Maybe not?

Chapter 2

Tw:
- slight homophobia (nothing descriptive, just hinted at)
- mention of food and not wanting to eat

Tubbo and Dream knew they were gonna be late to school. However, with no phone or watch they didn't realise just how late they would be. By the time they walked to school it already half way finished, for Dream this meant that he had a free period, for Tubbo, it meant he had English with his absolute least favourite teacher.

As they walked through the front gates they waved each other off, Dream going out to the oval, most likely to sit under a shady tree. Tubbo tried not to think about what he was about to walk into as he focused on one foot in front of the other. Taking a deep breath he looked up to see D10 above the door, it was an old classroom and the door squeaked rather loudly as he pushed it open. Shit. Tubbo hated that, hated the attention, hated the loud noise of the door contrasting the sudden silence of the classroom. Tubbo didn't let any of that show though as he put on his brightest smile and casually walked in going straight to the back and sitting down next to a very surprised Ranboo.
"Tubbo." The teacher greeted him curtly, "On a Tuesday? Now, that is a surprise." She glared at him over the rim of her glasses. She was sat at her desk, most likely not teaching and just having kids read off the board. "Come here." He got up without complaint or sarcastic remark.
"Why are you so late?"
"Dunno miss." He replied, "Must have lost my watch." There was no way he was giving her any sort of legitimate answer. She just gave him him one of her signature unamused looks before writing yet another note to add to his ever growing file.
"That's not a good enough answer. Take those stickers off your face, you're 15 not 5, wash the makeup off your face, you're a boy, but first," she gave a sort of evil looking smile, "read these rules out to the class, since you seem so adamant to ignore them."
He hated her. He hated her with every fibre in his body. She knew he struggled with reading, the words kept moving. Not that he would let her have the satisfaction of winning though, so he stood at the front of the classroom, laminated paper in hand, struggling to read the rules while looking up at Ranboo who was also trying to mouth the difficult words to him.
Once he finished that and got told to go to the toilets to "clean his face" he did go to, however, he did not clean his face, nor did he return to class. He instead wandered out to see who else was out of class.
He didn't have to walk long to find a group from Dreams grade. There was Karl, Dreams best friend, he was clinging onto the waist of his boyfriend Quackity, Tubbo hadn't had many chances to talk to Quackity but he seemed nice. There was also someone he didn't recognise. He decided he may as well go talk with them.
"Hello!" Tubbo called out, Karl recognised his voice, turning to him and waving him over with a smile.
"Tubbo! What are you doing out of class?" Karl was still smiling at him and everyone else seemed fine with him being there so he replied.
"Teacher told me to go wash my face." He gestured to his cheeks and eyes, "told me I'm a boy." Karl's smile dropped momentarily, he looked at Quackity who looked just as pissed.
"Tubbo." Karl said, "You know that that's not true, right?" There was concern in his eyes and Karl would never knew just how much Tubbo really appreciated that. He just nodded, looking at the stranger standing with the pair. Karl followed his gaze before a gasp could be heard and his smile returned to its brightest.
"Oh Tubbo! This is Wilbur! He just started today! Sorry, I forgot." Wilbur extended his hand and it took all of Tubbos concentration to hold in his flinch while he extended his arm in return.
"I've got a little brother around your age." Wilbur spoke, "His name is Tommy." That was exciting, and maybe, for that reason alone, Tubbo decided to go back to class.

When he got back to class there was already a kid sitting in his chair. Though this was a kid he's never seen before. He walked up to the desk and put on his brightest smile.
"Hello!" His voice was cheery, the opposite to what he felt inside. "My name is Tubbo! I assume your Tommy?" The boys head lifted up in shock. He looked baffled which made Tubbo giggle.
"I met your brother out in the hall just before."
"What were you doing in the hall this late into class?" There was a sceptical tone to his voice, though that was mostly covered by the harshness and loudness in which his voice was. Tubbo smiled at him, it was entertaining.
"Teacher told me to take a walk." He decided to leave the real story out, the less he knew about the teacher, the more likely she was to treat him nicer.
"Oh." Was the only reply. "Sit here." He spoke again after a second, it wasn't meant to be a command or sound like a threat and Tubbo knew this, however with the natural harshness of Tommy's voice it came off like one so he sat instantly.
"He/him, I'm 17 and came from the school just south of here. To answer your questions." Tubbo looked over, he had in fact, not been planning on asking any questions, he was more focussed on calming the beating of his heart from the previous shock.
Tubbo didn't know how to respond, he told me his pronouns? Should he tell him his? No. Maybe? No, he'll think they're stupid. But he...? No. He used he/him. He'll think yours are stupid. Ok, sorry. Just looking after you.