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Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 03:45:43 No.67857735 Report

>>67857659
A continuation of this if you did this one.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 04:52:16 No.67859289 Report

>>67857735

>To say my school life has become awkward would be likening a nuke going off as one would describe a particularly sweltering summer afternoon. Can't say it's not my own fault at least partially for the genius play of finding my way into that after school concert. Then proceeding to laugh. I kick myself again as I sit less than a foot away from the ptero chick I'd more or less spit on.
>I do my absolute best to not slip up, not say a single thing and just slide right on by. However, as fate would have it we're now science partners.
>"Fang."
>"Anon." I offer a handshake. It's glared at. I retreat and decide it's not worth it. I go right to the labwork as Fernsworth approaches.
>"And how're you two faring?"
>"Good enough." Fang doesn't even look up at him.
>"Yeah what she said." I thumb at her and suddenly I watch the professor's face flinch. Did I say some-
>I find my view forcefully tilted and a stinging pain across my left cheek. It only now registers that a sound had accompanied it. A pop.
>"I'm fucking non-binary you ape!" she shouts to me as my face starts to sting.
>I almost fall backwards but thankfully before she can lay into me more an adult takes charge.
>"FANG AARON!" she freezes as he raises his voice.
>"To the principals office. Now!" He points at the door and she glares down at me before shooting up and out.
>He sighs and reaches down to me, giggles and snickering pointed my way. I quietly feel a hatred build in me.
>I'm helped back up and he sighs while addressing the class.
>"If I hear anything about this you'll be meeting with Spears as well" He glares and they all quickly stuff it.
>I'm waived the rest of the class, Fernsworth allowing a nurse trip for some ice.
>I just end up in the bathroom checking out the damage. It's not gonna leave a mark, thankfully. I hear the bell ring as I'm rinsing it with water a bit.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:01:38 No.67859470 Report

Quoted By: >>67859608

>>67859289
>Off to math and I find the drummer and first(?) bassist as well. Wonderful. I keep my head as low as I can. That is until I'm called via PA right to the principals office. The balding human waves me off. "I'll have your friggin' homework ready when you get back."
>I ponder a moment as I'm trudging to the office on whether or not I'd actually deserved that slap. Hopefully it's paid the price for laughing at the concert but I have a nagging suspicion if she's that willing to fly off the handle an unveiling of that little tidbit will earn me a few more.
>I find my way to the office and open the door. A very down looking ptero sits right across from the neanderthal principal.
>"Sit, please."
>I do as instructed and hold back the want to scoot my chair a few inches further from my assaulter.
>"Go ahead." He's addressing Fang.
>"I'm sorry. I've had a few really bad days and shouldn't have taken it out on you. Everyone has their own problems." it's practiced and clearly not her own words. I graciously accept as anything I can do to get this over with as quickly as possible is on the forefront of my mind.
>"Anon?" His voice is asking me for something.
>"Uh?"
>"Your turn." The hell? My turn for what? I glance back to see she's not paying any attention. I prod my thoughts. Non-binary, right? We'll try that.
>"Uh, I didn't mean to call you a girl. Sorry."
>No response. Spears nods at me though. I glance between them a moment.
>"You're free to go, Fang."
>As if she was drug by puppet strings she rises and slithers out through the door.
>"Everything alright Mr. Mous?" I turn my head back to see Spears expectantly prodding me, now.
>"Other than that, uh, yes?"
>"Hmm." he doesn't believe me.
>"I'm sorry this happened and so early in your stay with us. If you need anything my door is always open, Mr. Mous." I nod at feel my legs prick. Ready and willing to leave.
>"You're free to go." his voice a bit quieter as he notices my need to high-tail it.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:09:23 No.67859608 Report

