I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 16

cw for a fight scene, starts at 'george pushed past a few people' and ends at ' "stop! get the hell out of here! everyone move!" ' or something

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When George came home, he was surpised to say the least when he was Quackity and Karl just leaving his house. He didn't know they were there for so long with just them. It was just odd.

"Is that a blue slushie? Wait, let us see your tongue." George remembers Q asking him, and reluctantly he did let them. He couldn't tell if they were surprised or not when the blue had turned a reddish hue, sporting a now purple-ish colour on his tongue.

He talked Dream's ear off the whole car ride back to his house too, he was dripping wet and bundled up in some fuzzy blanket in the back of Dream's car and felt bad tainting it with gross lake water.

"It's nothing some laundry detergent can't fix. Soap an' shit, you know?" Dream had told him when he protested using it.

Sunday was.. Odd. His mom made him go to breakfast with Phil and his sons-- Techno included. They had them sit at a different booth, where Wilbur and Tommy were bickering the whole time back and forth.

Techno and George had to awkardly sit on the other side of the booth and watch it, not saying anything when the waitress got their drinks mixed up.

Luckily they didn't spend the rest of the day at George'd house, it was just breakfast-- And it was pretty good food, so it was worth it.

So now it was Monday morning. Monday morning. Yeah, gross. It was all weird again today, like he'd worn a skirt again. He just glared at people who were staring-- He didn't really care, he was graduating this year anyways.

First class of the day - English with Mr. Bad. He's just a ray of sunshine, though, genuinely. He was probably one of George's favorite teachers at the moment.

"Hey." George huffed out, setting his binders down right next to Dream's head. He didn't even look up, just grumbled something incoherent to him, George rolled his eyes and sat down.

"Why all grumpy today?" George grumbled, drilling a knuckle into the nape of his neck. Dream's head jerked up, glaring at the boy. George tossed his hands up in mock defence. "Why are people all weird today?"

"Stupid little fag at the lake posted that video of us kissing or whatever." His head dropped to the table with a clonk. George visibly frowned at that.

"Chill with the slurs bucko, who pissed in your cereal?" The smaller teased with a grin, Dream shook his head at that.

"Some kid in the hallway," He looked up at George with a frown, "Called me a faggot. And I'm not." Dream tilted his head to the side, his eyes avoiding George's.

"Like-- You're not into men? Or.."

"Well-- To be fair.. Well-- Okay,--" He scoffed, flustered, "Not like I'm not, you know? But like--"

"Yeah yeah, I get it, not my first rodeo, bud." George pursed his lips, glancing back at some guy staring at him. He looked away once George looked back, he scoffed. "Just ignore 'im, your social status doesn't matter 'innit?"

"Christ, George, you saying innit all the time makes it hard for me to mope." Clay yelped from under his little den, making George crack a smile.