You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock.
You groaned and turned the alarm off. You sat up.
It was 7:00 -OH DEAR GOD YOUR BUS GETS HERE AT 7:15
Goodness, (Name), how many times did you hit the snooze?
You quickly got up and scurried around. You threw on a black converse T shirt and some jeans and converse shoes.
A nigga goin all one name brand today.
You put on some eye make up and brushed your hair out.
Then you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door.
It was about 7:13 when you made it to the bus stop.
"Good job." Dave said to you with his sarcastic claps.
"I liked it better those few days you came to my house and helped me hop around." You said between pants.
"That's when you had stitches in your legs." He smiled.
The bus arrived and you got on. Along with Dave, and that girl who's irrelevant.
You took your usual seat in the back and Dave sat next to you.
He pulled out his phone and immediately began filling boredom with it.
Your curious eyes got the better of you.
You looked over and noticed he was texting someone.
A
Girl
Named
Lindsay
Oh no Dave. What're you doing.
No way he's texting some other girl. You could tell by the attitude that it was your sister.
"So how is the sexual frustration?" Your sister asked.
"HA. HA. You're so funny. It's great thanks for asking. How's you and my brother going? With the flirting and acting like a couple but having the tone of not being a couple."
Dave replied. You silently giggled cause of how true that was.
"Oh it's great. The highlight of the day is when some old lady at a coffee shop will say "oh what a cute couple you two make!" And we both get all flustered and immediately explain we are only good buds. "
He looked over at you. You turned your head away, hoping he wouldn't catch you.
Wow they're both so sarcastic.
So I guess that answers that the joking goes beyond you and Dork.
Yeah you called him dork.
The bus pulled into the school.
You and the few other highschoolers on the bus got off.
The others were middle and elementary school kids.
School began at 8:30 and it was about 7:30
So you had an hour to kill.
You and Dave always chilled under a tree in the courtyard or something like that. Which is what you two where doing today.
Then something absolutely awful, happened.
Shyla was walking by, talking to her 'friends' you couldn't help but over hear their stupidity in the conversation. So you listened in as the sat on a bench, perfect for you to listen in on.
"Shyla, do you remember that stupid brunette? She died of something that happened."
"Oh yeah!" A girl chimed in. "I think her name was.. Like..
Brooke Morrison?"
Your heart dropped.
Shyla scoffed. "Oh yeah.. Her. Yeah. She was hella annoying. She wasn't even that good of a drawer or whatever. I'm glad she's gone." You wouldn't stand for this. No. No one talked about her like that.
You got up. Dave looked up. "(Na)-" you cut him off by leaving.
You stomped over to the girls with Dave confusingly following.
"What in the ever loving hell could you possibly want?" One of shylas crew members spoke up. You ignored her and grabbed Shyla by the collar.
"Listen here you ungrateful, bitch. I don't know who you think you are, running around and making people feel bad about themselves and acting like a whore. But if I ever hear you talking about Brooke Morrison like that again, I swear to God I will put you in the hospital."
Dave grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back.
"C'mon don't pay attention to her."
He dragged you off. So you couldn't see their reaction.
He took you inside to chill.
It just made you angry. Was she the one getting bullied? The one Dave told you about.
Dave put a hand on your back to calm you. You felt tears prick at your eyes. You sniffled and tried to wipe them away.
Dave noticed the tears at your eyes. He just pulled you in for a hug.
"Do you want me to beat her up?" He asked.
"Dave," you said in a shaky, sob-like voice.
"she's a girl. And you'll get in big trouble."
"So? She hurt you. She messed with your friend. That's wrong. I'll fix it for you."
You smiled. He was so sweet.
----let's time skip----
You where walking with Dave in the hallway. It was finally over. This dumb day.
On the plus side: it was Friday. Maybe you wouldn't split your thigh open again and you could actually enjoy this weekend.
Then you saw Shyla Jackson and her crew.
Yaaaaay. "Hey look it's that crying loser."she said loud and clear. Everyone stopped and looked at you.
Dave pulled on your sleeve. "Don't pay attention to her." You turned to walk with Dave.
Oh. Oh no. Shyla couldn't have that.
No she had to win. So without thinking: she blurted out,
"At least my best friend isn't DEAD."
You stopped.
No. No that was it. You turned and glared at her. You began your way over to her.
A crowd began to form. "Fight fight fight!" They cheered.
"You had your chance. Jackson." You said. You grabbed her shirt and pulled her close. Like earlier. You were angry. You didn't care. No. You defended your friend. She wouldn't let something like this slide.
Your fist collided with her face. Hard.
She screamed. You realized what you had done.
Dave ran up to you and grabbed your arm and ran off out of the hallway.
Heh. Stupid bitch.
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Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)
Fanfiction(Dave Strider x Reader) You have moved into a new home, only a few blocks away from your best friend. She died in her home because of a murder. Not only did she take away your happiness, but she took the other half of you. Andrew Hussie is the owner...
