These Chains Aren't As Heavy As These Tears {Under Rewrite}

You Can't Fool Me, I Fool You

   Mason Gleeful. Straight A's. Loved by all teachers. Girls threw themselves at him (literally). He didn't love it, but it was his life.

   Mason stood at the head of the class, giving his report. The teacher grinned at how perfect it was as she checked off her rubric. The class genuinely clapped at the end. He smirked and sat back down next to Mabel. They sat at the front, of course. Candy was to the right of him. She looked at him and giggled. He looked at her, confused, and saw her blushing and twirling her hair. He faced forward again and rolled his eyes. 'The girls at this school are a handful,' he complained to himself. Candy spoke up. "So... Dipper... You wanna... I don't know... Get something to eat after school?" 'Ugh.' He hated that nickname. He looked over at Mabel, and she nodded. He turned back to Candy. "Sure." Candy squealed, but quickly got ahold of herself after. She looked over at Grenda, who was at the left of Mabel. Grenda gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, "You go girl!" Candy smiled bashfully and turned back to her report. She was able to give it a once-over before she was called up to give it. She winked at Mason once she was up there, causing him to roll his eyes. "This is going to be fun," he muttered sarcastically under his breath.