A/N: Wow, first rated M. Isn't this quite the accomplishment?
Yeah, no. The story and dialogue just seem to flow better rather than using "frick" or other, cleaner substitutions.
Anyway, here it is.
First day of school, Dave. Stay cool, don't freak out. These were my thoughts as I looked upon the entrance to my new school. Still, personal insecurities told me to keep my shades on at all times.
The sign up front read Alternia High School: Home of the Falcons in large capital letters.
I was in the middle of thinking about how stupid the word Alternia sounds when I was interrupted by the sound of shouting nearby. Turning to the right, I saw a group of girls gathered, jeering. There was a girl being bullied in the center of the group, wearing round glasses and clutching her schoolbooks close to her chest. "Nerd!" "Loser!" "Dork!" they teased.
"HEY! Leave her the fuck alone, assholes!" I yelled at the girls, who faced me momentarily, then scattered like roaches.
Only the one girl was left. I walked over and sat down next to her, which slightly startled her. She looked away from me, hiding her face with her hair. "Hey. Are you okay?" I asked.
No response. "It's okay, you can talk to me, I don't bi-"
"Please. Could you leave me alone?" she said timidly, turning away from me.
"Well, shit. But if you need my help again, don't be afraid to talk to me, okay?" Again, no response. I gave a sigh and walked to my first class, leaving the girl by herself.
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Stupid, stupid, stupid! I mentally scolded myself. Someone actually tries to help you and you brush them off? Great going, Jade! I felt horrible. And to think the guy was actually pretty nice, not to mention cute.
Deep in the middle of thought, I didn't notice the school bell ring. I only found out when security came and talked to me.
"Miss, you are late for class. Please show me your schedule," she said, holding out her hand. I complied, pulling out the crumpled paper. Unraveling it, she motioned me to follow her.
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I reached my first class, History. Looking at my classmates, things didn't look too promising. In one corner, there were the so-called "populars" who chatted endlessly among each other, probably gossiping like little shits. Another corner had the obvious stoners, who were high as fuck, from what I could gather. The rest of class were the socially awkward people, who I preferred to sit next to, rather than be labeled immediately as an asshole or a druggie.
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher began the class. "Well, hello students-" Wow. I already hate him for such a corny introduction. "I hope you all had a nice summer! I am Mister -" Yeah, I already tuned out.
This class was going to be hell.
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The security guard brought me to the door of my first class. Honestly, I wanted to just turn around and go back home.
Opening the door, she interrupted the teacher, who was still in the middle of his introduction to the class. The two exchanged a few words and the guard left me standing awkwardly at the door, with everyone staring.
The teacher cleared his throat before introducing me to the class. "Okay class. This is Jade Harley. She's your classmate, so treat her nicely." Looking around the room, he found a seat way in the back and told me to sit down.
I took a look over the class for myself. Unfortunately, I found the same group of girls who were picking on me earlier sitting halfway between me and my seat, wearing smug grins on their faces.
This class was going to be hell.
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Honestly, I was bored out of my mind right now. The teacher said something to someone outside, some random kid who was late to class was escorted in, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I really didn't give two shits at this point.
"...ah! You can sit over there in the back, next to... Dave? Dave? DAVE!" The teacher's voice pulled me out of my boredom. "Dave, please pay attention in class. Or else you might get lost during my lectures." Some people in the "popular" corner snickered. "And take your glasses off."
Okay. That last command was pushing it a little. "Sorry sir, can't do that." I replied.
The teacher frowned in annoyance at your reply. "I said, take off your glasses. Don't make me give you detention on the first day of school."
"Yeah, whatever." I shrugged. No one, and I mean, NO ONE would make me take off these rad shades. The teacher hastily scribbled a detention notice and left it on his desk, as well as writing my name on the board.
"Well, Mr. Strider. You just earned the first detention of the year. Congratulations."
I considered getting a permanent marker and leaving one of my "pleasant" comments on the desk when I heard whispering coming from the center of the class. "You think he'll do it?" a girl whispered.
"Hell yeah! He's fucking head over heels for you! Five bucks says he'll do it." replied another, taking a five dollar bill from her pocket. The other girl did the same.
