These Battle Scars: Dave X Reader (Chapter 3)

“Here you are Ms. [Last Name].  Here’s your schedule, locker number and combination, and a map of the school.  I hope you have a great day!”  The cheery front desk lady sang.  You looked at your schedule and then at the map, god this school was big…You tried to locate your first class on the map, but after a good 5 seconds you realized that, that wasn’t going to happen.  ‘All or nothing’ you thought as you stepped into the hallway of the school.  Sburb Highschool, the coolest highschool around, or something like that.  Looking at the room numbers, your tried to find your way to class.  

You finally made it to the classroom when the bell rang, you barley got out of the way before a bunch of students filled in.  A flash of red caught your eye, but you ignored it, walking into the class.  Teens lounged around, talking to each other before class, some reading, some finishing homework real fast. It was a small room, windows on one side, a big white board behind the teachers desk, students desks arranged neatly into rows. The teacher looked nice, short black hair, big blue eyes, round glasses that made her eyes look even bigger.  You noticed the name, ‘Ms. Crocker’ was neatly written in light blue where everyone could see it.  

“Um…Ms. Crocker? Hi, I’m [First name] [Last name], and i-“  then you were cut off.  

“Oh yes! You must be the new student, welcome! You can take a seat right over there” She pointed to an empty seat by the windows.  You nodded and made your way through the other students to your seat.  Ms. Crocker called the others to order and they all took their seats.  About 5 minutes into class the door flew open.  

“Sorry I’m late, ran into some trouble on the way to school” You felt your heart flutter, but your blood went cold.  NO!!  You stared straight at the board as they sat in the open seat next to you.

“Nice for you to show up to class Mr. Strider” Ms. Crocker’s tone got harsh and it made you wonder if he was late all the time, or just today.  

“As I said Ms. C, I ran into some trouble on the way to school” He shrugged and got out his notebook.  Trouble? TROUBLE!! Did he just refer to you as TROUBLE??  This boy just wanted to get slapped, and you were really thinking about it.  Deep in your mind you had another thought, you weren’t late, so maybe he wasn’t talking about you…. A part of you hoped he was though…

Ms. Crocker had already begun class by the time you looked over at Dave; he didn’t seem to notice you, or at least that’s what you thought.   He was just lazily doodling in his notebook, with no care at all to what was going on around him.  You tried to stay focused on the lesson, but it became hard, your mind always wandering to the boy next to you.  
Who was he really, behind the reflective shades and the cool kid persona; who was Dave Strider, and why was he invading your mind.  He was like a weed you couldn’t get rid of…And to be honest, you didn’t want to.  You began to notice that there was always a little part of you that wanted him to notice you, that wanted him to talk to you, that wanted to be near him.  Which was strange, since you have only known the boy for 20 hours or less; but there was something about him.  The way he his golden hair shimmered in the light, looking as soft as a bird’s feather; the pale freckles that dusted his cheeks, right under the bottom of his frames. The way his smirk that made your heart stop beating.  You didn’t know what it was, but you were head over heels for fucking Strider, and there was nothing you could do about it.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” Were the words that snapped you back to your senses.  Your face turned about as red as a tomato as you quickly looked away.  He had caught you staring!! It wasn’t like you meant to stare…. You knew he was smirking, there was no way he wasn’t in this situation.  

“I-i” you fumbled for words, looking for a comeback, an apology, really anything.  What should you say, ‘Sorry left my camera at home?’ or ‘sorry, your face broke my lens’….You would say something like that if it was anyone else, but it was Strider, and you acted like a complete idiot around him.  You didn’t say anything else to him, or look at him for the rest of the class.  As soon as the bell rang you stood up and was out of the classroom door.   But your attempts were hopeless…you felt someone start walking next to you, and you resisted the temptation to look over.  

“Where you think your going so quickly.” Said the silky smooth voice or your harasser.  He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked with you, little did you notice the glares from every other girl in the school.  

“Away from you” you grumbled trying to hide your blush as you pushed at his arm, but it didn’t budge.  After about a minute you gave up and looked at your schedule.  

“That’s not very cool of you [Name]…hmm…looks like were in the same classes till lunch” He grinned widely down at you and you groaned.  “By the way, I hope your know where walking the wrong way.”  You let out a irritated huff, slipped out from his arm, and stalked off in the other direction.