The fluff is almost over my children, lmao sorry for so much fluff. I've been trying to keep a positive attitude about life and fluff is always a positive. So let's end this fluff.
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You sat at your desk, writing the words away on the page to satisfy your English teacher.
Your sister told you about her situation with Dirk and Lexi and how she lowkey had to slide shots at Dirk so he wouldn't question why she hadn't touched anything. How easy could this all be if she would just tell him?"Yo son, ya kid is inside me. Thanks."
Wow so hard.
It was Sunday evening. You finished the last word on the page and got up. Fuck this son, you tired.
(Name), do the sleep, son.
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You woke up to the blaring of your alarm. You sighed and calmed that alarm down. You got up and threw on whatever you could find that was clean. You brushed your hair out because damn yo weave need it. You were actually lowkey excited to go to school. You haven't seen Dave all weekend because you've been busy and you were ready to see him.You made your walk to the bus after you finally finished getting ready. The bus drive was merciless. It seemed to take forever.
When you arrived you regretted waking up.
You saw there was a large crowd outside of the school. You couldn't get through because of how large it was. It was tedious slipping through the crowd to get to a point where you could see. You felt your heart drop at the sight. Dave Strider. He was fighting Ryan again. He had Ryan pinned to the ground and he was sending his fist down into his face multiple times. Dave didn't have his shades on. His nose was bleeding profusely. You were about to call his name out, but John had quickly rushed to the scene to attempt to pull Dave away. He succeeded after a moment, prying the kid from Ryan.Dave seemed awful, but Ryan had it much worse. His nose looked broken and there was blood all over his face. Blood spilled from his mouth and his eye was swollen. A lot of kids cheered. A few ran to help out Ryan, and as you ran over to Dave, a lot of kids praised him.
"Dave! What the hell!" You said, running to John and Dave. John held a tight grip on Dave's arm. Dave was panting.
His eye wasn't swollen like Ryan's, but upon further inspection you found it was already turning purple around it.
Dave looked viciously angry. "He was talking about you." He mumbled. Suddenly an administrator grabbed Dave's arm. He pulled Dave away. Dave was probably in a hell of a lot of trouble for practically beating the hell out of another kid.John looked at you and pulled you away. "I just got here too.. Someone said Dave confronted Ryan for talking about you and Ryan swung and started attacking Dave."
"Oh my God.." You muttered. John took your hand and handed you Dave's sunglasses. "Here.. These were thrown off of his face apparently."
You and John went inside. He told you that Kendall had gotten food poisoning from accepting a bet from Lexi.
"I guess it's just you and me for awhile. " You said to John. He shrugged and nodded. "That's fine."He pulled out a paper from his bag.
"Do you think you could help me?" He asked with a very cute smile. "I'm awful at any form of Geometry." He sheepishly laughed."Sure! What're you working on?"
"Simplifying radicals."
You frowned. "I'm in just as much need of help... I'm awful at radicals."
"Oh."John looked down at his paper.
"Kendall usually helps me but she's sick." He looked down. Aw the poor sock.
"I don't think my teacher likes me very much..""Why do you say that?" You asked.
"I just don't think he does."
"John, a teacher isn't going to not like you because you have trouble learning a unit."
"Nah, he called me stupid in front of everyone once."
He laughed.
"John! That's awful! You can't just let someone call you stupid!"
"Well I mean, I guess I am? I'm awful with math."
"That doesn't make you stupid." You hugged him. "That's so sad John, you're precious."John laughed. "It's okay, I don't mind it. That's why Kendall helps me."
You let go of him and sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not very good at math either."
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Dave sat in the office, his brother beside him. After the principal calling him."You did what." The one of multiple voices Dirk had, sent chills down his brothers spine.
"Listen, he attacked me first." Dave said, looking back and forth to the principal and Dirk.
"He attacked you first?" Dirk asked, looking to the principal.
"Then why is he in trouble?""We don't like to condone violence." The lady spoke bitterly.
"What? Is he supposed to sit there and let some kid bash his head into the ground?"
Dave hissed at the sudden pain in his eye and covered it. It was becoming more dark closer to his eye."Look see? His eye looks awfu- oh my god." Dirk stopped himself, finally noticing how bad his eye really looked. He grabbed either sides of his face and pulled Dave close, examining it.
"Dude your eye looks really bad..." He muttered, still examining it. He nodded slightly in his hold. "Thank you, Dirk, I was completely oblivious."
Dirk let go and looked at the lady principal.
This wasn't going to be a long fight because Dirk Strider does not lose any type of fight.
Overall, it was true. Dave hadn't thrown the first hit, Ryan did. Dave didn't care to start a fight, but he sure as hell wouldn't lose one.
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Auggggg guys life suuuuuucks you feeeel?
Sorry this is rather short.
Uh so I'm not trying to like hardcore get into personal life that one one really cares about, but my updates will be a bit slow.
My grandmother was admitted to the hospital and that's throwing everything out of balance. Family is fighting, everyone's angry or upset, and we aren't acting like much of a family. So I'm sorry guys. My grandma probably won't be out for a good while... Congestive Heart Failure, I believe.
Lmao sorry to my two Internet buds for having to deal wit me.
You guys like look up to me for some reason but it's like I'm super annoying, ask my friends.
Anyways guys, I hope you're all doing well and as always I'm open to talk if you ever need it or just want to talk.
I love all you lovely people.
~Admin
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