How much do you love me, come on.
It's a lot, am I right.
Because look at this, chapter two, already.
Wow, I must have all the time in the world, really.
Well...not exactly...but it's enough.
Anyways, here's your next chapter.
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I think, maybe the worst part of that day, I realized I might be crazy.
Too bad at the time I didn't know it was love at first sight.
Stupid 10th grade, god I hated that year.
Honestly, I hated the fact that he was everywhere I looked at this point.
It wasn't like I was looking for him, or anything.
Alright, so maybe I was, just a little bit, but that wasn't the fucking point.
He was everywhere I looked, his aviators turned towards me, but he was always talking to someone.
Usually John.
Now, I have no problems with John. Not now, at least.
At the time, I kinda hated his guts.
Douchebag took up most of the space in our locker.
Even before he stole Dave from me, I hated guts.
I fucking hated him before Dave even showed up.
I don't remember why, but I'm almost sure that it was because he was dating Vriska at the time, and I hated that bitch.
That's probably why.
I remember the day the Dave found out about the couple.
He didn't really like Vriska either.
Hah! That was also the day I started actually playing the stupid games in P.E.
I remember, it was almost 20-0 when we finished the game of Soccer. But then the other team scored one point. The first they scored the whole hour, and we ended the game at 20-1.
The point is, we won.
And I actually had fun doing it, for once.
You still hate P.E.
That fact will never change.
Then, why pray tell, were you racing after a soccer ball and trying to get it kicked into the goal.
Oh right, Dave is watching.
Well, he might be.
You know he's watching the ball, because that's how you play the game, so you hope his eyes somehow find their way onto you.
Not taking the time to look over your shoulder and check, you slam your foot into the ball and watched it fly just over the goalie's hand and into the netting of the goal.
Letting out a victorious hoot, you rush back over to your side of the field and wait for the moment the ball comes anywhere near you.
Dave takes it, the first chance he gets.
Unable to follow after him due to your dumbstruck mind trying to push thoughts of his shirt riding up slightly as he runs, you watch him weaving in and out of the other players.
Smiling to yourself, you let out another victorious hoot when his kick sends the ball straight past the goalie.
You look up at the clock, to find that you only have three minutes left in the class.
Sighing a little, because for once you were actually enjoying yourself, you ready yourself to get the ball when it passes by you.
The goalie tosses the ball out into the court, and everyone rushes towards it.
You recongize a few of your teammates get the ball first, only to have it stolen by the Rose. Who you suddenly realize is playing for the other team.
You laugh, out loud, at your own unexpected pun, and run after the ball.
You'll have to remember that one, it was actually pretty funny.
She see's you coming, however, and quickly passes to someone else. Your eyes follow the black and white ball and you start after it when you see Sollux kick it backwards.
Silently, you thank the nerd for his quick thinking, because you watch the ball come rolling towards you.
Taking your chance, you slide your foot to move the ball over and kick it to Dave.
He gives a slight nod to you, and starts off towards the goal.
You take a moment to look at the clock again, and wince when you see 40 seconds starting to tick down.
You don't notice when a player from the other team goes running past you.
Then your eyes widen when you turn to watch your goalie, Vriska, chatting with her boyfriend John, and letting the ball slip right past her and into the goal.
You have never hated her so much in that moment.
The bell for the end of the game sounds, and you look to the score for the first time.
You hadn't realized, but that was the other teams first goal.
Then you remember, neither you or Dave would let the ball get that close to the goal.
Smiling to yourself, you walk towards the locker room and high-five Sollux on the way.
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On your way up to math, you see Dave at his locker. His aviators look up and turn towards you. He waves at you with a smile, and you can't help but wave back.
He's quickly becoming on of your closest friends, aside from Gamzee and Sollux.
Though, at the moment, Gamzee is visiting family in some far away country. Apparently someone in his family died.
You feel bad for your best friend, but you know there is nothing you can do about it.
Your locker jams when you go to open it.
Growling, you kick the already dented metal, and it snaps back into place before opening.
Cursing, you grab your math book and binder, looking around your mess of a locker for a pencil.
Amist your searching for a pencil, you feel someone watching you.
You look up to find Dave walking his way down the hallway.
Your heart pound as he comes closer, but he stops suddenly, looking at you before shaking his head at himself and walking into class.
Still frozen with your hand in your locker, you blink twice.
Gathering your things, you slam the stupid door to your fucked up locker closed and curse again when it doesn't close all the way. Damn John and all his stupid shit taking up so much space.
"Fucking piece of shit!" You shout, slamming your fist down on it, no doubt adding another dent, before kicking it closed.
You growl to yourself as you make your way into class.
Dave looks up from his paper when you walk in, and you try to ignore the urge to look back.
Every time you look at him, your heart does these weird flips.
Weird stupid flips.
So you spend the whole hour getting your math homework done and taking notes for the day.
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You stand in line for lunch, looking up at Dave with a scowl.
"Was a pretty great game, though, wasn't it." he muses, smiling down at you.
"Yeah, would have been better if Vriska wasn't fucking talking to her stupid boyfriend." you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at the floor.
"They aren't...actually dating, right?" Dave asks.
You look back at him, glaring at him.
"Yeah, they fucking are. And it's disgusting." you tell him.
He blanches, and you find your self laughing at his reaction.
"That's so gross!" he shouts, laughing along with you.
You find, that you quite like his laugh.
"Don't let John hear you say that, he just loves her." you tell him, still laughing.
People around the two of you are starting to stare.
You don't mind, let them stare.
Because you are happy, and right now that's all that matters.
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You think maybe your least favorite thing about school, is that you have to walk home everyday.
Well, in winter John's dad usually gives you a ride, but not always.
But maybe...you can start hating it less.
"So...what is there to do that's fun around here?" Dave asks, looking over to you with a smile.
"You've been here for...what. A week and a half now? Figure it out." you shrug.
His smile grows.
"John never takes me anywhere. He's always with Vrisssskkkaaa." he drawls out her name, and you KNOW he's doing it to annoy you.
"So? Not my problem."
"I'll make it your problem." he mumbles, just loud enough that you hear him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
You shake your head and smile at the ground.
"So...you gonna show me the sights or what?"
"Ugh. Fine, let me just drop my shit off at home." you finally give in, groaning and acting like you aren't practically jumping up and down excitedly on the inside.
Because that would be fucking embarrassing.
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And that's chapter two done and over with.
Woooo.
Did you get that little joke in there about playing for the other team? Because it was pretty fucking great if you ask me.
I don't know, might just be me laughing at my own stupid jokes, but I thought it was funny.
Thanks to cupcakethekiller and Guest for reviewing last chapter!
Also, I have to have at least 5 new reviews before I will publish the next chapter.
Because guess who already finished chapter three.
That's right. You love me.
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