Crimson hatred (davekat davejohn rosemary johnkat)

  "So who's Eridan hooking up with?" Your friend asked, walking beside you as you strode down the corridors of the school, the hallways flooded with swarming kids about your age.

"Hell, I don't know" You shrug. "Why should I care?" He looks at you with a grin and you exhale slowly.

And that was the truth. You could care less about the rumor about that faggot Eridan. Heh, faggot. The thought made your lips curl up for a moment. The fucking lie he was amused you, kissing and trying to get with girls as if every part of him was something to be sold, and it was,  but you're making bets with yourself on how long until he gave in.

Your friend's lips shut for a moment into a line, then he tries at it again. "Aw comon, don't be such a downer." He chuckles faintly, trying to lighten the mood, but alas, unable to bat away, the grey cloud of discomfort put in between you was there to hang around. His name was John Egbert and you've known him since middle school. You guys were pretty tight, considering he was practically one of your only true friends.

"I'm being honest" You yawn out. "get your ass to class Egbert, and stay away from Serket too."

"..But Dave she's my girlfriend-"

"Mhm?" The way you raise an eyebrow irritates him, but he just shakes his head. "I don't understand what you think's wrong with her."

"Don't worry I'm just messing with you." You give him a little shove. In all honesty though you thought she was a controlling bitch, and you were right. This chick pulls your friend every which way, a puppet in her web, it makes you sick.

But maybe there's another reason- fuck. don't you dare think about that. You swore you would never think about that again. You give yourself a good hard mental slap, because you know much you deserve that.

You. Are not-

The thought is slamming into your brain, not holding up the effort to put up any defence against it because-- fuck-

You close you eyes for a brief moment behind your shades, John raising an eyebrow at you. "Hey buddy, you okay there?" The sound of his voice snaps you back out of your thoughts, and all you can manage is a little nod at first. "Yeah..I gotta go, see you around man" You try to play it cool, but you knew better than to know that John isn't gonna buy your little act, but he chooses to let you off the hook. Thank god. "...yeah, see you" He turns to leave you standing in the middle of the hallway, then you shake your head and weave through the stampede of highschoolers hurrying to get to class, and all you have on your mind is what Rose said, how she said it was okay, how she peppered you in kisses that night before to comfort you, the night she ripped your inner self from the seams as if you were one of her knitting projects that needed repairs.

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That night was so fresh in your mind you swear you can still inhale the smell of her hair every time you breathe, her mother-like hands stroking your back and stopping every once in a while to nead her palms in, not something you minded but you still didn't know why she did it. But in some ways it was nice, making your choked and unsteady breathing hate itself because you felt so stupid, tears stinging your eyes.

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You had wanted to get away from home that night, because your thinking got the best of you. Bro wasn't home, and you prayed to god he wouldn't come back for a while, because the topic racing through your head. You couldn't sleep, so you spent the first few hours of the night tapping your foot against the foot of your bed, sitting criss-crossed, not bothering to stop the skipping record you had playing on the floor, letting it slowly drive you insane as you closed your eyes and shuttered, and fuck--

You dare to take out your phone, scrolling through your list of contacts.You only knew of the names there; either that or your vision was hazy and you didn't seem to care. You stop on his name, thumb hovering over the call button next to his picture, his black square glasses suiting his rather cheeky face. His face looked a little irritated, because you had forced him to at least let you take a picture of him.

He hated it

You loved it

You swore never to admit how many times you looked at it,

and never to admit how many more of him you had.

You want to slam your face right into the bed post, but just run a hand through your hair and keep looking down the list until you see the name 'Rose', and maybe it was just you, but your screen seemed to get brighter as you slam the sweaty pad of your thumb to call her, quickly pulling the phone up to your ear as you count the beeps, taking a deep breath, but holding it as you heard the other line pick up.

"Dave?"

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haha just testing out wattpad this is only part of a chapter I swear

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