CrabApple High

Chapter $: The Reject And The Rejected

{Trigger warning in the chapter!! And a lot of sadstuck...SorryNotSorry}

==> Be The Now Worried Crabby Person

“Dave?” I don’t think he noticed, but he was crying. Silently of course, but still crying. Then he smiled. The fuck?

“You actually said my name.” Idiot.

“Yeah I did. Whoopty-doo. Now, why the hell are you crying?”

“What? I’m crying? When the hell did that happen?” God, he’s so fucking clueless.

“When those assholes left.” He only shrugged and wiped away his tears. With his stupid ass shades still on. “Ok, now that we established that you’re crying, would you care to explain why you’re so upset?” He shrugged again.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going back to class now.”

“No you’re not. Dave get back here!”

“No can do. I have work to do. I don’t have time to talk about unnecessary feelings.” Then he left. What the fuck? Fuck Strider and his emotionless persona he tries to keep. Fuck him. Fuck everything. I just wanted answers for once in my life about someone else! God dammit!

I ran out the door and looked around for that asshat. There he is. Not too far. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

"Dave. Please talk to me." He didn't turn around, but I heard him sigh.

"Fine. I fucked up, ok? That's what's wrong. I tried to make you happy. That's what I was trying to do. And I failed. I just wanted to see you happy for once." He shook his arm free and walked off again.

I didn't go after him this time. I just stood there. Stunned. He wanted me to be happy?  I fucking blew him off and all he could think about was making me happy? I must look like a complete ass.

I went back to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and cried again. Dave didn't fuck anything up. I did. I mess up everything. He just wanted to help and I acted like a jerk.

I stayed there the entire school day. I didn't come out until around twenty minutes after school actually ended.

I walked out the doors and was met with a black and red convertible. Again. He waited for me? Why?

"Wanna ride home?" He asked, standing up straight from leaning on his car.

I don't know why, but I just cried again. I never answered. Strider didn't seem to mind. Its like he was expecting me too. He came over and hugged me. I didn't move, other than to bury my face in his chest and continue to cry.

We stayed like this for a while. Until he spoke up again.

"Wanna go home now?" I nodded. He let go and we got into his car.

And he drove me home.

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It's a good thing its Friday. I wouldn't be able to show my face in school for another day after that.

I feel terrible. I hurt Dave, and I didn't even care that I did at the time. That's what's most upsetting. I didn't even realize it until he said he wanted me happy.

What kind of friend am I? Not a very good one, I'll tell you that much.

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the clock.

"Only seven-thirty?" I sighed. This nights just going by slowly. I just want it to end. I just want everything to end really. No more sadness. No more me messing up. No more me in general.