==== Be the really nerdy shy kid.
The raven haired boy sighed, slumping down into his seat a little further. He scanned the room quickly with his blue eyes, in search of his teacher. The guy was almost 10 minutes late! And biology was this young man's favorite subject! The kid sighed, crossing his arms on his desk and sitting his head on them gently. The constant chatter of the school mates drove him wild all the time, and they knew it. John tightly gripped his wrists, shutting his eyes and the world out. Only comforted by the familiar pitch black solitude that wrapped around him. However, this didn't last too long, he straightened back out within seconds at the sound of the door opening.
The ink haired kid squinted at this, a boy, not much taller than him, came striding in. The boy's hair was a golden tanned look, which seemed ridiculous since it was winter. He had the oddest bunch of freckles littering his face, a poker face, he might add. He had on way too tight skinny jeans, and a pair of weird sunglasses. His shirt was kind of bland, red sleeves with a white torso. Yet on his chest there was a broken record type thing John noted. 'Tool', is how the dark haired boy titled the newcomer. He decided to ignore the guy, and pay attention to his teacher, Mr. English. "Sorry for being late class! I merely had a run in with our new student! He's very stubborn to take off his sunglasses, though. Everyone, we're going to play the greeting game!" This earned many groans, one from even the dark haired boy.
" Since you're new to our class, I'll explain, the greeting game is where we go around and give our names with a hobby we like." Mr. English explained, the almost albino kid just stared at him through the shades. "I'll go first! Hello class, My name is Jake English, and I love biology. Your turn!" Mr. English exclaimed, looking rather pleased with it all. The kid shuffled, before looking at the class. At least the black haired kid thought he was. "Uh.. Okay? My names Dave-" this caused many girls to swoon and chat quietly to each other, "-Strider, and uh, I like to rap?" The guy named Dave muttered, shrugging his shoulders before tucking his hands in his pockets. This made more girls squeal, The guy growled, slamming his head back down on the desk. He hated this, another douchenoodle to bully him some more. It took awhile before he heard, " Mr. Egbert it's your turn!" The raven haired sighed, lifting his head and fixing his glasses.
"My name is John Egbert-" "Egderp!" A peer laughed out, earning more laughs. John clinched his fists, "and that's all you need to know about me." John hissed out through his clinched teeth, emphasizing the you. The kid named Dave raised his eyebrows at this, barely visible. Mr. English sighed, but moved on from John. John stared at the blonde kid, inspecting him a little more. It was kind of ironic that his name was Dave, John's best friend online was named Dave too. However, he knew he wouldn't befriend this Dave, he was most likely another person to add into his 'going to bully me' group. John looked at the tanned guy, who oddly seemed to be staring right back at him. He couldn't see his eyes, but they seemed almost piercing to his soul. John squinted at him, attempting to look past the glasses with no avail. He sighed, laying his forehead down on the desk, but far enough down his desk to text. He took out his shabby little flip phone and opened pesterchum, better late than never to attempt to talk to the gang he guessed.
-ectoBiologist (EB) began pestering turntechGodhead (TG)-
EB: dave! : B
EB: theres a new dave in my class!
EB: so i can see a dave but talk to another dave
EB: wow too many daves
EB: but i doubt we'll be friends like me and you..
EB: he looks like a douche
EB: anyhow im sure your busy with your bro and stuff
EB: do you even go to school?
EB: i doubt you do
EB: too busy with puppets or something
EB: ..
EB: bye!
-ectobiologist (EB) ceased pestering turntechGodhead (TG).-
He sighed, flipping the phone closed before stuffing it back into his pocket. "Now that we've all introduced ourselves, you may take a seat by Karkat over there." Mr. English motioned to Dave, who, John noted, was still locked onto him. Dave shrugged, walking away from the teacher. The golden haired kid sat down in front if John, next to Karkat. John hated this, it's almost as if the world was working against him. Dave instantly slumped down in the chair, checking his texts on his phone. Dave sat up a bit, adjusting his sunglasses from what John could tell. Dave tucked his phone into his jean's pocket before twisting to face John. "Aw, man. Do I really look like that much of a douche?" He asked blankly, now that he was closer John could see his crimson eyes peering at him.
