-Your name is Dave Strider. You are the coolest kid around. No one can even compare. But lately you've been feeling some pretty uncool feelings for a certain girl.
You sit down at your desk and yawn. Man first period sucks. A certain cat-obsessed girl sits in front of you on your desk. You look up at her through your shades, that you will probably get yelled at for wearing again.
"Hey Coolkid!" she exclaimed, as it was her usual greeting.
You just nod at her, being too tired to raise your hand, and way to cool for normal vocal greetings. She giggles. God damn that giggle was cute…. no stop, you thought to yourself, you are way to cool to crush over some cheesy unpopular girl. You are one of the most popular kids around. Why would you fall for someone so… weird. She is completely, and utterly uncool. But. You're falling for her. Shit better go down. The level of coolness between you and her is simply this. She was like Rebecca Black. And you were Snoop Dogg. There was no comparison. You were just too cool for her. And you like her? God fucking dammit. It isn't fair.
"Uh… Dave…?"
You snap out of it, "Hm?" Oh fuck. You were staring at her the whole time.
"I think you were spacing out. You were staring at me."
You were about to answer when the bell rang. Saved by the bell. You sigh and start nodding off as the teacher starts droning on about dumb equations. The girl sitting in front of you, Nepeta, was drawing. You attempted to peek over her shoulder to see it but she closed her book and started blushing.
You pull out a piece of paper and scribble down, "what you drawing?"
You pass it up to her and quickly get a response, "my favourite ship."
"like couple? isn't it kinda creepy to go around pairing up people. Unless its me and you…" You erase that last part and send it up.
"but don't you think its nice to kind of have this fantasy since you know itll never come true?"
Boy do you know… "only if it involves the person you like and yourself I guess"
"it doeeeesss! :DDD Did you read my mind or something?"
No you just wish it was you and her on that paper…. "why can't I see it? Who is it you like?"
"if I told you… you would know!"
You sigh and look around at everyone staring at you passing notes with her. You were going to hear about this later. You fold the note up and stuff it in your pocket. You pull out another piece of paper and start doodling while your mind wanders so it looks like your taking notes. You have been yelled at too many times. Plus as long as you are "taking notes" the teacher won't yell at you for the shades. You check back at what you were doodling and your eyes widen. Shit. You quickly flip the paper in your notebook and start taking serious notes so your mind can't wander. The bell rings and you quickly pack up and head to the bathroom before your next class. Especially since you had it with her.
You go into the bathroom and look at all the kids hanging out giving them the "get the fuck outta here" look. Once they are out you take off your shades and splash your face with water. Fuck. You need to keep these feelings under control. This is so unlike you. What in the world are you going to do if she finds out.
You dry off your face and put your shades back on. You leave the bathroom and head to 2nd period.