Quoted By: >>67859840

>>67859470
>I take him up on his offer, a quick wave as I'm out the door. To my utmost horror I find Fang waiting a few feet outside the door.
>A finger is prodded to my chest as I attempt to flatten myself against the nearby wall.
>"I saw you in the crowd. Consider that a warning." I nod wearily.
>"Good. Don't make this a problem." her voice is low and growling. Another bobbling nod.
>I'm let go as she marches off to surely terrorize someone else. Another quick bathroom trip to catch my breath. I hate this. I just wanted to not stir the pot. I take a gulp of disgusting sink water and towel my hands off before heading back to math.
>Through the grace of some higher being I'm not accosted by the other members of the band despite several glances shot my way from them. Finally as the bell rings and I grab the sheets I'd not even touched I start to head out.
>Yet a pink raptor stands in front of me. The drummer. He's sans the triceratops as I do a cursory glance around.
>"...hey, bro."
>"Hi." I'm just as awkward and stilted as he is.
>"Here."
>I'm suddenly handed a lined sheet of paper with a set of numbers on it.
>As I look over I start to realize it's a set of answers. For the sheets.
>I look back up to see him sort of scowling down.
>"Sorry about all this." he sort of half-shrugs at me and gives a quick wave before heading off.
>Well that's 1 for 3 so far. Maybe the purple shortstack isn't too bad either.
>That question is immediately put to bed as I see her pinning a student down in the hallway, shouting over him about laughing during the concert. And 1 for 3 we stick to. I head right to the cafeteria.
>I find my spirits lifting slightly. At least I have one person I can just sit near and not worry about them physically assaulting me.
>She's looking a bit better. Still clearly shaken and down but not looking like she'd just survived a car crash. I park myself next to her with my food-adjacent lunch.
>She perks as I do so.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:22:34 No.67859840 Report

Quoted By: >>67860047

>>67859608
>"Oh! Anon!"
>"That's my name." I even find it in me to have a small shred of levity.
>I relax a bit and go right to tearing at my lunch. I find Naomi's waiting for me to look at her to speak to me. I oblige and she smiles slightly to me.
>"Here. I remembered you were on cheap lunches." she gently hands me a sandwich cut into triangles.
>I blink at the thing a few times then glance at her. She's waiting for me to try it. A few mental alarms warn me to be cautious but my stomach roars out an insistence.
>I go ahead and try some.
>It's... it's got meat in it. Aren't paras herbivores
>I glance over to see Naomi waiting.
>It's rather good. Not something I'd make myself but there's meat, veggies and was not only free but a gift. I nod.
>"It's pretty good. Here's your half." I offer her the other triangle.
>"Oh no, Anon I'm a herbivore. I made that for you."
>And the alarms are deafening again.
>"Thanks?"
>"You're welcome. I thought it was apt to thank you for being so considerate the other day."
>Considerate? Anon Y. Mous? Hah.
>My new lunch settles down nicely as Naomi keeps the conversation mostly sparse. At least I don't want to paint the walls with my brains quite as much now that I've got some food in me.
>"My morning has been a bit rough, having to deal with...everything. Was yours better?"
>I sigh "Not particularly."
>"Oh. Would it make you feel better to share?"
>Well I guess it's share or sit in awkward silence for the next 15 minutes.
>"Do you know who Fang is?"
>Naomi nods solemnly. "Naser's...sibling."
>I cringe. God, what're the chances?
>"We had a bit of a spat. Called them her on accident." I stare down at the half-empty plate.
>"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?"
>"Thanks. They uh, slapped me."
>Naomi's hands move up to her snout.
>"Oh my goodness are you okay?" she's looking intently at both sides of my face.
>"Yeah." I shrug and try to move ahead. I find a smooth hand suddenly caressing my face.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:35:26 No.67860047 Report

