Why him? Why this major dick who did nothing for me in my entire life? All he ever did was beat me up and make fun of me for my stupid brain condition.
He seemed just as shocked to see me, if not even more shocked.
"Kark-"
"Shut up, you stupid prick!" I was sure that I was screaming. It'd surprise me if I wasn't. I pushed pass the douche who made my life a living hell.
"Vantas," He huffed. "Get your plush ass back here."
"Dave fucking Strider, I don't want anything to do with you. Leave me alone or I'm actually going to tell someone unlike last time."
"Please. You couldn't resist me even if you tried."
"Well if you can see behind those stupid shades, you'd see that I'm not trying and I am resisting. Get the fuck away from me." I hissed as I sped away from the insufferable douche that made my life take a serious downfall. Whatever. Without him, I wouldn't be in the spot I'm in right now.
Special ED classes weren't so bad. People could relate to how he felt. Adults babied them and thought of them as someone who couldn't take care of themselves. That was the complete opposite of what they could actually do. They could take care of themselves! They could manage to get around school if the damned teachers gave them enough time. Enough time as in more than five minutes. Five minutes in between classes was enough for the fucking crowds everywhere.
Speaking of the cursed crowds, it was fucking horrid trying to get to class. They pushed, shoved, and did anything to cause anyone harm. I saw some kid being shoved into the wall once, so I kindly requested to be allowed to go to class when the halls had cleared out. By kindly requested, I mean complain about it until my douchebag of a brother did something about it.
Kankri was honestly a huge help with problems that I couldn't go directly to the teacher about. For example, letting him skip the last five minutes of class to escort me to lunch. It helped since Strider would avoid me whenever Kankri was around. I wish he'd fuck off already, but that wasn't going to happen unless the prick was dead. However he could be dead within the next day or so. I just hoped he got it through his thick head that I wasn't going to fucking forgive his shit head. What he did to me was unacceptable, and I absolutely hated him for it. He made my life a living hell and he expected me to forgive him. Fuck that idea with the ass with five thousand fire ants. I'd rather stay in the hospital a whole year rather than forgive him.
If I forgave him, he'd just start the bullying all over again. And if that happened, I might freak out more. Nowadays I didn't have random spaz moments in the day. I was actually getting better! At least that's what they told me. My brain could probably fail at any moment if luck wasn't on my side. I don't know shit about half the things the doctor talks about, so whatever. Hell, if I die, Strider would probably be devastated since I won't accept his apology. It'd be the perfect payback too! Sadly it'd also affect everyone else around me.
If only I was one of those idiots who pushed people away most of the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with the melodramatic shit that happened because someone started to spread rumors. Oh well. Being lonely probably wasn't much better than being around douchefucks. Being lonely was better than being anywhere close to Dave Strider though.
The name Dave Strider made me want to vomit until I passed out from body fluid loss. Was that even possible? Honestly I didn't give two shits because it wasn't going to happen. I wasn't going to let that prick get anywhere close to me especially since I was doing way better than the beginning of the school year. I didn't freak out as much as I use to. I could stay calm in situations that made me want to explode into a million bits right then and there. I was actually making progress and not freaking out over anything and I was fucking proud of that. Like Hell was I going to like some deadbeat asshole ruin this for me.