Based off of "generic highschool au" on tumblr because wow its just so adorable
anyway yeah i dont own any of the characters this is homestuck yep
Your name is John Egbert and the beeping of your alarm has come to be a sound that makes your stomach flip-flop.
The alarm means getting up. Getting up means going to school. Going to school means, inevitably, you're going to have a new bruise before first period even starts. You roll onto your side and turn off the alarm, sighing into your pillow and forcing yourself to your feet and down the hallway into the bathroom. You inspect your face in the mirror, brushing your fingers over a yellow-green bruise on your jaw and a slightly newer one on your collarbone. You brush your teeth solemnly and take a quick shower, returning to your bedroom with a towel twisted around your hips. You avoid eye contact with yourself in the full-length mirror on the back of your door while you get dressed and pack your things into your bag, stuffing your feet into your shoes begrudgingly.
Not soon after that you're on your way downstairs, grabbing a paper bag off the kitchen counter and heading out the door. Your dad has been a pretty transient being in your life since your mom passed away in the sixth grade and you're used to taking care of yourself. You lock the door behind you and start down the front steps, already feeling your heart sinking into your stomach with every step you take.
It's not long before you're at school, palms sweating and chest tightening. Your mouth feels dry. Your eyes are peeled for any sign of your tormentors. Unfortunately, just as you think you might make it through the front doors unscathed, you hear the laughter and your steps pick up but your backpack is grabbed from behind and before you know it you're on your ass on the sidewalk. "P-Please," your voice sounds faraway and it's not long after that before they're kicking and punching and everybody is hollering and laughing. Everyone except you.
"Fucking little nerd since when do you think walking through these hallways was going to be easy? You don't run from us." Of course you knew that, you knew that it would happen like it did everyday and there was no stopping that.
"Just deal with it beaver boy it'll be easier." You only make eye contact with the blonde for a moment while he speaks before ducking to cover your face from the incoming blows. You don't want to have to ask your dad to buy you new glasses twice in one month. But unfortunately, it's not long before one of the bigger guys grabs your arms and twists them behind your back and not long after that you hear the cracking of glasses as a fist connects with your face. You arc off of the ground, trying in vain to wriggle out of his grasp just as someone's foot knocks the wind out of you.
This goes on for some time, until the bell for first period chimes in fact, when they drop you and leave you to pick up your belongings and attempt to piece together your glasses. Other students pass by, pretending they hadn't seen anything at all. Every part of you aches and you can taste blood, wagering you'd either had your lip split or your nose was bleeding. You sigh, shoving one of your textbooks into your bag before getting to your feet with some difficulty.
"Hey you dropped some over here too. You alright?" You wince when the blonde football player advances on you, figuring that he was going to get his own punches in after the others had finished. He leans down and grabs some papers and holds them out and you hesitantly snatch your papers from him to shove them into your bag, deciding to pull off your glasses and drop them in there, too. It wasn't like they were any good to you with the lenses busted out of them. "I'm fine," you mutter, wiping your nose on your arm. "If you're going to hit me then do it. I have to get to class."
It was a bit confusing when he responded, "I wasn't planning on hitting you or anything believe me. I'm not that kind of guy." That wasn't scary, he was shifting very awkwardly. You get to your feet and take a look at the football player's face. You recognize him from a couple of your classes but you don't think he's ever talked to you outside of calling you names while the others take turns with their fists. You sling your backpack over one shoulder and sniffle, your nose feeling swollen with blood. He wasn't as big and scary as he looked when he had five or so other guys around him, but he was still taller than you by a handful of inches. "Then why are you here?" you ask, not exactly in the mood for making pleasantries.
"I uh… Just thought I'd help you out with picking up those papers."
And then he was just walking away.
You watch him with a positively perplexed expression, frowning when he turns to leave. He's quite far from you when you remember to speak, calling out an awkward thank-you though you're not sure that he can hear you.
Spinning on your heels and head for the nearest bathroom, dropping your backpack and taking a good look at yourself in the mirror. You left cheekbone is turning a deep purple and your nose is bleeding, and when you lift your shirt you see your chest and stomach peppered with bruises. You shudder and wince, dropping your t-shirt and leaning over the sink, finally alone and finally able to let a couple of tears fall.
Suddenly you hear a voice saying, "Excuse me chap", and you're not sure how you could have missed someone being in the washroom when you realize it isn't coming from behind you or in one of the stalls and you nearly jump right out of your skin. You ferociously wipe your eyes and grab a wad of paper towel, pressing them under your nose and shrugging your shoulders as nonchalantly as you can manage. It was a little strange when suddenly the screws from the vents were hitting the ground and then a kid was dropping down soon after. You don't think you've ever seen this kid before and why was he in the air vents in the first place?
"You look like you got banged up quite a bit! An unfair bout of fisticuffs I'm guessing?" He says, and you raise an eyebrow despite being beat up in general. This was as strange an occurrence as anything. Maybe he was a junior or something?
"It's nothing." you say as evenly as you can, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "Don't worry about it."
Apparently that wasn't the best response because now he was advancing towards you. "Nothing? Nothing! Lad you look like you've been beat quite badly and I'm not just saying that. And I'll be calling a load of bullocks if you lie to me again because so help me I will drag you to the infirmary."
"It's not worth it!" you say a little louder than you mean to, pushing your fingers through your hair and looking the other boy up and down. He had to be new around here; hell, he sounded like he wasn't even living in this century. He's taller and broader than you are by quite a bit, and you notice he's more tan than anyone you've ever met that was from around here. You recoil when he comes closer to you, dropping the paper towels in the trash bin and picking up your backpack. "Look," you say, sighing heavily, "I'm fine. I'm sorry for snapping. It's just not worth it."
Before you could leave the older guy had grabbed your arm suddenly and you turned to look at him.
"Ahh look at least borrow my jacket, that looks a little tight on you and I'll be damned if I let you wander getting all twisted up like a tinkerbull in the gnarly vines of the forest."
You look down at his hand around your slender arm, startled by how large his hands were compared to your own. Then again, you had the hands of a pianist. You watch him take off his jacket and before you can protest he's holding it out to you and you feel like shutting him down again would be kind of rude so you pull off your backpack and lean it against the wall, taking his jacket before removing your own and slipping your arms into his. It was a nice sort of green color, like this stranger's eyes. Wait, that was kind of gay, wasn't it? Your cheeks color faintly and you look down at the tips of your fingers poking out from the ends of his sleeves.
"Thanks," you say awkwardly, zipping it up halfway. It smelled nice. Not any sort of scent you could put your finger on. "I'm John, by the way."
The other kid gave a lopsided smile before grabbing your jacket and trying to put it on, it might stretch a little, hell it looked way too small for him. But that seemed fine enough, it would smell like him later or something… Besides he was still wearing it regardless and you didn't think you would be getting it back considering how things had been going so far.
"Name's Jake English, pleasure to meet you lad!"
I feel like I tricked you guys because it says Dave as the other but believe me there will be davejohn but jakejohn is a must hinter for this au xoxo
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