Quoted By: >>67860193

>>67859840
>I lock up as she tilts my head, running her hand over my slightly swollen left cheek.
>She frets as I lock my eyes ahead. It takes a moment before she pulls her hands back and notices she's invaded my personal space.
>"Sorry! " She stuffs her hands roughly in her lap as if punishing them for wandering.
>"You were just concerned it's okay." I almost stammer out.
>And now the awkward silence hits regardless. Great. Thankfully Naomi is the one to break it.
>"Uh, Anon?"
>I look up to her from my tray.
>"Yeah?"
>"If...if Fang bothers you I could talk to Spears about replacing your music class with office work or self-study."
>I'm lightly confused. I guess I offhand mentioned I'd taken music but why would I need to get out of it to avoid Fang? Unless Fang shares that class with me?
>"Wait, Fang and I share music?"
>A sad nod.
>I consider for a brief moment how she knows this but it dawn on me that of course she knows this: She's student president. She'd know the new student's classes and her, now ex, boyfriend's sisters as well. Sibling.
>I sit up straight.
>"Shit."
>Another cold nod.
>"Yeah I guess that'd help." she perks and smiles.
>"We should go now!"
>Well I have no qualms there, especially if it means not having to willingly showcase just how lacking I am in the music theory department in the first place.
>I stand and deposit my "leftovers" into the trash can and turn to see Naomi's already exited the place. I start to follow as a bit of a sensation sticks out.
>I remember just exactly how soft her hand was. I'd never really touched scales before. It was cool and gentle. I shake the thoughts out as I join her in the hallway outside the cafeteria.
>I notice the slightest of hesitation as I join her. Her hand seemingly wanting to move. Was that the start of her attempting to hold my hand?
>I do my best to not think about it even if the ringing in my head is calling for any and all spaghetti lockdown measures to be deployed.
cont.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:44:55 No.67860193 Report

Quoted By: >>67860326

>>67860047
>The short walk is silent and I knock loudly on the office door.
>A short pause before Spears' booming voice bleeds right through.
>"COME ON IN!"
>And come on in we do.
>I manage to surprise Spears slightly as he perks when Naomi enters behind me.
>"Mr. Mous and Ms. Chun. Please come in."
>I notice he's got some tupperware filled with what looks to be goulash or similar in front of him that he slides away as we sit. Must be his lunch, too.
>"Principal Spears I was wondering if we could change Anon's afternoon music class to an office assistant period."
>Spears cocks an eyebrow at her.
>Naomi pauses her plea and takes a bit of a breath.
>"I could really use the extra hand." Wait, what?
>Spears cleans his glasses with a cloth before answering. "Well I'd offered for the longest time. I can't be upset when you finally bring in someone to help. I'll see to it." he nods and smiles a bit at me.
>I nod back a bit confusedly.
>"See you in a few periods, Mr. Mous."
>And we're gestured out as he goes back to his own lunch. Naomi instantly speaks as we step out.
>"I'm sorry for not telling you." she's very guilty. Almost too guilty. I wave it off, very little social stamina left for today.
>"It wasn't important. Thanks, though."
>Another one of those fully genuine smiles. I really feel it bounce around in my head as she sends it my way.
>We still have a few minutes before the bell and just end up spending it roaming. Nothing to do.
>Conversation ends up back on Naser, again.
>"How's everything going on that front?" I prod in genuine curiosity.
>"Well, it hasn't." she's curt.
>"We've not talked or even interacted." I can tell she's a bit upset about this but is being civil.
>"It'll work out, I'm sure." I find my hand starting to move for the patented guy shoulder-pat of assurance™ but hang my hand halfway up. Still not used to dealing with women.
>This elicits a giggle.
>"Looks like we're both a bit awkward, huh?"

cont one more.

Anonymous Wed 31 Jul 2024 05:53:48 No.67860326 Report

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>>67860193
>I move my hand into a neck scratch. Suppose that confirms the twitch earlier was exactly what I thought it was.
>We end up leaning against some lockers at the bottom of the stairwell. Naomi seems to take a moment to work up a bit of courage.
>"Anon?" I focus fully as she speaks, her voice leading.
>"Can we... share numbers?"
>I don't believe my ears. I run the phrase a few times. Yeah that's what I thought I heard. She's asking for my number. A woman. Not related to me. Is asking for my number.
>Out comes my phone. "Sure." I play it as cool as I can
>And then the bell rings. She waves off as she heads to her own class as I stare at her number in my phone.
>Reading her name replays the feeling of her soft hand on my face. I now have to add on "crushing on the class president" onto the hole I'm digging myself. I swallow and deposit my phone right back in my pocket.

Fin, that one turned into a real damn long one. Quite tired today and those were doozies so I'm off to lurk now, /snoot/. Have a good one.