(Y/N)'s POV
I followed close behind my rescuer, unsure of what to say. I stared at his red converse as it moved swiftly on the slick white tile.
"You're welcome," he stated suddenly, causing me to jump.
"Oh, um, thanks..." I stuttered in reply.
"Why were they being such bitches?"
"Wha-? Oh... I dunno. We all actually used to be close friends back in middle school."
The mystery boy turned and gave me a shocked look. Well, at least it looked like he was shocked- it was hard to tell through his dark aviator shades.
"How did you even stand them back then?"
"Well, at the time, they were nice." I tucked a (h/c) strand of hair behind my ear. "They just don't like me now because I stopped hanging around them." I honestly didn't want to get into the real reason I stopped hanging around my present tormentors.
"Those girls are just whores."
"Yeah, no kidding," I told him, "So, what about you? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
"What do you mean 'what about me'? There's nothing to say."
I scoffed, "Bullshit. I could hear the taunting from my locker, 'Mr. Too Cool'"
As if seeing there was no way out from my brilliantly planned argument, he ran his fingers through his blonde hair and sighed in defeat, "Honestly, I don't know what their deal is." He then averted his gaze to the floor.
I stopped in front of my class, smiling a little. "Well then," His gaze was on me once again at the start of sentence. "I guess you and I should stick together then, huh?"
His lip twitched a little, revealing a small grin. "Pft. That was cliche and lame, but I guess so. I'm Dave Strider." He held out his hand. I took it and shook it.
"(y/n) (l/n). See ya around."
He nodded and walked a few paces away from me without looking. Then, out of the blue, he turned around and smirked before saying, "Later."
(A/N: I took notice in the small, weirdass code thingy the first time I published this and I greatly apologize. I've had this on other websites, but I plan to just flat out write everything on google. Thank you all who have read so far; your comments and criticism mean a lot, and it's appreciated!)
