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♨︎ Even Heartbreakers Have A Heart♨︎ [Highschooltale |Self Written]

A/N: Damn, for the first chapter thats a hella lomg title. P.S. Self Written means that i had this chapter idea from myself.
Also sorrynotsorry for the ending >:3

[⚠️Warning: Mature stuff, profanity, don't say i didn't warn ya.⚠️]

^Warnings like above will be given if there are triggers/mature/extra ships/other stuff involved.^

Song- This Feeling
Chainsmokers

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Frisk glanced at Sans from her food and asked, "Well, did you enjoy yourself last night?" She raised an eyebrow at him. Sans looked up from eating his food to stare at her with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Have you...done the do? With your partner last night?" Frisk asked again, trying to be as specific as she can be without having to use vulgarity. Sans looked at her weirdly. "Done the do...? Oh! You mean fucking my partner last night?" He smirked at her. Frisk just sighed and looked back down, finding the food interesting to look at now. "The fact that you're somehow still my best friend is questionable." Frisk muttered.

Sans raised a bone brow at her whilst still smirking. "And not my lover?" Frisk's cheeks heated up and she grabbed the nearest thing to her, which was a chopstick, and threw it at Sans who just laughed and blocked the chopstick from hitting him. "Shut up!" Frisk's current red face puts undyne's hair to shame.

"Sorry kid! It was too good an opportunity to pass up!" Sans chuckled, resting his cheekbones on his arm with his albow propped up on the table for support. Cute... he thought to himself and looked away.

But Frisk wasn't amused. No, she was miserable. "You may think of it as a joke, but i seriously do wanna be your lover..." Frisk mumbled under her breath. "Huh? What'd you say? Sorry, wasn't listening, staring at a girl with huge ass right now. Might make her my partner today." Sans' smirk widened as he looked over Frisk's shoulder to the other girl.

Frisk sighed, dejected. These were the problems of befriending a playboy. What was even worse was that she had a crush on him. The biggest playboy in the school. Her Best Friend, her Love. She knew Sans looked for the girl who had the best physical properties and the best experience. She, however, was an average. Not the kind playboys like Sans would like. He only saw her as a kid, someone to be with for his own entertainment. He even calls her that. That's all she's ever gonna be to him, huh?

Just a kid.

And thats how its always gonna be.

Feeling like her eyes are starting to moist, she excused herself to the bathroom, trying to blink away her tears. Sans took it the wrong way and exclaimed, "hey! Frisk, come back! It was a joke, im sorry!" "Everything is a joke to you. Even our friendship..." Frisk retorted quietly, dumped her tray and quickly walked away.

She locks herself in a toilet stall. Again. This was the 3rd time this week that her eyes teared up just thinking about the topic. She doesn't know why she's crying over it, but she hates it. She doesn't want to be weak just because Sans makes her weak in the knees.

Because she was jealous.

Jealous of the other girls he always brought home. Jealous that they had a better body than her. What was it that they have that she doesn't? What type is Sans looking for? Am i not enough for him? Were always her thoughts everytime this happens. Sure, they had bigger breasts, rounder butts, prettier faces. But isn't it the personality that counts? But clearly Sans does not look for that. He looks for body. For his own pleasures. And Frisk hated that about him. And to call him her best friend, too. She was ashamed.