These Battle Scars: Dave X Reader (Chapter 7)

You were currently sitting in art with the boy that seemed to haunt you.  You were FINALLY getting used to him, FINALLY ready to give this boy a chance, and he shut you out.  You had no idea what had happened.  He seemed to wince slightly every time he looked at you.  He was cringing like a wounded animal, but his poker face showed different.  That stupid fucking poker face, it was a mask to block everyone out, to not show the boy behind it. The boy that was saying please don’t hurt me.   You finally recognized it, you finally realized why he was emotionless.  Your heart hurt just thinking about it.  

“So Dave”  You tried again, you were going to make contact with this prick if it was the last thing you do.  You were going to heal the pain, you were going to make everything better.  It seemed to be a common thing with you, picking the most damaged people and trying to fix them.   You were going to put Bandades on his battle scars.   “What made you chose art as an elective?  For you didn’t seem the type of guy that draws in his spare time-“  You stopped talking as he glared at you, or at least that’s what you thought, for he had his emotion blinders on.  

The rest of the class you sat in silence, drawing things that your imagination couldn’t even comprehend.  You looked up to see the boy, starring at his blank piece of paper, not even attempting to draw.  You could tell he thought no one was looking, for his mask was gone.  It was replaced with a look of pure sorrow, something that you wish you had never, ever seen.  He looked so pathetic and helpless, just the way that his mouth was curved, the way his brow was furrowed, the way that he held himself.  You never wished to see this again.  

The bell rang, and you stood up.  Not bothering to look at the sad picture behind you as you walked out the door.  You tried not to think of him.  Of the cocky, ironic boy that seemed to break by just one hug.  What did you do….What did you do!  Your thoughts were cut short when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Your head snapped to look at your assaulter.  You were met with bright blue eyes and untidy black hair.  Your heart sank as you took in his buck tooth grin and his dorky glasses.  His mouth seemed to be moving but no words were coming out, no noise to accompany the gesture.   You blinked as his face turned into one of confusion as he to talk to you again,

“Hello?  You there?”  He titled his head to the side and waved a hand in front of your face.  You blinked and nodded, smiling slightly.  

“Yeah sorry!  My name is [First name] [Last name]”  Your smile widened as he seemed to let out a sigh of relief.  

“Oh thank goodness, I thought you were deaf or something.  Imagine how embarrassing that would be” He seemed an enthusiastic boy, he continued to talk you, saying that his name was John Egbert and that he was so excited to meet someone new.  You felt bad to block out, to not listen to what he had to say, but your mind was preoccupied.  So you smiled and nodded, saying the usual. “Uh huh”  and “Oh Yeah”  to make it seem like you were listening.  But really, all you could focus on was one face, the face that was etched into your mind forever.  The face of a broken boy whose hearts been shattered on the ground.  You recognized that face from personal experience.  

Maybe you couldn’t put Bandades on his battle scars….