My Love ( Dave X Depressed! Bullied! Reader)

Part 2

(Y/N)'s POV
I think I stayed in the janitor's closet for the first 2 periods, sketching away till the janitor who talks to me at lunch said I had to go to class. I believe I have Dave in this period. I would like to talk to him and get to know him. He seems like a cool guy but what if Vriska finds out and does what she threaten?? She won't... my life is already shit enough. Whatever, I should get to class.
I walked to class and looked away from the judgemental eyes that stared at me just telling me to "Kill yourself" or "Go away" maybe it was just my paranoia or something but I went to my seat in the corner and continued to draw a drawing of how I feel.... pain and sorrow... While drawing I didn't know I was being watched through shades from a curious blonde haired person.

DAVE'S POV
I don't know why but when I looked at (Y/N) my heart would skip a beat and my face would get warm. Just how she skillfully uses her pen to draw to how her eyelashes kisses her cheek when she blinks was just..... beautiful.... what are you saying Dave? You don't even know her.... you don't like you like that, you just think she is pretty... maybe if I talk to her I will get to know her better.
I nodded to myself and got up to talk to her before being pulled away by my friends. I glared at them through my glasses but it was too late. They started talking to me. I can't leavvvveee

John
"Hey Dave. Did you see what Vriska was wearing?? She looked pretty hot" I said nudging Dave's arm

"I guess. She really isn't my type anymore"

"Why not? She is hot and popular"

"I just don't have a feel for her anymore. That's why I kinda broke up with her" Dave said leaning on a table and looked at the corner of the room where that girl always sits. I looked at her then him. I nodded and pushed him to her. I am his right hand man and if he is interested in a girl, I gotta help him. Even if she is a weird, lonely person, who looks like the protagonist of a Nicholas Cage.

DAVE'S POV
I got pushed to (Y/N) by John, before catching myself I glared at him then turned to (Y/N) with a slight blush dusting my cheeks lightly but it went away when I saw her art and the depressing tone it had.
It's so... depressing.... is she ok? Why do I care again?? What's that on her arm? Cuts?
I took a look at her arm before she moved her arm to pack her stuff up.
"Hey what are you drawing?"
I saw her jump alittle and turn to me before looking away to her bookbag

"....A-A drawing of painful s-sorrow..."

I looked at her with a sadden expression before taking out paper to write my pesterchum but the bell rang and she went to leave.
"Hey" I grabbed her arm and handed her my pesterchum, leaving the confused girl holding the written contact. I wonder if she will actually pester me.