So I'm back. Again. This is actually not a pwp this time yay. It's going to be a multi-chapter story(about 15 or so chapters?) and yeah. First chapter's a bit short I'm sorry. So uh, have fun with this. ~Dolphin
*insert disclaimer about the fact that I am not Hussie here*
Dave's POV
I entered the classroom. First day of school, for me at least. It was actually the middle of the school year, but I just recently transferred from Texas.
"Oh! You must be the new student!" this teacher was way too peppy, holy shit. I gave a curt nod in response.
"Yes, of course! I have you right here on my list! Da-" I quickly cut her off.
"Dave Strider," that was close. Too close. Couldn't Bro have at least told the staff about my situation? I didn't want to ruin my nonexistent reputation on the first day, and I didn't want to get made fun of either. The teacher gave me a suspicious look, but I shrugged it off. I had to stay cool.
"Alright, Dave," I breathed a small sigh of relief. "I'm your new Humanities teacher, Ms. Serket. Go sit over there, please." I nodded again, looking over at the seat she had assigned. It was right next to some kid with messy black hair and dorky glasses. He looked okay enough, I decided.
I moved over to the empty chair, plopping down in it and putting my shit on the floor next to me.
"I'm John! You said your name was Dave, right?" Oh, he was actually speaking to me. I internally panicked, looking over at the kid. 'Fuck,' I thought, 'he's hot up close.' I have another small nod for what seemed to be the millionth time that day.
"Yeah, the one and only," his grin grew so wide I thought his face might break if he kept that up. Did this guy not have any friends or something?
"It's nice to meet you, Dave," John stuck out a hand after calming down a bit in what seemed to be an internal war with himself. I gingerly gripped it, not necessarily wanting my hands touched. He might figure it out, but from what I could tell, he appeared to be a bit dense.
We talked throughout pretty much the rest of class; and by talked I mean we passed notes back and forth to each other so as not to get in deep shit with the teacher. At the end of class, he looked pretty crestfallen. "Do you have any other classes with me?"
"I dunno. Check for yourself," I handed John the slip of paper that was my schedule and he glanced at it briefly, his face falling even more so. Damn. Guess that meant I didn't have any other classes with him, considering the fact that he looked like a kicked puppy or some shit like that. The boy started to hand my schedule back, before brightening up and snatching it back, scribbling something on it in sloppy handwriting.
"My phone number," he explained. "So we can hang out whenever!" I fought the urge to smile back at his happy face, feeling my stomach flutter and my face heat up slightly. 'Get your shit together, Strider. Stop acting like a lovesick girl.'
John's POV
When I heard about the new student, I was pretty excited. I hoped he or she would be nice. I didn't have many friends, so another wouldn't hurt, right? I watched as the person entered. From what I could see, they appeared to be male. A very curvy male at tha- 'No,' I thought, 'I am not staring at his ass. Not at all.' I fought the rising blush, realizing I had spaced out. He was sitting right next to me. I think I heard something about his name being Dave?
"I'm John! You said your name was Dave, right?" God, I hoped I had gotten the boy's name right. I would be so embarrassed if I didn't.
"Yeah, the one and only," was all he replied with. I smiled so wide my face hurt. So I had gotten it right. I forced myself to calm down under the gaze of what I assumed were speculating eyes; I couldn't see them through his(kind of stupid) pointed shades.
"It's nice to meet you, Dave," I held out a hand, hoping he'd actually shake it and not look at me like I was stupid or crazy or both. The blonde tentatively took my hand, shaking it lightly. Damn, he had soft hands. Almost too soft, it seemed. Small, too.
We passed notes for all of both periods, mostly getting to know each other better and I was actually kind of upset for once that class was over. "Do you have any other classes with me?" I asked the other.
He shrugged. "I dunno. Find out for yourself," he handed me a slip of paper, which I assumed was his schedule by the looks of it, and scanned it over. Damn. Only this class. I went to hand the slip of red paper back to him, but quickly retracted it again, taking my pen and writing my number on it.
Dave looked confused. "My phone number," I told him dumbly. "So we can hang out whenever!" My face felt a bit hot. He probably wouldn't want to, but it was worth a shot, right?
Well, there you go. I hope it wasn't too terrible. I'll be sure to update regularly, unless something shitty happens in my life or something. I'm not too proud of this chapter hhhhh ~Dolphin out