"..What?" John muttered, blinking at the red-eyed boy. Dave groaned rolling his eyes before ripping out his iPhone to show the bright blue texts.
"EB said I looked like a douche." Dave said, staring right into john's eyes. John shifted uncomfortably before barely saying, "Turn... Tur-TurntechGodhead?" While looking back and forth from him to the phone. "That's me, Dave Strider in the flesh! Just as cool as you expected, no doubt." Dave gloated, winking a crimson eye behind the shades. "Holy hell.. Why're you here?" John choked out, his heart rate spiraling out of control. He felt sick, he had said Dave looked like a douche and didn't even want to be his friend. Yet here was Dave, staring qt him square in the eye challengingly(THIS WANTED TO AUTOCORRECT TO ENCHANTINGLY IMA PEE). "My brother got a new job out here as a dj at some random club. He seemed kinda in a hurry to move over here. So bam in the middle of the night we packed up our shit from Texas and became townspeople. This lead me to here in your class, looking like a douche." Dave replied coolly, shrugging his shoulders dully.
"O-oh.." John barely breathed out, he could die right there and now. Dave was cool, and a nice guy, but John just tossed him aside based off looks. Not even talking to him, John latched one hand to his other wrist, yanking the blue hoodie's sleeve down even more. There was no way he'd let Dave see his scars, and newly made slices. Of course Dave had already seen how shallow you are, John bitterly thought biting on his bottom lip. "Uh, yo John, you okay there?" Dave asked, waving a hand dumbly in front of John's face, a few inches away. John opened his mouth but shook his head, "I'm okay. Just in.. Shock?" John blabbered out, it didn't even sound like words. He felt awful, He had always wanted to meet Jade and Dave in real life, but at the same time he didn't.. And definitely not as a surprise! "Ah, seeing the Strider family tends to have that effect on everyone. Ladies seem to have their breath taken away when they see me. It's a shame I don't have time for them.." Dave sighed, rolling his eyes n a dramatic fashion before propping his head up on John's desk, slouching over quite a bit.
"You.. You don't look like a douche.." John whispered out quietly, suddenly moving his eyes to his fingers that were fiddling with his hoodie's pocket. Dave laughed at this, "Fuck if I care, so long as I'm the coolest douche right? Which we all know is pretty true." he added, shrugging it off almost instantly. John breathed out shallowly, slowly looking back up to Dave's fiery eyes. "Dave.." He muttered, staring blankly at him, "Sup Egbert." Dave answered coolly, cocking a eyebrow up a bit. "Why the hell are your eyes red?" John inquired quietly. Dave blinked, and sat up at this while looking around the room. "Uh.. Because I'm clearly a very hot guy, even my eyes know it so they choose to be red." Dave told him, looking back at John with a wink. John laughed at this, "Hey, Anyhow, This is the last class right?", "Yeah?", "Wanna come over to the Strider home tonight? I mean we're not completely unpacked and shit but it's still fucking cool." Dave asked, focusing his red eyes once again on John. John flinched at this, This was weird, too weird. He had just met Dave for the first time and he wanted to hang out? Oh god, John bitterly thought. "Uh.. Sure." John muttered quietly. Dave laughed, "Don't you need to ask your dad first?" he asked, before regretting it.
"Not really, He's never home anyways. When he is home, he doesn't talk to me, you know that Dave.." John said quietly, pushing his glasses up his nose lightly. "Aw, man, I'm sorry. I just forgot for a second there, It's weird seeing you here." Dave said, with a shrug. "Here?", "Err, Real life? You know?" Dave corrected, "I don't mean to interrupt you making a friend, Mr. Strider, but class will begin now." Mr. English coolly said, tapping lightly on the board. This earned a few giggles from the class, Why? Who the fuck knows, high school kids are stupid.
=== Be the really nerdy shy kid's cool as hell best friend.
- A/N
OKAY, So this is the first time in a LONG time I've done a fanfiction. I'm mainly active on Deviantart (found on my profile.), but I'll update this as we go. Thank you for reading ~ 3 And yes i know the point of views arent first, dont judge me.