User blog:Ore-samma/My Gazer (prom) (no lewd)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068446/r/4400000000000453935

Very easy to write! And a joy to write too!

I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“What are you looking at?”

I felt a shock ripple through me, I didn’t even realize I was looking at someone in the eyes. “Nothing.” I meekly replied and focused my gaze on my shoes.

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I continued on to my next class, acutely aware of when I looked at people, they eventually started looking at me as if I was some kind of freak.

So I focused on my school work, and developing my ability with art and sketching.

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The days continued to march along and one day I was returning to the art class to retrieve my sketchbook but stopped at the door when I heard the art teacher say something about me over her cellphone.

 “Yeah, they’re all a pretty good bunch with their technique and ability especially Nero.” 

I felt a warm relief spread through me that was immediately sucked away from the teacher’s next sentence.

''' “In fact, I would have picked him to represent the school in the competition, but…. I dunno...he’s just so quiet and strange, won’t even look people in the eye when he talks to them, isn’t that the weirdest thing you ever heard?” '''

“Ha! Weirdo!” A passing student jeered as I slipped in to get my sketchbook while the teacher’s back was turned.

I felt my heart hammer in my chest. Was there any respite from the awkwardness of school? Why did everyone have to be so judgemental? I always left others alone, never bothered anyone….well, except the fact that I took up space and people would occasionally have to look at me.

I just wish sometimes I could disappear.

I hurried along and submitted a drop-class form at the registrar’s office and decided that I need not bother the art teacher anymore and just not take her class anymore. I mean, I never wanted to be a burden to anyone.

I was just exiting the registrar’s office when I collided with one of the Goths. It was a gazer girl. She stumbled backward and sat down hard on her bottom looking up at me with an outraged look on her face. “Hey, careful!” She said in a smooth voice.

“Oh! My apologies! Sorry!” I said gathering up my stuff, and accidentally placing my hand directly on top of hers as I was reaching for my sketch book that was opened to a page of a sketch I made of a Gazer girl. “Sorry! Sorry!” I said again, snatching back my hand.

“What’s this?” She said, holding the book, still sitting down. “Oh….oh wow...”

My embarrassment went over the top and I quickly tugged the book from her hands and apologized again and hurried along.

I felt my face burn, and heard several people ask if she was my new girlfriend and if I was taking her to the prom.

Oh geez...why would anything think I would go to the prom!

I slinked away, still feeling their eyes on me, burning my face red hot.

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Later that day, we were called to assembly. The district principle had an important announcement that would apply to everyone.

I climbed to the top of the bleachers and sat in the corner. I wanted to be away from everyone. I just wanted to have this over with. The crowd and the noise always made me uneasy and I could still feel people looking at me with their judging eyes and a sneer.

“Okay listen up. I will make this brief as I can, as you’re all about to be dismissed in the next twenty minutes.” The District Principle stated.

“This year marks the ninth year in a row that our highschool prom has been canceled-”

He stopped as everyone applauded. I will admit; even I gave a slight clap. No one wants to attend something as silly as that.

“-Ahem, canceled due to lack of attendance. This is unacceptable, and I will no longer stand for it. So, any senior who does not attend the prom will receive their transcripts after November of the calendar year. Yep! That’s right! If you want to get a job, join the military, or go to college this year, you are going to attend prom! No exceptions! And before you think you can force me to release them early, or that I can’t do that- believe me; I can. Our staff is diminished and the state school board has allowed the processing of final grades to be released to our students late, as long as it is within the same calendar year.”

He paused as people started to boo and shout their protest.

“And don’t think you can just make a two second cameo. You will have your picture taken. You will stay for the dances. And you will write in the prom book. See you at prom!” He said, and left the auditorium.

I could feel my body tremble….I would have to attend prom? This just….sucked….so bad.

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I sat there near comatose, my entire mind and body just in a state of shock that I just couldn’t process. This had to be a bad dream this just-

“Hey.”

I looked up, it was the Goth Gazer girl.

“Uh- oh! Excuse me!” I said, and started to get up. I had to get away.

She stepped in my way and nudged me a little causing me to sit down. “Hold on a sec.” She said and sat down next to me.

I sat, feeling my palms sweat and my stomach crawl. I saw her fish out her phone and lean next to me and take a selfie. “This one is bad. Look at the camera.” She said in a near whisper.

I looked at her knees and somehow found a way to look at the camera. “Good, now smile…..c'mon man. Smile.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders while her eye stalks brought my arm around her shoulder. She poked my ribs and the camera flashed.

“Wow….oh wow….look at that.” She breathed.

I felt my face burn. I didn’t want to look at it… I

“C’mon man. Look at it, it’s really good.”

I looked and was amazed.

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The picture looked like it was from any of the many instagrams I looked at to get my ideas for drawing. We….we looked like we were really a couple. My smile looked natural, and there was a shine to my eyes and the body language was just perfect.

