==è Be John Egbert
You cannot believe your luck, you just got the hottest hipster on the block to have lunch with you!
Oh you could not contain that dumbass grin on your face. Your heart was doing triple kick flips this was totally perfect, before suddenly realising that Dave was tapping his foot in a rather frustrated rhythm trying to get your attention as he coughed into his scarf.
Your blue eyes widened for a second, before walking forward. "C'mon Strider, let's go get some food"
You see him pick up the pace to walk next to you, eyesight resting on his phone, maybe a little glance up to your grinning face every now and then.
You can tell this is going to be a great lunch.
This was not a great lunch.
You managed to get out of there with just a red hand slapped across your face, it stung like hell but hey at least it was from Dave.
Exiting the cafeteria, you slump through the hallways, hand shoved into your letterman jacket an unamused look plastered on your freckled features.
Your cheek still stung from the slap that was delivered moments ago and you really should have known that going in for a kiss was a little a fast.
Shuffling onwards in your adventure to the playgroup, you decide to pull out your own Iphone, texting a quick sorry note to the other.
EB: hey
EB: dave
EB: sorry about all that stuff that happened
EB: spur of the moment or whatever bullshit it is
Deciding that was good enough, he continued pushing the door open with one hand the other clasped around the blue and white phone case you owned.
Stepping outside you see your brother, with his tanned arm slung over another Strider's shoulder, making useless comments that the other was not interested in.
=è Be Jake English
You are now the schools true DOUCHEBAG.
Your name is JAKE ENGLISH and as stated in previous chapters you are JOHN EGBERT'S older brother.
Much more ATTRACTIVE younger brother if you do say so yourself.
You wear a SHORT GREEN SHIRT with SQUARE SUNGLASSES attached to them, you never really WEAR those GLASSES though…
You really like DIRK STRIDER, MONEY, GREEN, CLOTHES, CARS, DIRK STRIDER AND FLIRTING WITH DIRK STRIDER…did you mention you LIKED DIRK STRIDER.
YOU DISLIKE MATH, MATH, STUDYING, MATH AND TOMATOES. Those things really CREEP YOU OUT.
You currently have your arm over Dirk Strider's shoulder, throwing flirts at him from out of no-where.
"Jake!"
No. Hell no. Fuck no.
Your glance turns towards the boy running down the school steps towards your stupid younger brother, winking at Dirk who threw a very nice middle finger directly at you.
"What do you want?"
"How do I win a Strider over?"
"Fuck if I know, tryin' a been figuring that out forever, John"
"Geez thanks for the help"
"Your welcome"
John turned about to head inside, knowing that last period would start soon.
"Tomatoes" he called over his shoulder, thin line of smirk coating his voice.
"Fuck off!" you scream back at him, anger coating your accent as you returned back to your sweatered blondie.
=è John Egbert: Check your phone
You pull out your phone revealing a string of red, having to re-adjust your vision thanks to never wearing those really-needed glasses.
TG: Egbert.
TG: That was not a spur of the moment that was you being dickish.
TG: I understand that you're attracted to me that's really just pathetic.
TG: You're not attracted to me in any way shape or form are you? Really just after a stupid kiss and run or whatever.
TG: Don't talk to me ever, Alright. What you did was humiliating.
TG: Goodbye.
EB: dave
EB: meet me at the soda machine near math during 6th
EB: 3
You put your phone back in your pocket, not expecting much of the Strider as you move towards the vending machine.
Too bad because you would have missed the –
TG: ...
TG: Alright