At the back of my book (Billdip highshool au )

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I lived with my mom in a small town called gravity falls situated in oregon. My sister, mable, had moved with my dad to America to get into a good collage. So it was just my and my mum hanging out everyday, kinda lonely if you ask me but it was better than nothing
Currently my mom was driving me to gravity falls highschool. It was near Halloween and leaves of all shades were scattered around, pumpkins were lined along the road leading to the school, a variety of spooky faces carved into each one. I smiled watching the little children skip or walk to pre-school, talking, laughing and gently pushing each other. My mom nugged me and I took off my headphones though I could still hear the music from them while they hung around my neck.
"we're almost here "
I nodded and started to put books back into my bag, we had a science test today and I wanted to get in some last minute studying. I paused the music on my phone, taking off my headphones completely and putting them into my bag. The car slowed to a stop infront of the school gates, my mum wishing me luck as I got out. I thanked her and made my way into the school, receiving taunts and insults along the way, to which I gave a sassy comeback, ah, it sucks to be me. But I was used to this treatment its been going on for years, because of my sexuality. I didn't understand what the big deal about being gay was, so what if I liked guys, what's it got to do with them anyway. That was the only reason, I got good grades, I was pretty good looking (if I do say so myself), I wasn't poor (but I wasn't rich either ), so why must it be because of that? Eh, I don't care, they can go fuck themselves. I was the one with an advantage, If I had a vision of something bad happening to them, it was my choice to tell them or not, that's karma for You bitch. I walked into the science class and took a seat at the back, the teacher greeting me as I walked in. I was always in before anybody else,it was less of a hassle when the bell rang
Okay, ten minutes to study
I quickly took out my science book and a high liter, my teacher praising me for studying. After taking the lid of the high liter, with my teeth, I read over everything again, highliting a missed word or an important sentence every so often. A few minutes passed and I sighed, putting the lid back on my high liter and leaning back on my chair. I stretched and put away my books. Keeping only a pen, pencil, rubber and a ruler on the desk.
" All ready dipper?"
My teacher had walked up to my desk, looming over me. His name was mr. Lynch. He was a tall man with greyish black hair, a bald spot in the front. Large round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. I wouldn't call him fat, but I wouldn't call him skinny either, chubby was one way to put it. He wore a button up dress shirt and back dress pants. I nodded and gave him a small smile. He smiled back and turned around just as the bell rang. Students poured into the room, each of them taking a seat as far away from me as possible. Once everything had cleared up a blonde stood in the middle of the room, looking around for a seat.
" there's a free seat down the back cipher "
Uggghhhhhh mr lynch pointed at my desk, where an empty seat sat beside me. As the blonde walked towards me people shot him looks as if to say poor you. I completely ignored him as he sat down, instead watching the teacher give out the test sheets, waiting for mine.
"hey dipper?"
Woah, that's different, most people call me -double f - standing for friendless faggot. Their all dicks.
"what?"
I snapped at him without meaning too. Only now had I realized that the blonde beside me was bill.
Stupid stupid stupid!!!
How did I not hear mr lynch say cipher!? Holy shit!!! I had a vision about this dude. I quickly apologized for snapping and asked what he needed.
"um, can I borrow a pencil, or something...please"
I rolled my eyes and dug around my pencil case for a spare pencil. This was highschool, why he didn't have a pencil? He thanked me when I gave him the pencil, the teacher scolding us As he handed us the test. I noticed bills eyes lit up at the color of the pencil, yellow. I figured it was his favorite color, he always wore yellow. Even now he wore a yellow hoodie with a black brick pattern on the ends of the openings, a giant cat slit eye was in the middle of the hoodie. He also had black skinny jeans and yellow converse. His hair was a golden almost yellow blonde with clearly dyed black at his neck. He was slightly tanned and he wore an upside down black triangle eye patch over his right eye. His uncover eye was an unbelievable gold color. At first the whole school thought they were contacts. Dammit dipper! Stop staring at him. He's giving you weird looks
"s-sorry "
Bill chuckled and started his test, I followed his lead and quickly scribbled my name at the top of the page.
What is qualitive data?
Hah, this was easy.
qualitive data is categorical dat-/\~

Ah! A ball of paper hit my hand and made me scribble. I looked around checking for the teacher, he was at the other side of the room scolding someone. Idiots. I unfolded the paper, careful not to make any noise
Faggot
Go die in hell
Kill yourself
Freak
We hate you
I scrunch up the paper before I finished reading the hateful words and shove it into my pockets, sighing I pick up my rubber, erasing my mistake. I felt a jiggle in my pock. What? I look down at the hand digging around my hoodie, my eyes follow up the yellow arm and I see bills golden eye, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but he pulled his hand away, the paper going with it.
"n-no d-"
Bill opened the paper and read over it, his eyes filled with rage everytime he re-read it. His eyebrows furrowed and he snarled looking to his left, glaring at one of the boys. He quickly grabbed my rough work sheet and scribbled on it.i looked over his arm
Please go and enjoy thoroughly fucking yourself you shit head
From bill
P's meet me after school
Bill took a rock out of his pocket and wrapped the paper around it, he took aim a thew it, very hardly, at the boys head
Ouch