So what? // dnf

Chapter 2

Ngl I can't remember what I wrote and I refuse to reread it so you get this based on my lack of memory 😄

Art credits
Me (chaos) :P
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George POV (auto correct wanted me to write
poverty 😢)

I walked into the classroom not expecting to enjoy the class session.

"George!" Karl called out. He was one of the people in school that I was able to tolerate. Unfortunately Karls loud voice dragged some, very much, unwanted attention towards me. The attention would have been a bit less unwanted if it hadn't been for,

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Maggot man
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For

Logan

He was always so rude and stuck up. I wish I knew the reason why, but there wasn't one, he just hated me, beyond belief.

"Hey loser!" He yelled out, clearly trying to get my attention. Clearly, it worked.

I turned my head over to him, his hair was a dark brown color he had some red highlights, must've gotten them not to long ago, as they still were a bright red color. His eyes were hazel colored. He played for the basketball team, so it was no surprise he was quite tall, about 6'4. He was wearing a grey short sleeve shirt, along with dark blue jeans.

Right next to him was someone I was unfamiliar with. He had blonde-brunet colored hair, with a few white and green streaks of hair, again being very vibrant. His hair was very shaggy and curly too. His eyes were a greenish grey. He seemed to be an inch shorter than Logan was. The mysterious guy was wearing a black hoodie with grey jeans. Once he noticed I was staring at him he put his hand up slightly, like a little wave, while also giving me a smile.

"Come here," he demanded of me.

I turned over to look at Karl, he hesitantly nodded his head. I sighed before slowly walking over to him. He grinned as he noticed me ambling towards him.

"Wheres my money?" He asked while looking down on me.
(Basic ass line)
"I don't have it," I spoke, there was no tone in my voice. Though it was obvious I was terrified, I didn't want Logan to know.

"What a shame," he said, slowly preparing his fist. That was, until the blond beside him pointed towards the door, before whispering something in Logans ear. Logan seemed to sigh at the end of whatever the blond told him. Logan then slowly walked over to his seat.

[INSERT BELL NOISES]

I quickly ran back to my seat, just in time too. As Mr. Williams came into the room.

"What was that all about?" Karl asked me, keeping his voice a whisper.

"What?" I questioned, confused as to what he was referring too.

"I mean like-"he paused for a moment. "Like- what did that guy say to Logan. Speaking of which, who is he?" This slightly shocked me, Karl knew just about everyone. Thats not to say he got along with everyone, but most people he did.

"I'm not completely sure, I've never seen him around the schools campus before," I replied, not giving much of an answer.

"That's odd, do you think he just transferred here?"

"Maybe, though, we would have heard about it."

"I guess you're right," he paused. "But why would he be around Logan if he's been here a while?"

"Uhm..." I stopped, not knowing how to answer him.

Karl must've noticed I was deep in thought, deciding to drop the conversation.

However, he was right. The blond seemed kind, so then, why would he hang with Logan?

Maybe Logan is blackmailing him? With what though? What could be so bad that he's willing to hang around Logan? Why would Logan want him hanging around him? Everything felt off about this, if the blond was really being blackmailed why would he be so, seemingly, happy?

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The bell had rung, signifying the start of lunch. I was making my way, until I felt someone grab my hand, yanking me away from the sight of everyone. Once I came back to my senses I realized who it was.

The blond

He dragged me to the end of a line of lockers. He finally stopped and turned to look at me.

"Heh, sorry." He slightly chuckled, looking at me. He then looked around, making sure no one was around us. He then looked at me, as if he was waiting for me to say something, anything.

I coughed before asking, "why'd you bring me out here?"

He smiled, "I brought you out here to tell you something," he answered blankly.

This conversation was getting really awkward.

"Which is..?"

"Just, basically Logan is... uhm," he reached into his pocket, bringing out a small sticky note, reading it. "That Logan is looking forward to fighting you after school... in the park" his speech slowed down as he reached the end of his sentence. "Sorry," he said looking down.

Maybe he's being blackmailed to do whatever Logan wants?

"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned.

"Well because Logan thought you would try to escape from him," he answered without a facial expression.

"Well," I paused not knowing what to say. "Tell him I will be there." I told the blond.

"Oka-"

"BUT FIRST" I interpreted him. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what I wanted. "What's your name, AND why are you with Logan?"

He looked at me, tilting his head slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Why are you hanging around Logan, you don't seem like the type to bully others," I elaborated.

"Oh! Well, my names Dream!! and I guess because he was the first person I met?" Dream elaborated.

"Dream?"

"Yeah?"

"Thats an odd name." I told him. He rolled his eyes. I then realized I forgot to introduce myself. "Well Dream, I'm George," I explained to him.

"And you say I have a weird name," he joked. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"May I ask one last question," I asked him.

"Of course!" He exclaimed.

"Why haven't I seen you around before?" I was genuinely curious about this.

"I've been here since the beginning of this year?" He honestly told me, looking confused.

My cheeks turned a light pink in embarrassment, "thats not possible," I told him. Trying to make myself less embarrassed. "If you were people would have talked about you."

"Not if they didn't notice I was there." He told me.

"Oh," I started to feel bad. He seemed to notice this and smiled softly.

"It's alright, not your fault you didn't notice," he smiled.

"Well, I should be on my way now," I told Dream, as I was getting up, still feeling bad.

"It was nice meeting you George!" He grabbed my hand again, shaking it.

I started walking away from the blond.

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