I Wish You'd Just Shut Up Already (completed)

The Crumpled Note (part 1)

Sal adjusted his mask with a sigh, shutting his locker. For one of the first times, Sal was alone.

Most of the time his group of friends were crowded around him, or at least Larry was. They were practically glued together but this time, the two were torn apart.

Travis opened the school door building, looking around the hallway that was practically empty except for a few boys leaning against the right wall and a few girls gossiping by the lockers and there.... Stood Sal. His blue pigtails bouncing with every small movement.

He was alone... This was Travis's chance... To talk to him. Make a friend... Make his mother proud- But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He didn't even start his mission before backing down just... Walking to his locker. But he knew he couldn't just go up to Sal and say nothing....

"How was your night with your boyfriend", Travis scoffed once he got to the lockers, leaning against them.

"Oh, it was fun!", Sal looked towards the bully, enthusiasm in his voice, at this point, He wasn't fazed.

Travis stood there, a bit flushed, not expecting that response from him... Sal never stood up for himself, well at least rarley. Normally it would just be Larry nagging back at the poor boy. So Travis, was a bit surprised.

"W-Well I-", Travis's word's couldn't seem to escape his mouth.

"... Keep going I'll wait", The blue haired boy said, in almost a comforting voice.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean you fucking weirdo?", Travis snapped back, still blundered with confusion.

"Oh, you seem to still be finding your words- I was just saying that I'll wait for you to figure out what you're trying to say", Sal tightend his left pigtail, staring at Travis.

".... God, you're fucking weird!", Travis slammed the boy into the locker with a loud *bang!* With the hallways soft murmurs going completely quiet.

Sal stood there stunned a bit, a crack on the side of his mask. He gently placed his hand on his prosthetic, slowly slumping down onto the floor.

Travis stood above him, looking down at him, the mask's blank expression staring back at him.

It was obvious he hurt him, and Travis could see that his mask was damaged but just stood there, doing nothing. The hallway still quiet.

"... Sal-- I-I'm sorry...", Travis whispered taking a step back. There as a difference between now and when Travis had punched Sal in the face.

When that happened, Sal had his mask to protect him, yes there was blood, but that's different than hitting your entire nervous system against the metal of the school lockers.

"Fuck....", Travis muttered placing his hand on his head.

You really fucked it up this time... Didn't you Phelps, The boy thought to himself before walking off. Ignoring the boy sulking on the floor and just leaving him there alone, in agony.

Why didn't he help him?... I mean it was his fault anyways but.... If he said something he could have made amends? .... All Travis knew is that he didn't want to be there when Larry found Sal there.

He was fucked.

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