DepressedDave x DepressedReader: Stormy Days Starry Nights

Chapter 2- Mr Shades

Haaaiiii how are chu my beautiful readers?? It's now 2 am and I'm on my 6th cup of coffee so let's go!!

Before we start though Reader-chan, i dont know how often i will be updating yet so pls bare with me. I know you want your Dave but lets not just jump ahead and jump in bed with him.

Naughty lil Reader-chan (-w-) 

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Dave's POV

After that girl walked away I thought to my self, 'she looks familiar.' Of course though my cool got the best of me and I shrugged it off. Man,those football heads sure like picking on her. I'm glad I stepped up and said something. No one should ever be treated like that. I mean, I know I get treated like shit and all but I'm use to that stuff man. I started walking to class when I saw HIM. Everyone calls him "The Man" I just call him by his real name. Tom.  Tom and I don't really see eye to eye. More like eye to fist, or foot, or locker. I think you get the eye-dea.
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But anyways, I saw him as I was walking to class I prayed to Lord he would not see me. I kept my head down as he walked past. I sighed with relief. I sighed too soon.

"Yo Strider!"

He had stopped at the end of the hall though he did not turn to face me. I turned facing him though, still keeping my eyes low.

"Yeah Tom-"

"It's THE MAN!" he cut me off. "Anyways where's my 50?"

My heart dropped. I totally spent that shit on my best friend John for his birthday. My palms became sweaty. I had to make an excuse.

"It's comin man don't worry, I uh, I had a funeral to go to this week.."

"I'm sorry to hear, but you're about to have a funeral of ya own if I don't get my 60 by next Month ya hear?"

60? Did this bitch just up 10 bucks?

"You mean 50 right?" I asked. Mistake. I don't know how he did it but within two seconds he was in front of me and he shoved my head back against the locker causing my ears to ring. I slid down to the floor rubbing my head and groaning in pain. Tom grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me close to his face.

"60, aight?" He threw me back down to the ground and proceeded to walk off down the hall. I made a mental note of that.

I stood, dizzy from the blow, and shook it off walking to class. I'm glad he didn't break my glasses. I walked into class and saw that girl from this morning. No wonder why I knew her from somewhere. I took my seat in the front of the class, two tables ahead of her. I felt as if someone was looking at me. I turned around to see the girl staring at me. She has big ass headphones on. I should start calling her that. Headphones. You may think it sounds cliché or stupid but in my Strider mind it sounds just as sick as my beats, and those things need life support from how sick they are.

The bell rings and it's now lunch time. I grab my stuff and stand as everyone else rushes out the door. I still see Headphones back they with her head down. Did she even hear the bell. I went back there and tapped on her.
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Your POV

You had your head down listening to your music. The lights were hurting your head. Migraines are the worse. You felt someone tap on you. You look up and see Mr. Shades standing there. You only call him that because of his dark sun glasses he wore. He was saying something that you couldn't hear over your beats. You removed the headphones and looked at the table.