The Last Friend

prologue

We start this story off with a beautiful scene of...absolutely nothing. the reason? Well, let us rewind a couple of years and then you'll understand.

---flashback---

--10 years ago–

"Hello my name is David Astrec b-but if y-you want you can just call m-me D."

David stuttered as he was introducing himself to his classmates. At this point, David was only 11 years old, but rather mature for his age. As David looked around his class, he saw the students look at him in fear, something that David was very used to. D only thought of one thing and one thing.
'Did I fuck up my introduction again!?!?'

So there you have it, one if not the only reason David stuttered was because he wasn't very social he had a small fear of being the center of attention, and since he was near the whiteboard and introducing himself with all eyes on him. All. Eyes. On. Him. David then muttered out a rather incoherent phrase which was loud enough for the front 2 rows of his classmates to hear him.

"Does anyone have any questions about me?" David muttered out.

David then started to eye the crowd that would now be his classmates for an entire school year. Many people in the back 2 rows of the class whispered to each other.

"What did he say?"

I don't know, I could hear him."

"Neither could I."

David quickly caught on to what they were saying and repeated his last statement just a few decibels higher.

"I-I said d-does a-anyone have any q-questions about me?" David stated.

After some very long 'OHs' a few students started to shakily raise their hands. "I do, um actually i have t-two." An unintroduced classmate said,

"G-go ahead," David replied.

"1st question, um why... Why do you look like you're about to jump somebody for fun?"

Some students started to laugh at the question and some girls giggled but, to David's surprise three girls had a calm yet very stern gaze on him.

"HOW-well-you see my family on my father's side, had some... r-rather inconvenient genetics. And so because of my grandfather, my father got passed along the eyes and eventually passed them onto me." David declared no so triumphantly.

After some classmates had done very long 'Oh's, the classmate asked his second question.

"Why do you stutter so much?"

"It's because I don't like to be the center of attention and I get nervous because of it."

After David had said that, he looked around and saw the three girls looking rather sympathetically. And he started to make his way to his desk only to be tripped and fall face-first by some jackass of bitch. He was known as his bully ever since kindergarten, Shawn Fritz. Most of the class started to laugh at Poor D, including the teacher. What he didn't expect was for the three girls to rush over to him and help him. He looked up at them with a reassuring smile as he got to his feet and looked at Shawn.

"goddammit, fritz can't you go one day tripping me?"

Shawn smirked at David, who in turn gave a menacing glare. "But it's so easy to fuck around with you."

David being the quiet, yet snappy and nervous person that he is replied with a scoff and then "So you're saying you go around fucking with guys?"

He then walked to his desk as Shawn glared at him and the three girls had a mixed expression of shock, amusement, fear (from David's glare that somehow radiated to the rest of the class), and happiness. Everyone else in the class had just had a frozen look of shock.