Love Like You | Part 1 of the Steven Universe Series

chapter 1

mention of drugs / getting high

The first bell of the year rang throughout the high school, alerting the young adults as they ran through the hallways like ants, desperately trying not to be late for their class.

George turned his head as he was about to walk into his first period classroom, computer programming, when his attention was caught by a tall boy with messy, dirty blonde hair getting scolded by an administrator. His back was against a wall, and he barely looked phased.

Who is that? He's probably used to it.

He unintentionally glared at the blonde before shaking his head in second-hand embarrassment and walking into the room with computers lined against the walls. George was always on time for his classes, and he was quiet during school. He was responsible and calculated, always having a reasonable solution to any issues he had socially or internally. He didn't have many friends except Sapnap, who was two grades below him, but they only ever talked when they played Minecraft together.

George tried to focus on his grades and his future career that he wanted in something digitally. He was very tech savvy and had a niche for coding. It was senior year, after all, and he had to start preparing for college.

He sat at a random desk close to the back of the room, and saw the blonde kid walk in. George watched as he looked both confused and confident at the same time, his wavy hair bouncing as he strode in.

You've got to be joking.

The bell rang again in three even tones- the tardy bell.

"Alright students, please take a seat." The teacher said as he wrote his name in perfect cursive on the smart board. His hair was thin, like he was balding, but his face only resembled someone in their mid-forties. He was wearing a typical teacher outfit, khakis and a navy knitted sweater with a white polo showing from the collar.

' Mr. Robinson '

The tall boy who was getting yelled at looked around the classroom for a free desk, his hair swooshing with the rushed movements. He was wearing a bright green hoodie, black fishnet glovelettes and black ripped jeans that were scrunched at the bottom, only him knowing they were a size bigger than he was. He also had on forest green high-top converse that matched his eyes with dirt stained laces hanging out. He looked rough, and to say the least, unkept. He started walking to the back of the room, and took the chair next to george.

"Hey." The boy turned his head and smiled as he took off his backpack and slouched in his chair, looking George up and down, then almost instantly refocusing his attention back to the front of the room as if nothing happened.

George rolled his eyes and ignored him. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt with cuffed navy blue jeans on and red converse laced in messy bows.

"Okay, class, im taking roll so listen up." Mr. Robinson stared at his computer, studying the names. "Rose."

"Here."

"Sara."

"Here."

"Clay, or is it still Dream?"

"Dream. Here, by the way." Dream brushed his blonde hair out of his face, and pulled up his green hoodie sleeves so they were scrunched at the elbows.

Mr Robinson made eye contact with Dream. "Alright." He continued down the list of names. "George."

"Here." George picked at his nails, and Dream turned to him.

Can he stop looking at me?