Hey, thanks for reading the second part of the story!

I forgot this in the first chapter, but yeah all Homestuck characters and stuff belong to Hussie who stole my soul I am trash help.

Also quick disclaimer; this chapter mentions misandrist and abuse due to gender, but I am not a misandrist or anything of the sort. I fully support men, woman, transgender, gender fluid etc. Thanks to Jane on the correction of misandrist.

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~Dave POV~

"Dave! Dave get up!"

You open your eyes slightly, looking up to see a friendly face staring back at you. John Egbert is blurry in your vision as you have just woken up, but his square glasses are the same as they've always been.

Looking around, you notice that people are swarming in the area. You are on a bench, warmed from your body heat, and John is sitting next to you. Earlier this morning you had gotten to school early, and decided to wait on a bench for your best bro. You must have fallen asleep.

John giggles, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the school. He starts rambling on about some project that he finished, but you aren't really listening. Instead you try to get your bearings. The school clock says 7:03, so you still have a few minutes until the bell rings. Cars are piling up in the lanes, and teenagers of all different age, size and ethnicity are piling into the school yard. A couple guys are hanging round the entrance and there is a group of girls piled under the tall oak tree standing tall and strong farther out near the parking lot while other groups are scattered around the courtyard.

You nod to the group by the door as you pass, and you receive greeting from a few of the members. The only one that you actually recognise is that Equius kid, and only because it's well known around school that his family is well off. He's probably like, what, 15, and he has his own butler. Also, he was in your AP Music class.

Being swept along by the wave of people, John moves out of your sight with a quick wave goodbye, too small to stay by your side for long in the tsunami of teenagers. You, however, tower over most of the people surrounding you and move through it without losing direction. In means of genetics it only makes sense for you to be so tall, considering your bro's height. He stands at 6'11, and you are already at 6'9. Needless to say, low ceilings and doors are not exactly your forte.

Your first class is all the way across the school, but so is your locker so it's not too out of the way. The building's layout is really odd; they decided to not only put all of the lockers scattered around the school in bunches, but some of the classes that would normally be close, like dance and gym are put far away from each other.

Disregarding the bumping and shoving to get down the hall by others, you make your way to your locker. The school is huge, but so is the person count, so you have to share full-length lockers. You don't generally see or talk to your locker partner, but you do know that he looks like a gay hipster fish who has way too much time on his hands to mope and desperately hit on any loser he can find, in his league or not.

To be fully honest, you're kind of glad you don't see him a lot.

Spinning the lock, you open your locker and shove aside his violet jacket and stuff in your own red one, grabbing your math book and shutting it again. It's block schedule today, so you don't need the others. Today it's basically just calculus, gym, music and free periods. You make your way into the music class room, waving a quick hello to the Gamzee kid in the corner. He's pretty cool, you guess, but he's also high literally all the time on who knows what. Instead of taking one of the instruments off the wall like most of the people in the class do, you find an empty table in the corner next to an outlet and pull out your turntables from your bag. Plugging them in, you begin to play a recording you had made last night of a new rap.

Taking the raw rap, you begin to mess around with the sounds to back it up. Before even thinking about recording them along with it, you have to plan it out. Before long, you start to see other people come in. Your half sister, rose, walked in with her violin. Jade comes with her base, and the Equius kid you had seen near the door walks in and to take over the drum set. It's weird, he is sweating a lot for some reason even though last you had seen he had been calm, doing nothing but sitting against the frame of the doors.

The rest of class passes relatively quickly, music surrounding you not only from your headphones, but also from the class. When the bell rings, many people rush as quickly as possible to get out grabbing their bags and stumbling out the door, heading into the hall. You do much the same, swinging your bag over your shoulder. Algebra goes much the same way for you, passing relatively quickly as you daydream, not paying much attention to the teacher. You are generally pretty smart, school has always been an easy activity for you.

That is, until you get to the locker room.

Quick backstory: When you were little, you and your bro Dirk had lived with your parents. You had two mothers, and both were extreme misandrist, hating all men and boys. This meant that when you and Dirk were both born with testicals, it caused some problems.

They would abuse you both verbally and physically, calling you worthless, shooting names a you, cutting you, hitting you, beating you up. This wasn't how you and Bro thought all girls were, of course, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was at least partially in play for the fact that you were both gay.

As soon as Dirk had turned 18 and you were 12, he moved out and left you alone with your mothers. You know he would have taken you if he could have, but he had no house of his own and no stable job, living himself off of side jobs and friends apartments. Eventually, he got a steady job as a bartender, and saved up money to buy an apartment. Not too long after that, he had legal custody over you. You have been living with him ever since.

However, this doesn't mean that scars weren't littered around your body, and it also doesn't mean this isn't something you want to hide.

You had gotten a locker in the corner at the beginning of the year, away from most of the others, but it is still visible to a few of the less confident individuals who also wanted to hide from cruel eyes, so every day you would rush there painfully early and change as fast as you could before anyone else could see your skin. There were a few days that you couldn't get there fast enough, though; unfortunately, this was one of those days.

When you accessed the door to the locker room, there were already a few stragglers wandering around in varying levels of nakedness. To most insecure people this was close enough, but news spreads fast in this school and you didn't really want any rumors about the cool kid self harming, or worse, getting beat up by his brother. Dirk already felt bad enough for having to leave you alone with your moms for two years. He doesn't need people thinking that he went around beating you up as well; it would crush him.

You slip out of the room again unnoticed, taking the time to close the door with extra care so that it won't make noise and alert the others. Gym, you suppose, will just have to be skipped. Pushing through the heavy doors of the gymnasium, you look at the clock. Today just happens to have block classes as mentioned before, so you have a lot of time and nothing to do. Suddenly, a rumbling sound comes from your abdomen. Scratch any and all plans; food is now the number one top priority.

The halls are still swimming with people changing classes at this point, so you bump into a lot of people, although they all just get out of your way. Eventually you make your way to the door, but just as you're about to walk out, you feel the impact of another's body and see a small boy with short black hair wearing a turtleneck fall to the floor with a thud in front of you.

Refusing to lose your cool, you squat down next to him and offer him a hand. You can't see his face yet, but he swats your hand away and flips you off. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING ASSHOLE!" He looks at you as he says this, and when he does your eyes widen behind your dark aviators.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you may have just knocked over the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life.