𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 1.1 - Ed Sheeran wouldnt treat me like this

Dreams acting a little strange, and what was on that note? But more worryingly, why does George find it hot when Dream acts so mad...?
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(Sorry I didn't update yesterday it was my birthday fbejfbiednbfendo p o g)

also don't @ me on the title- I hate the dude but his love songs are so lovey and well- George and Dreams relationship isnt...

y e t
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"Morning, class." Dream strode in as usual, briefcase slamming down on the hard oak desk and a pile of papers falling after it. End of topic tests had already been done and handed in. Now, they had been marked also. "Kacie, come hand these out." The girl scurried up, and soon everyone was presented with their work. Well everyone but one.

George looked down at his empty desk, head tilted. Sapnap was also confused, looking around the floor for any signs of it. With a purse of his lips and a small sigh, George raised his hand. "Si- Professor." His voice was too quiet as the man continued to speak at the front. "Professor!" He raised it a little bit this time, wary of the attention he was attracting around him. He didn't want people looking at him, especially not today of all days...

"Dude, just shout!" Nick tapped on his chair, looking as if he was ready for start screaming for him.

"SIR!" George finally hollered, and the man spun round instant, eyes already on George. Eye brows raised, papers dropped to the floor. He seemed caught off guard.

"..yes?"

"My paper," George's voice returned to its retreated state, "I haven't gotten it back?"

"You didn't hand it in, so there was nothing to give back." Dreams face was unreadable, posture stiff. He watched the emotions run across George's panicked face. The test was done IN lesson, where else would it have gone? For god sake, he even put it on the mans desk himself.

"What? But- but you saw me! Sir I-"

"After class, George." Mr Dream paused, before picking up the dropped notes in front of his feet. They rested on his shiny black shoes, and the younger could only wonder how a man with such clean feet had managed to loose his, and only his, paper.

The lesson ran on for longer than expect, everyone looking through their answers while George could only sit in silence. Sapnap offered for him to look at his desk, but it was too much of a neck strain and the questions were all still in his head. It was coding plug ins, the one interest George had in the class. The one test he knew he'd do well on.

"Dude, are you okay?" Sap's voice was gentle, nudging the brown hair's shoulder with a small ruffle. "Gog?"

"Ye?" He lifted his face from his crossed arms, feeling the cold trickle of water slipping down his chin. George gulped, wiping his face quickly. "Shit, I'm just tired."

"Yeah... right."

"If I didn't hand it in, then I've failed." George cringe when his voice cracked, coming off as more desperate than he was. The air felt still, and his friend didn't need to reply to know the answer. George buried his head once again in his arms, not wanting to be see like this.

It was noted when the lesson ended, but once George heard the squeak of a chair next to him his face shot up, eyes a little puffy from his sad nap. "Class is over dude, go talk to him."

"I don't want to." A large frown formed on his lips, "I'm too tired for this."

The class shuffled out, but George didn't bother to wait to the end, he grabbed his bag in a hurry and pulled Sapnap out with him, right in the middle of the crowd. Swiftly, they both found themselves half way down the corridor before they could escape the flow of students. He really wasn't in the mood for any after class 'talks' today.