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«Homework»

George has to do some homework he got for being late 2 times in a row with the grumpy teacher, and surprise surprise, he can't do them because he's never paying attention in class.

TW: slight chocking (very soft)
Hii, this is me after finishing the story, idk if I put this in the story so if it isn't there don't be mad at me plz 😔🙏🏻

Enjoy!~

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I can't belive this is happening again

His shoes pounding on the concrete of the pavement roared in the cold morning, that loud bang that filled the silence of the town along with moving cars.

He made a sharp turn, almost falling, to get into the gates in time. The janitor looked at him in disgust, George heard him muffle under his breath

"Tsk, kids"

He stopped in front of the school. Bent with hands on his knees he watched the hot breath come out as smoke from his mouth. That run really tired him out. He took his time to catch his breath to enter class like a normal human being.

A little bell rang as he entered the front glass door. The receptionist appeared from behind a counter. Her bright pink glasses hang from her neck, her face had a lot of wrinkles she looked 100 years old.

George tried to sneak away since she was like a blind video-game boss.

"Stop right there!"

come on..

The old lady put her glasses on as she narrowed her eyes, eyeing the boy up and down. She leaned back on her chair and smacked her lips. He knew this routine way too well.

"Mister George, come here"

He sighed in defeat and walked up to her. She handed him some papers and he signed them. The look on her face looked like an old turtle looking at the sun.

"Go to class"

"Thanks mam"

He walked the first part until he was out of her view. He began sprinting again trying to make less noise as possible. The door to his class was closed, before going in he glanced at his phone to see the time. He fixed his hair, his tie and knocked on the door. A muffled and deep 'come in' guaranteed his entry into the the class.

As soon as he entered to class he regret everything. Waiting for him with crossed arms was the worst teacher you could ever had. He was grumpy, unreasonable, angry all the time, unfair and only cared about himself.

"Is this the time to come to class ... ?!"

He shouted while slapping the desk, he surely woke everyone who was sleeping. George tried to apologise but he just cut him off.

"No! It isn't! And this isn't even the first time this week, why can't you be on time?!"

"I'm so-"

He gestured the brunet to shush.

"I'm going to ask you tomorrow about the whole chapter plus the things I’ll explain today"

"Yes sir"

George walked in silence to the back of the class where his desk was. Dream was waiting for him, smiling, trying to lighten him up. The older sat down and looked over to his boyfriend's desk.

Dream wasn't really neat with his things. He had pencils scattered everywhere, his pencil case was for some reason upside down and open, his notebook had confused notes and doodles on the corners. But the blonde was able to study that way, so George never said anything about it.