So you think you're bold huh?

404

A/N: I had a funky mess up with POV in the last chapter, if you read it before I went back and fixed it, the fight was in Dream's POV, which I'm fairly certain was a bit obvious, but since I didn't specify that, it was probably confusing. I totally didn't mean to do that, but I just fixed it so we're all good.

George's POV:

After Dream came and beat up those guys at Cas's party over the weekend, it's all people have been talking about. Nothing good, obviously. And I mean most people just pity him, I would too if he wasn't such an ass hole. It's Monday now though, and I have to go back to school and avoid all the drama. Just great, another reason to hate Dream and his friends. I don't get why Zak was so friendly with them, they're fucking weirdos. 

I brushed my teeth and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to grab breakfast. I put a bag of chocolate raisins in my bag and hurried out the door before my parents woke up.

I walked to Wilbur's house, then we drove to get Niki and Puffy, and got juice in the Juice N Stuff drive-through on the way to school. We sat in the parking lot blasting music until Trevor, Jax, and Cas pulled up in the spot next to us. Wilbur and I said bye to Puffy and Niki, then walked with the guys into the school building to meet up with Trevor and his girlfriend, and a few other people. We chatted in the hallway until Dream's friend group walked by, then Trevor's girlfriend stuck her chewing gum in the guy with glasses hair, then Jax dumped his juice on Dream's head. He flipped us off and kept walking while we all laughed about it. 

"Hey! George, can we talk?" I looked over and saw a familiar guy with a shaved head. Jack. A while ago he'd saved our entire friend group's ass after we had a bad run-in with alcohol and partying, and since then he's been holding it against us in case he needs a major favor. "Huh?" He laughed, "sorry, this is really random. Can we talk over here?" I glanced at Trevor and Wilbur then back towards Jack and nodded. He walked over to what I assumed was his locker while making sure I was following. "I'm in a coding class with a few guys that say they know you, and someone mentioned you being like, crazy smart. I'm not good at coding...like at all, but everyone in the class is a genius!" I shrugged, confused as to what he was getting at. "Sorry, can you help me? I'll even pay you!" My interest was peaked. "What do you need help with?" He smirked. "You know coach Phil right?" I nodded, "well he hates me. I'm awful at football and I'm always benched, plus, our teacher, Mr. T, is good friends with him, so I found out he's super good at video games and stuff like that. My point is, we're coding a game, and a few of the kids in the class were very opposed to asking you for help, but I decided to ask anyway because...yeah, we need help! And you're the only smart connection I can think of," 

"What makes you think I can code a game?!? And I'm busy! If Philza knows so much about video games just ask him," he sighed, "I would! But remember, he hates my guts, you're our last hope at this point. We're doing a contest and everything, it's really important!" I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. "Come on dude! You totally owe me," he's right. I did owe him big time. "...Okay! Fine, when do you need me?" His face lit up, mostly with shock. "Holy shit! You're serious?" I nodded in an annoying way, so he pulled his phone out. "Meet at room 404 right after school," I pulled a pen out and wrote the room number and time on my palm, "okay, is that it?" He nodded quickly. "Thank you! Oh my god, you have no idea how much this is appreciated," I laughed softly. "Okay, now get out of here before you embarrass yourself," 

He left quickly after I said that, so I hurried back over to Wilbur and Trevor and the rest of our friends. "What was that about-" Wilbur started, but got cut off by the bell. "Oh! Sorry, I'll explain later. Tell the girls I won't be able to meet for juice today!" I said while walking back down the hall. He looked confused but nodded and left to go to class.

~Time skip~

The bell rang, waking me up from the slumber I'd fallen into in the back of Mr. Baker's geography class. It's my last class of the day, and usually when I get tired. "Falling asleep in class again George?" He asked from the front of the class. I grabbed my backpack because I'd realized almost everyone was already rushing out of class. "Sorry! I promise I'll study extra hard!" I yelled and zoomed out of his classroom. I didn't have time to deal with Mr. Baker today. He's this big old man with droopy eyes. It isn't my fault I fall asleep in his class, he has these traditional ways of teaching where he turns the lights off, and has us sit and take notes while he gives a long lecture. And he talks slower than anyone I've ever met! It's insane if his class doesn't make you sleepy. 

I wanted to avoid any big crowds, and Wilbur, so I walked around the back parking lot that literally no one uses, no one relevant at least, and hurried through an empty hall to classroom 404 I've never been inside it, I've never wanted to either. Before today, I didn't even know anyone used the classroom, it's always closed, and no one ever goes in and out of it, and besides, this back hall is so unused I've maybe walked past room 404 like once in freshman year. 

I knocked on the door though, reluctantly, and hoping no one would answer and I could go home. But Jack swung the door open, with a huge smile on his face. "You came! Come here," he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside and to the front of the room. "Um okay, so basically, everyone's going to hate me for this, so make a good impression," I gave him a puzzled look before he moved out of in front of me, revealing probably the worst thing I've ever seen. The class went dead silent, and right in front of me, sat Dream. 

A/N: Haha, take the L Georgie.