Your name is Dave Strider, and you're wondering what the fuck happened to Johns face.
He had walked into English class late, not only is that unusual his face was also banged up and swollen and to top it of a giant bandage plastered on his forehead. What did the klutz do now? You pray to god he just tripped, you can't handle the thought of someone hurting one of your friends that way, ever. now that you had that in your mind you started to get angry. You put your head down and pretended to sleep, you knew right now you were in to much of a pissy mood to talk to John reasonably, and frankly you were still a little mad at his episode early this morning. You know you should have tried to make conversation but it was awkward, you didn't want to bring up what you had wanted to ask it would have offended him and you didn't want that, you felt bad for changing your mind like that but you just couldn't bring yourself to ask your friend about his mother you had overheard some kids talking about what had happened. You knew it would be a sore subject for John but you didn't want him to keep it bottled up anymore. Not that you could admit that either, Striders aren't one's to get sappy. Never. "May I go to my locker Mrs. Frost?" you heard John ask as you slightly perked up. After she nodded and he headed out, you scanned the room to make sure no one was watching and snuck out. Once you spotted John you ran to catch up with him.
"John," You cleared your throat. He kept walking pretending to ignore you. "John!" Still ignoring you he kept walking at a fast pace. " Yo! Johnny Boy!" John had put the other end of his ear phones in. You sighed and took a deep breath, "okay fine if you want t play it that way." You ran towards him crouching low enough that your left arm caught his legs while your right threw him over your shoulder Fireman style. "Dave! AH!" the scrawny boy screamed as you ran down the stairs ear phones falling out of his ears. Now you had only known this dude for a month but you felt comfortable around him it was almost as if he was your best friend, you wouldn't admit that though Striders don't have emotions...at least ones they showed to others, which was also the reason for the shades. You lived in those things got to hide your insecurities somehow right? isn't that what people did? Whatever you were still the coolest no matter what you decided to do with your appearance.
Once you reached the football field where you practiced, you out down John and let him get the blood back into his head. " Dude what the actual fuck" John was obviously not happy with the joy ride you just took him on so you slumped against the bleachers and looked up at the clouds passing as he told you off "Dude I was barley in English for half an hour! you think kidnapping me is going to do US any good?" John was almost shaking with anger. What a light weight, you thought to yourself and turned to the boy. His chocolate brown hair was slightly out of place than the usual way he styled it, It suited him well. You smiled to yourself, He was wearing a baby blue hoodie that was way oversized for the skinny thing and had two waves on the front, followed with dark jeans and plain black converse. You ran a hand through you hair ruffling it as you enjoyed the own feel of your hand in your hair. "Dude chill, Un twist them panties of yours I'm only worried for you buddy, What happened to your head, Or should I ask who did it?" you said anger reaching your voice as you pulled up your sleeves.
"Look dude," John began. "I'm fine I promise, some guy just roughed me up a little It's okay." John was looking at the ground. " Look dude this isn't okay, Your face it banged up real bad man, you don't deserve that. Never.. now who did it?" You tired to calm down, Striders have to keep their cool after all. "Look man don't worry about it the only reason i went to the nurse is because rose made me I was fine before that okay? can we drop it I don't want to think about this right now we need to get back to English class." John said sounding hopeful. " Fine man, just know you can talk to me okay? Striders are not ones to run out on a friend ship." John just nodded and smiled as you headed back to class. That guy better be okay you swear to god.
You gripped the strap of you backpack harder, because honestly you just wanted to punch someone out. It was the end of the day and you were walking home because your car wouldn't start. You knew your Bro probably knew how to fix it, so until he came back from his work trip it was all legs from here on out. You sighed heavily today was just a shitty day. You feel bad for doubting your friends word that he was okay, but all he had done for the rest of the day was stare out the window. He hadn't spoken at all to you during the day and when he saw you out in football practice on his way home he seemed even more distant, what was his deal? you dragged a hand through your hair and pulled it back down your face. When you finally reached to top steps to your apartment floor you shoved the door open and ran into your room, belly flopping on your bed letting your exhaustion take over you as you slowly fell asleep.