in the back 'get bent' and tossed it to his desk. While trying to keep up with the math teacher's fast handwriting. She looked like she was falling apart but, sis can write. I know that hand ain't cramping anyday. Travis being the dickhead he is threw a paper plane at me. This time I ignored it B) 

Until he threw more paper balls at me was when I was fed up with it. "Stop torturing me Travis! GODDAMMIT!" Ms. Packerton looked bullets at me with wide eyes. "Travis, Y/n! Outside now!" Great. Getting the teacher mad at me because Travis is immature. Well, we did step out of class with the teacher closing the door behind her. She's extremely scrawny but has the yelling capacity of a freaking banshee. 

 "Young man/lady/other, school is a place for learning. Not for yelling!" That's what she said while yelling. " And Travis, don't make my think I didn't see you throwing paper at Y/n! " I'm impressed. Ms. Packerton finally stuck up for me once. Unlike my other teachers. She just pinched the bridge of her nose and look up at us. "You two will be let off with a warning for now. If there's any trouble in the future, you know where you're heading" we both signed simultaneously and said "principles office" in unison. "Exactly. Now let's go back in. We got 5 minutes left of class." 

 After class

I was still pretty mad at what the teacher had said to me and Travis. But didn't bring it up to any of my friends. Well, Sal knew. He's in math with me. Sal recently asked me to be his boyfriend/girlfriend/ partner to which I said hell yeah. As we were sitting down, I noticed that Ash wasn't here today. "Hey, does anyone know where Ash went? Todd spoke up with a simple "No". As usual. I like Todd. He doesn't mind me fluffing his fluffy hair. :3 

We kinda left that topic alone as my boyfriend was wrapping his arm around my waist while I was drinking from my orange juice box. (Or whatever flavor you like) Larry wanted to talk to me about an art project that me and him were assigned to do together in art class. And that was to draw a portrait of each other. Not nude of course. But that was kinda the joke. "Dude, What if I drew you naked?" Larry said as I kinda chuckled. "Oh please, you'll be blinded by my arrogance." I said back to him. It was a running joke until Sal cleared his throat and whispered to meet him outside the lunch room to have a 'discussion'. Scary. We both leave the lunchroom where he takes me to a far wall and cages me up against the lockers. I was praying to any entity that no one would see us like this. Not even the cameras. 

 "It's painful to see you be so lustrous with Larry don't you think, darling?" This was the first time Sal used any pet names to refer to me. 

 "O-oh! We were just joking. But, I'm sorry." I said as my boyfriend towered over me. I felt like a mouse in a trap being up against these lockers with his arms by my sides. 

 "I know we've been together for almost 2 months at this point, but I feel that it's time to mark you as my own." Mark me!?! Is he a dog or something? I couldn't help but feel my face turn red over hearing that. As Sal unclips his prosthetic a little bit to rest it on the side of his face, revealing his whole face. I'm not gonna lie, his scars make him more attractive that other guys I've seen in my life.

My face became hotter when I felt him lower his head pressing his lips on my collarbone and abuse my sweetspot. My knees felt weak at the sensation of my boyfriend leaving this mark on me. It hurt a little bit, but words couldn't form out of my mouth. Only small moans and heavy breathing at this point. I was getting hot. When words finally could form I just whispered out "f-fuck, when are you done?" He didn't respond. Instead slid his hand up my inner thigh. I almost let out a scream before catching myself by putting my hand over my mouth. Slid it up and down my inner thigh as he finished putting a gnarly looking hickey on my sweetspot. Feeling it and then looking up at him with my face feeling hotter than ever. 

 "There's more where that came from if guys ever think about wanting you, bunny." I covered it up with my hoodie I had on and pouted at my boyfriend. " You're mean" I said to him. "You're cute when you're angry." He said back. God, this man is mind controlling. It's like I wanna punch him in the face but at the same time, I'd totally make out with him on the kiss cam people see at the NBA. Oh shit! What if my mom sees the hickey!?! 

That's all for now on this chapter. I think this book is gonna be updated every night. Thank you for being wholesome and have a good day/afternoon/night 💃

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