“Hey, Nero. Let’s go to prom together.”

My eyes tore from the selfie at hearing the girl say my name. It was a completely alien experience. I looked at my knees and found my voice.

“I’m sure there would be other people who would take you. I’m….I’m just a nobody….everyone thinks I’m some kind of freak or weirdo.”

“Yeah? And? Do you know what I hear them say about you?”

I felt panic erupt in my chest and burn my face. I didn’t want to know….and yet…. “What?”

“They all say things like, ‘you’re the quiet kid that never bothers anyone, so leave him alone.’ Or ‘''He’s always drawing in that sketch book, I’ll bet he is really good. I wish I could ask him to draw me''’” She sighed and I saw by looking at her knees that she leaned back. “But weirdo? I never heard that. But me? Ha! I am the only gazer girl here, and I listen to Goth music and dress in all black and shades of purple. They call me weirdo to my face…..and you know what?”

“What?”

Still staring at her knees I saw her cross her legs. “Fuck em’”

Her tone, inflection and the words just mingled so perfectly...that we both started laughing.

“So, you’ll take me, yeah? I mean. You have to go. I have to go. Let’s go together.”

I nodded, “Okay. I suppose.”

“Hey Nero.”

“Yeah?”

“How about you look at me?”

I felt my panic rise again. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at anyone! I-

Suddenly her eye stalk moved right in front of my face, and I was staring at a large eyeball.

I looked away, only to see another eyeball- another- no- another- no! There was no where I could look!

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“I can do this all day.” She said, her voice now playful.

Trembling, I looked up into her large red/yellow eye.

She smiled as her eye focused on me. “Wow. You really are handsome, you know that?” She said as a delicate pink blush dusted her cheekbones.

“I- I am?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Why do you avoid looking at people, yet you can draw them better than anyone else I know!”

“I- well I-” I felt my face burn again.

“How about this. Can you let me read your thoughts?”

“Uh...okay.”

She closed her eye and reopened it. A small flash of red light blinked in her eye and she nodded. “Alright. I get it.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders again and leaned into me.

“Nero, everyone is awkward. Everyone worries what others think about them. You shouldn’t let it get to you. Imagine what it would have been like if you only had one eye and were the only Gazer in the school.”

I nodded. “I know- I just….”

“By the way. Do you know what my name is?”

“I- I think it’s Claire.” I said, desperate for my guess to be correct.

She gave a bubbly laugh. “Yes!” She rubbed her cheek against mine as she turned her face to me. “Pick me up at seven tonight, okay?”

“B-but prom is three weeks away.”

“I know. But let’s go out….on a date….”

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The next day at school was strange.

I felt as though I couldn’t lower my eyes below chest level anymore. The anxiety never bit as savagely as it did before, and even the gossip that me and the Gazer Girl were dating didn’t faze me at all.

We hung out, got to know each other, and I met her parents, and we listened to her Goth music….that I had to admit I found to have a certain appeal.

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The night of prom was one I would never forget.

I was waiting for Claire to come down the stairs. She was dressed in a pure white sleeveless. With elbow length gloves. Her eye stalks were arranged to make it appear her dress had a tribal pattern and her hair was down and sleek.

I offered her my red rose corsage and she fastened a rose boutonniere on my lapel.

I smiled as we looked at ourselves in the mirror and as Claire's parents got pictures for themselves and for my parents.

"Claire?"

"Yeah?"

Even though I felt the awkwardness and shyness returned I kept my eyes to her eye. "You look really pretty tonight."

Her smile grew even wider and she blinked in a show of happiness. "Thank you! You are quite the looker yourself. So handsome."

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Despite everyone’s reluctance and resistance, prom night turned out to be wonderful indeed.

Several of the more popular girls kept trying to steal me away from Claire, but I wasn’t having it. And even Claire’s eye stalks wouldn't look at anyone else but me.

The night passed as a lovely blur and ended far too soon.

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I walked with Claire up the steps to her house, my fingers intertwined with hers. We stopped at the door and she turned to  me.

“Nero?”

I looked at Claire. “Yeah?”

“I had a really good time!” She breathed her face now a bit red, her smile wide and showing her sharp teeth.

“Yeah, this was great! No… you were great! Thank you Claire.” I said.

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She sighed….and I knew this was my moment.

I leaned in and cupped her chin, and experienced my first kiss.

Our lips suckled on each other’s and our tongues danced like we did just moments before.

Claire pulled away and leaned in to my side and softly bit my ear- “as long as you want me, I’m yours….and only yours, Nero.” She hissed with my ear still in her teeth.

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She backed up and licked her lips that had a hint of blood on them, went through the door and closed it, all the while her eye was on me, looking over her shoulder.

I walked from the house to my car, a feeling of triumph surging in my soul like a rebirth of a new life, a new man…. And a new love.