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You banged on the inside of the locker door. Today was not a good day. It was not a good week in general. You would prefer it if it would just end already, but first you had to get out of this locker. You hit the inside of the locker once more.
“Hello? Is anybody out there?” you called out. You heard nothing but silence. Kicking the door out of anger you sighed. This was crap, you want out of here. Soon a couple minutes had passed by, and the clicks of heels could be heard down the hall. Yelling out trying to get the attention of said person.
“Excuse me? Please help, can you open this door?!” you said in a panicked voice.
The footsteps came up to the locker door, and with a clank; it was finally open. You stumbled out, steadying yourself you turn to thank the person who set you free. You were surprised when you saw it was that really popular sophomore; Mettaton.
“Are you alright dear?” He asked in a concerned tone.
You wrung your hands nervously. It wasn’t that you were shy, (okay maybe you were, but you were), standing in front of Mettaton. The guy who was the Drama club president, who always made his presence known where ever he went. And he was really pretty? Handsome? Either way he looked very attractive. And you weren’t good at talking to attractive people.
“Yes, I-I’m fine. T-Thank you for the help,” you stuttered
Mettaton smiled. “Of course darling. I couldn’t have just left you in there now, could I?”
You let out an awkward laugh. “No, I suppose not.”
“Now tell me dear, how on earth did you get stuck in that locker?”
“Oh… um, well I was just putting some things away in my locker, and someone pushed me in there and shut the door.”
Mettaton gave you a look of pity. “How very rude of them. Do you know who it was?”
“No,” you lied. You knew who it was. It was Jessica Anderson. But you weren’t going to bother Mettaton with your problems
He hummed and put a hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t you join my friends and I for lunch?”
You rubbed the back of your neck. “Oh, no I couldn’t. I don’t want to intrude.”
“Nonsense, I insist!” He said already dragging you towards the lunchroom.
He brought you to a table with various people you recognized, like Frisk. They were a freshman like you. You also knew Alphys a bit. She was a junior, in the science club, and was the president of the Anime club as well. You also recognized Undyne too, Alphys’s sporty girlfriend. The other few you didn’t know.
Mettaton greeted everyone with a dramatic pose. “Hello darlings~! I’ve brought someone to join us for lunch. Everyone this is-”
He stopped realizing he had never stopped to ask your name. His face flushed a bit with embarrassment. “I’m sorry dear, I don’t believe I ever asked your name.”
You told him your name.
He smiled. “That’s a wonderful name darling. Everyone this is” he says your name. “and” he says your name once more, “This is everyone.”
You gave an awkward sort of wave.
He sat down, then patted the space next to him motioning for you to join him. You complied, and took a seat. You quietly ate your lunch, sometimes speaking up when someone asked a question, or something was said that pertained to your interests. At the end of lunch the bell rang, and everybody started to pack up.
Undyne groaned. “Man, I do not want to go to class yet. English is hard.”
Alphys took her girlfriends hand. “Don’t worry, you know I’ll always help you with your work.” She smiled
“Yeah, I know.” She said tenderly and smooched Alphys’s cheek. Alphys giggled, and then Undyne called out, already starting to walk away, “Alright, we’ll see you nerds later!”
You trudged on your backpack then thanked Mettaton for inviting you to lunch.
“Of course hun! Actually you should join us again tomorrow.” He said, then checked his phone looking at the time. “Well; I have to skedaddle now, ta ta darling~!” He said with a wink.
‘Was it suddenly hot in here?’ you wondered. Odd. There was a tug on your shirt, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Frisk asked.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You and Frisk were in History, Science, and Gym together, which is how you already knew them. Right now you were headed to Gym, the most dreadful class that could ever be. Boy did you hate Gym. Well, hates a strong word, but you still didn’t like it, and you didn’t like running either. “Let’s get this over with.” you sighed.
Frisk let out a small laugh. “Wanna be my gym partner today?” As the two of you walked to gym.
You gave them a nod.
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The two of you come out of the locker room dressed in your P.E. uniforms and make your way to the side of the gym with the rest of your classmates. Subsequently after joining them you hear a whistle.
“All right, line up! Change of plans for today. We’ll be playing dodgeball. We need two captains so…” Mr. Harris, the P.E. teacher scanned the line of students. “Zack Marshall, you’ll be in charge of the blue team... And Jessica Anderson, you’ll take the red. Choose your teams and wait on the opposite sides of the courts.”
Oh. Did you mention that you also disliked Gym because of Jessica? Because she made you really, really, dislike this period.
You and Frisk had ended up on Zack’s team, which was both good and bad. Good, because you didn’t have to be in the same space as Jessica. Bad, because you knew darn well she was gonna aim for you no matter what. Frisk gave you a reassuring pat on the back.
“Just follow my lead; I’m like a pro at dodging.” Frisk chuckled.
They joked, but they had mad dodging skills for real, you’d think they were a videogame character or somethin’.
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Over half your team was out and they still had over a third of theirs. Things were not looking good for you guys. Frisk dodged ball after ball, much to the annoyance of the other team. You had managed so far too somehow, but with a few close calls. You dodged to the left as a ball whizzed past your head. You glared at who had thrown it, and it was of course Jessica. Is she trying to hit my head? That’s against the rules! You thought angrily. You grabbed a ball that was rolling past and managed to tag a person from the other team out, completely ignoring Jessica, trying not to play into her game. All the while, Frisk still was doing great. Dodging and throwing, like they were born to do it. Then they heard a smack and a cry of pain. Frisk turned around and saw you, with a now bloodied nose.
They shouted your name, running up to you. “Are you okay!?”
Cupping your nose, you mumbled. “No, it hurts…”
Frisk quickly ushered you to where all the Gym teachers were chatting.
“Mr. Harris!”
Mr. Harris turned around and looked to the two of you. He said spoke your name. “Are you alright? What happened?” he questioned concerned.
“Someone threw a ball at” Frisk exclaimed, saying your name.
“Did you see who did it?” Mr. Harris asked you.
You shook your head no. “It just came out of nowhere.”
“Alright, Frisk, you go help them clean up.”
Frisk grabbed your unoccupied hand and quickly rushed you to the locker room.
“That looks terrible,” they said as they gathered a bunch of toilet paper from an open stall. “Here, put some pressure on your nose to stop the bleeding.”
You did as they said and sat down on one of the benches. You groaned. “This is gonna stain my shirt…” you complained about the blood that had dripped onto your clothing.
To be fair though, you had every right to complain.
“What happened out there?” Frisk asked. “Are you sure you didn’t see who did it?”
“No, I didn’t.” You hadn’t told anyone yet about the problem, and you weren’t about to start. Last thing you needed was that jerk being even worse if she found out you told. “Really Frisk, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
Your friend didn’t look convinced, but doesn't push it any further.
“Just tell me if anything ever happens, okay?”
You hesitated, then say okay. You hated lying to Frisk, but you couldn’t risk them telling a teacher and having Jessica find out. The last time you threatened to tell, she grabbed you by the shirt collar, shoved you against the wall, and made it very clear what would happen if you told.
The two of you spent the rest of the period in the locker room, even after the blood had stopped. You changed out of your uniform and back into your regular clothes. The bell rang and you and Frisk waved goodbye to each other. Heading to a period you actually liked brighted you up a bit. Now all you had to do was wait for the day to end.