So you think you're bold huh?

The detention room

A/N: I feel so bad because I'm traveling and I'm not able to get out good quality updates ToT plus it's taken me so long to finish the chapter I'm so sorry TOT I promise I'll do better with the typos and shit when I get home and I can use my computer instead of my phone. I love you guys and thanks so much for the support y'all are awesome:3

George's POV:

"You're lucky I'm not suspending you," the school counselor told me while I sat in her office. "Why aren't you? I beat someone up," she sighed and looked at me with a sympathetic look. "Because I know you, George, you wouldn't punch a kid if you didn't have a good reason." I groaned and situated myself in the uncomfortable office chairs. "You did, didn't you?" I nodded awkwardly and stared down at my lap. I was worried if I kept staring, I'd burn holes through my thighs. "Well...what was it??" She asked after a while.

I've known this counselor since I came to this school in freshman year. I had to change districts, not just schools so it was a more complicated process that my parents didn't have a huge part in, since they were in London, so she helped out a lot. She's also helped me throughout high school, so we've gotten kind of close I guess. At least that's what she thinks. "Trevor's just annoying," I told her. She scoffed, "what did he do that was annoying?" I shrugged. "You can tell me, George, we're buddies," she laughed in a middle-aged woman kind of way that made me kind of cringe. "Haven't guys ever done something gross to your best friends? If anyone should be getting suspended it's Trevor!" She looked concerned. "Did he do something I should know about?" I shook my head side to side. "No it's fine he was just being a dick to my friend," she frowned and clicked through a few tabs on her computer. "Well I'll let you go then, but you have detention after school alright?" I nodded tiredly. "Now go clean up your hands and get to class," I glanced down at the blood on my knuckles. I almost forgot, but as soon as I remembered, they stung and felt gross. "Right...thanks," I mumbled and stood up to leave, making up some dignity before facing my friends again.

~Time skip~

"Alright then. Detention." I muttered to myself while heading to the room I've only ever been in once in my freshman year for a teacher's aid class. I've never gotten detention so this was pretty terrifying territory for me. Despite that, I swallowed my gut and swung open the door to the detention room.

"George?!?"

Well shit.

Dream's POV:

The atmosphere in the detention room was completely horrible. Nick sat on the completely opposite side of the room from me and the teacher wasn't there yet. So it was just me and the very guy who put me in this place. Awkward, I know.

Except, after a few minutes, the door swung open. I expected it to be a teacher but when I looked up and saw the stocky-looking brunette walk into the room I was beyond surprised. "George?!?" He froze in the doorframe and smiled awkwardly with a nervous wave. "What the hell would you ever do to get in here??" I asked, noticing Nick's annoyed face now that George was here. "I beat up Trevor Wilson." He said in a tired voice, making both Nick and I nearly choke. "You're kidding?!?" Nick asked right away. "No, I'm not and I'd like to forget it so shut up." He slumped down in the chair next to me and slammed his head down on the desk. I snickered and shoved his head a little, earning an annoyed glare from his beautiful brown eyes. "What a badass," he rolled his eyes. "I'm never living that down huh? It was in front of the whole school!!" I couldn't help the burst of laughter from escaping my lips. "Stop laughing!" He whined and looked up at me.

I smiled down at him, almost noticing a slight pink tone on his cheeks and ears, but blaming it on my imagination in the end.

"Ayo!" I looked up and saw Quackity and Karl running into detention. Nick smiled up at them, and I stared down at my desk awkwardly. They weren't exactly too thrilled with me at the moment. George groaned and turned to face me. We waited in silence while Nick and the guys joked around like idiots, a random guy I sort of recognized joined us around the time the teacher got there. She took us to the library and told us to organize the books, then she left us there. I didn't really think putting a bunch of kids in detention then just leaving them in a library, completely unsupervised, was really a good idea- but I'm not in a position to judge.

"Alright! So, what did all you guys do to get in here??" The guy asked and hoisted himself up on top of a table. "Georgie beat up Trevor Wilson," I told him, which didn't seem to phase him at all. "Hmm, I heard about that!" He said after a while. "What about the rest of you punks?" Quackity and Karl started giggling. "We pantsed our teacher," Karl said while laughing, which made Nick and Quackity laugh even harder. I scoffed and gave George a look. I noticed that he looked a little upset, but I decided to pester him about it when he comes over to my house after school. If he comes over to my house, that is. I hope he still will, but his head seems to be doing well and I'm sure he misses his big nice house.

"Word around the school is that Nick and Dream got caught having sex," I rolled my eyes and Nick nearly vomited while Karl and Quackity laughed harder than I think they've ever laughed. "How do rumors even spread that quick!?!?" I shouted while standing up. I noticed that even George was laughing. What an ass.

"Oh so that's not true??" I groaned. "No! No, like actually the complete opposite of that happened!" Nick yelled. Karl and Quackity evidently cringed at us, and I sighed knowing he hated my guys right now. "What about you...?" I struggled to remember his name. "Max, Max B. I cussed out my English teacher because he wouldn't let me play music in class," I laughed a little. "Don't judge me! Im on my period and my Minecraft server crashed last night and I can't fucking fix it! I'm in a bad mood," George and me made eye contact. "I could probably help you," George told him. "Really?? That would be awesome!" I laughed and stared at George, then over at Max. "You can come over to my house after school," He cringed. "Isn't your house like some sex dungeon??" I slammed my head against the desk and everyone started laughing again. "Why haven't you taken me into your sex dungeon Dream!?" George joked, which made me a little flustered. "Even if I had one I wouldn't take you there, it's a private space, Georgie," He laughed while rolling his eyes.

George's POV:

"Hey, we should play a game!" Max shouted out. We'd all been organizing books and talking for almost 10 minutes. Which doesn't sound long, but it felt long. "Like what?" Quackity asked, completely disinterested. I didn't really know Quackity, and I didn't really like him either. He was annoying in class and talked too loud. I didn't like Nick either, he was quiet and had a rude-looking face. Dream was alright though- to be honest, I'm afraid he's becoming too comfortable to me.

"I don't know...truth or dare!" I rolled my eyes and went back to the bookshelf I was working on. "Sure!" Karl said, far too excitedly for my liking. Now I knew I'd be roped into this. "I'm down I guess," Dream added and made his way over to the table in the middle of the room. I followed him because I suddenly felt incredibly awkward. Everyone else gathered and Max joined us with a smirk plastered on his face. "Okay! Truth or dare...Nick!" He groaned. "Truth."

"Have you ever been in love?" Max asked. "...Yeah," Nick hesitated at first, but I think he answered truthfully. Why would you lie and say you have been in love anyway?

Dream and Nick seemed to make eye contact and I wondered if something happened between them. Maybe that's why the air seemed so thick when I got here. Except I know they're best friends, anyone who knows these two knows how close they are. No one can even scratch the surface of their friendship, not even Quackity, Karl, and Bad. I cringed after realizing how much I knew about this friend group. It's a little embarrassing, to tell the truth. But I can't completely lie to myself and say I don't ever kind of care about Dream. If I was ready to admit it to myself I could even say there's more than a 'kind of caring' with Dream.

I scolded myself for letting that thought cross my mind. Whether it was true or not I wouldn't let myself admit it.

A/N: Oh god, now we embark on the journey of "do I like him?!?" so that's exciting right?

Fun fact: Max B is actually my twin brother:) He loves the dsmp as well and I needed a character for this part so I used him:D I know I'm so creative guys.