Grian Oneshots

46 ~ Dock [Angst]

TW: Mentions of death, mentions of assault, bullying, car crash.

Requested: No.

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Grian was the outcast kid, but not because of his sexuality, position in life, or anything like that. It was because he was overly aggressive verbally, but could hold his own in a fight. He never participated in classes, and many just saw him as a lost cause.

Mumbo was one of the smartest students, but he wanted to become friends with Grian, just because he seemed interesting. He knew it was most likely going to be impossible.

Weirdly enough, Grian was attending class the second day of the semester, and sat near the back, making everyone move and not sit close to him. Mumbo looked at the blonde who was glaring at everyone around him.

Mumbo decided to put his goal to action, and walked close to Grian. Grian's face was mostly angry, but his eyes held a tint of confusion. Mumbo sat down right next to him, and glared at him.

A few students murmured about it, but Mumbo didn't move, even if he was terrified of the glare Grian gave him.

The entire class period was spent with Mumbo trying to stay focused on the teacher, and Grian glaring at him. At the end of class, Grian got up and flipped Mumbo off.

This continued for a few weeks, with Grian ignoring anything Mumbo wrote down on the scrap piece of paper he placed between them.

...

Grian sat, uncomfortable as concern washed over him, though uncomfort being the only visible emotion. The black haired guy who sat next to him wasn't here.

Mumbo was in his first period, Grian had seen him arrive at school, but his second was across the campus from his own, so he didn't know if he'd made it to that class.

Grian grabbed his bag and walked out of class, flipping off the teacher as he left. Something was wrong with Mumbo.

Sure he hadn't even spoken to him, but Mumbo wasn't afraid of sitting next to him... And Grian had gotten attached...

Grian walked through the halls, before ducking into one of the empty classrooms to avoid the security officer. As he looked around the room, he saw three people huddled around something.

Grian recognized them as the delinquent wannabes. The one guy turned to look at Grian, and just rolled his eyes.

Grian felt concern as he walked over to where they all stood. He had a feeling he knew what they were standing over.

"Thought we could give you a hand and get rid of your little annoyance. The fucker passed out before we could finish though." The gang leader said, pulling the hair of the unconscious man.

He was covered in bruises, his face looked like he was allergic to something and didn't know, and his clothes were ripped and disheveled. His hair was matted and roughed up, while he was missing his tie.

Anger coursed though his veins as he looked at the man. He turned to look at the squatting gang leader, that he hadn't seen when he first entered.

The next thing he knew, he was being held back by security, and the four men looked broken.

"Thats enough." Grian heard the chief of police say. "Grian Charles Watcher, if you don't calm down, I'll knock you out."

Grian was afraid of him, so he atleast stopped trying to escape the grip of the security guard.

"Let's go." The chief asked, glaring at him.

...

Grian glared at Mumbo as he walked through the gate. He had a broken foot, so was quite slower than usual. Grian felt anxiety for what to say, but decided to just insult him. It was a lot less difficult.