In anxiety, they watched one of the socially awkward students up front, a boy in a wheelchair, looking back to them, slightly shifting in it with excitement. (God, this guy looks like a fucking tool.)
It didn't take long for me to realize what was going to happen. As the new girl walked by the disabled boy, he stuck out his foot. This caused her to trip, knocking her books across the floor. In response, the girl jumped to her feet and punched the boy, earning him a bloody nose.
Unfortunately, her punch was the only thing the teacher saw. "JADE! How could you? He's in a wheelchair! That'll be a detention for you as well." the teacher reprimanded. Scribbling down a detention slip for her, he looked back up to me. "Hey, Dave. Looks like you won't be in detention alone."
What an oblivious asshole.
And with that, he began his lecture.
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I fucking hated everyone right now. Baring my teeth, I picked up my books and trudged over to my seat. Something told me that those mean girls had something to do with the tripping. Two of them whispered, one handing over some money to the other. God, those bitches are just so-
I was pulled out of my rage-filled thoughts by a folded note that landed on my desk. Looking around, no one was facing or staring at me. Opening it up, it just said a single word: "sup", in red ink.
When I searched for my penpal again, the guy in the adjacent row turns a bit to look at me. It was the same guy from this morning. Blushing, I wrote a quick response, adding a smiley face, before sending it back. As it reached his desk, the guy opened it up with one hand, but never turned his head down to look at it. Still facing forward, he wrote something down, then tossed it back.
"hey so after detention you wanna hang out or something
you seem pretty fucking cool"
I felt heat rise to my cheeks from the note. "sure! :)" I wrote, throwing it to him. Again, he wrote his response down without even looking. That's so cool! How does he do it? I wondered. When he returned it, it said: "cool see you then". Smiling at him, that was last interaction we had for the rest of the class.
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My other classes weren't much different: same boring teachers, same issue with the glasses (although, the other teachers had let it slide), same everything really. Though, my thoughts were just filled with that girl from History class. She seemed really chill, she just has to deal with the shit from those girls.
Before I knew it, it was lunch period. The school lunch was some generic meat, probably beef, but honestly, I think the cafeteria workers were doing a half-assed job today.
Luckily, I found a secluded corner of the campus where no one ever ate. I didn't really feel like eating in a crowded place. Poking at my food, I still couldn't stop thinking about Jade. She was pretty cute: the way she was easily flustered, the way her hair blew in the wind, the sweet smell of her- oh fuck. Things got way creepy there.
Finally after a few minutes of just sitting there like an idiot, I decided to start eating my lunch.
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Watching the lunch lady pile on the admittedly gross-looking slop that was for lunch today, I thought about where I could eat. Looking back at the cafeteria, I saw endless tables of students. Everyone with the same "labels" sat in groups of their own: nerds and geeks on one table, "popular" people on another, stuff like that. But, frankly, I preferred a more private place to eat. Leaving the noisy lunch room, I looked across the campus for a spot to call my own.
Several buildings away, I saw one area that didn't look awfully crowded. It just had maybe one or two students who would go there, probably for study hall.
As I reached the building, I found a place where a cool, gentle breeze blew through. Sitting down, I realized how hungry I was, my stomach growling to be satisfied. Taking the first bite, nothing struck me as disgusting really, but it still left an odd taste in my mouth as I chewed.
Finishing rather quickly, I threw away my plate and decided to explore the campus a little. My grandfather really was enthusiastic about adventure. I guess he really rubbed off on me.
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About halfway through my lunch, I heard a noise coming from a janitor's closet nearby. Initially I dismissed it and continued eating, but it happened again, louder than before. Standing up and walking over, I put an ear up against the door. Voices were coming from inside, but they were unrecognizable. That is, until they got louder.
"Karkat!"
I lifted my ear from the door and thought about how fucking stupid that name sounds. Karkat? Really? Listening in again, I heard the name repeatedly. After a while, I heard another voice.
"John!" it cried.
Oh shit. They better not be doing what I think they're doing. The names were called out several more times, eventually turning to moans- Yeah, fuck. They were having sex in there. God dammit.
I didn't feel very hungry anymore. Not at all.
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A/N: I'm not sure if the story has much potential, I might just leave this as a "dead" story that never updates.
Not really a hardcore DaveJade shipper, but I still ship them.
Until next time,
~ATJKU