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HEAT WAVES BEEN FAKIN ME OUT
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New POV Unlocked!

-ˋˏ ༻ Ponk ༺ ˎˊ-

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-ˋˏ ༻ Ponk POV ༺ ˎˊ-

After the assessment, Ponk felt good about what his grade might be. He thought that the test would be much harder than it was, so he had studied into the night the day before. Once everyone was done, the class waited for the bell to ring. 

It was 8:05, and class ended at 8:09, so the students sat in silence, waiting for class to end. The boy had just put his hands in front of his eyes when he felt a harsh tug on his hair, pain jabbing him in the back of the neck.

He whipped his head around to try and catch whoever pulled his hair, but instead of seeing someone who didn't want to be caught doing it, he saw the blonde haired dipshit smirking at him.

"You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take today off?" Ponk mumbled.

"What was that?" The stupid smile faded from the boy's face as he asked the question.

"I asked what your name was."

"I'm Dream. Dream WasTaken."

The two glared daggers through one another for a brief moment before a sudden, shrill noise tore through the school, signaling that class was over. Dream quickly took on a surprisingly authentic-looking smile, which if it had been any other situation, he would've thought was genuine.

The blonde briskly stood up from his desk and strolled out the door before Ponk had a chance to even get out of his wooden pallet of a chair. He leaned forward on his chair and got up unsteadily, still slightly swaying on his feet when he felt a rough push from his side, shoving him forward into his desk again.

Ponk once again turned his head around, and not to his surprise, he saw the tall, green haired boy walking away from him, eyebrows knit in an almost sympathetic way. 

Almost.

He grabbed his things and turned around, staggering out the door with his piles of books and heavy backpack. Could he go one class without being tormented?

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•--- Ponk POV ---•

At the end of the day, nearly all of the students sat tense on their seats. The majority of students didn't want to be there in the first place, but after a day of mind-numbing quizzes and tests, the students had reached their breaking point.

Ponk, however, sat with his book open. Inside of his book, he held his phone, whose phone case was black with stickers of the supreme logo, a picture of Kanye West, and some more brands/artists logos.

He scrolled through Instagram when a picture popped up on his feed. One of his close friends, Purpled, had just posted a selfie of him in a crowd that was burning stuff like homework, and Tommy was clearly in the middle of laughing, his mouth was open and his head was tilted back.

The caption was, "Sundays, am I right?"

It was Tuesday.

As he glanced at the top of his phone, he saw that it was 1:45. Class ends at 1:50 on the dot. His breath hitched in his throat as he raised his hand to, "go to the bathroom;" he was going to begin walking home now to avoid the suffocating crowd of highschoolers.

The teacher looked up, eyes sweeping the classroom at sharp attention. When she saw that it was Ponk who had moved, she relaxed a bit, nodding for him to leave for whatever reason he needed.

He swiftly lifted himself out of his chair and grabbed his backpack, walking out the door. The hallways were eerily quiet at this time of day, nobody was doing anything since school was almost over. 

Ponk made his way down the hallway, he traveled down a long hallway in a colossal school, and checked his watch. The entrance was about 20 feet away from him, so he picked up the pace, hoping to get out of the school without having to run.

His pace flattened out as he reached the doors, pushing them open with vigor. Anything to get out of the building quickly. When he was outside, he saw a group of students standing next to the doorway.

The group consisted of the brown haired boy with goggles, Dream, a boy with black hair and a white shirt, the dark green haired boy with a light green shirt, and a blonde boy in a white hoodie. 

Ponk put his hood up and leaned against the opposite side of the building, waiting for one of his friends to get out of school, when Dream wrapped his arm around the boy with green hair's shoulders and called to Ponk.

"Hey, you! Come over here! Meet my friend."

Ponk didn't know why, but he made his way over to the friend group. It didn't exactly... feel right, but he wanted to know his name. He wanted him to know his name.

"These are my friends. George," he pointed to the one with brown hair, "Punz," he gestured to the blonde one in the white hoodie, "Sapnap," Dream motioned to the one with black hair, "and Sam." Finally, he nodded towards the one with green hair.

Ponk held his hand out to shake theirs, and George moved forward. He took it and briskly shook it, right before strolling back and glaring at the blonde boy. Dream nearly set forward when Ponk felt a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch.

"Hey Ponk!" He heard a familiar voice call out from behind. Ponk turned his head to see his friend, Purpled, with a blonde haired boy named Tommy.

"Hey guys," The boy replied. Purpled threw an arm around his shoulder and turned him around, walking with him in the opposite direction of the group. "Purpled? What was that for? I was talking to them."

"Watch the snakes because they are watching you."

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1,000 words???? Pog????? 

Yeah so I updated Ponk's thingy, if you haven't seen it, he gets stuck in the past in my AU thingy, and Purpled has trust issues because yes.

Purpled SKIPPED School 😱😱😱???? NOT CLICKBAIT! CANON, REAL!!!!!

Yeahhhh I hope you enjoyed, bestie.