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"Lookin good strider"
"What the hell is he wearing?"
"its probably for the irony"
"Totally"
Thats all you hear as you walk into school the next day, wearing neon blue converse, black pants, a red shirt with a neon blue tie, and to tie it all together, an ironic neon blue blazer with "JOHN'S BITCH <3" tailored in red on the back. Nice John, Nice. Ironically, His punishment outfit is simmilar, the same two bright colors, but switched, a bowtie, and "DAVE SEXUAL <3" on the back of his red blazer.
Most students who've gone to the restaurant know about our bet every night, so they just guess that these are the new punishment outfits and giggle, While the others stare on curiously.

You walk to your locker and open it, shoving your shit in and taking out the shit you need, which isnt much. Theres faint humming. wheres it coming from? using your sensitive hearing, you notice its coming from a locker a few feet from yours. The voice, it sounds familliar.....John? You walk over to the locker and lean on the one next to it. "sup Egderp" you mutter and you hear an innocent laugh before "Heh....not much...how bout you, Strider?" come from inside the locker. You roll your eyes. "Combo. Now." He seems a little surprised before quietly muttering the combination to you, to which you enter it in the lock and open the locker, catching the red, black and blue derp that tumbles out of said locker. "T..thanks.." he mutters, standing up and flatening out his blazer. You nod a "whatever" and start walking to class.

~
"Why'd he just help me.." you mutter, grabbing your stuff and closing your locker, proceeding to walk to class in your stupid Dave Sexual outfit. ugh. shoot me. People stare at you, so you literally run to your class, quickly opting for the last seat in the back row, so no one can see your the back of your stupid blazer. You can feel someones looking at you, shifting your sky blue orbs to the right, you only see none other than stupid Dave sitting beside you....is he looking at you? you cant tell with those stupid sunglasses ever-present on his face.
Those stupid ironic glasses. Why does your boss even let him wear those? You work night shifts. Geez.

Why are you thinking about this again...?
You cant even remember. sliding your textbooks out of your bag and putting them on your desk, you start boredly flipping through them, letting your mind wander as you look at the random pictures in the textbooks.
Time goes by, and you realize you're thinking about the ironic cool boy sitting next to you. Again. "uugghh whyyyyyyy" you groan, shifting your eyes to the right again to sneak a glance at him. Hes not even listening to the teacher, but then, so were you. Hes just sitting there, big red headphones on his ears, feet up on his desk, and hes writing in a notebook. Blaaahhh why are you thinking about him and looking at him blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Stop John. Stop.

~
You snicker behind your pokerface. He keeps looking at you, wondering what your doing, all while trying to hide the fact that hes even not listening to the teacher, let alone looking at you. eh. Do you care why hes looking at you? meehh...kinda. its slightly unsettling when your trying to write some sick beats down and hes staring at you with those eyes.

The ones you eventually keep finding yours glide to look at. Lucky the sunglasses block out where your looking, hes just sitting there and staring down, like hes thinking about something. mm.

I guess you should start thinking about work. What are you gonna do to beat him tonight...Maybe you should change the punishment....Scribbling a note on the corner of your paper in red pen, you rip it off and casually, and secretly, slide it onto Johns desk. He seems surprised at first, but writes below your words in his blue pen and slides it back. "Should we change our punishment for whoever looses tonight?" you wrote, and he replied "Idunno depends what it is, right? do you have anything in mind?" You think. Do you? What lies deep in that Strider mind of yours....Hmm...

Lightbulb. You scribble a reply on to the little piece of paper and slide it back, and when he reads it his mouth falls open slightly, but he recovers from surprise and glares determinedly, like hes determined to win now. pffah. Scribbling a reply, he slides it back.

"Bring it on, Strider."

Bucktooth — Description
"Lookin good strider"
"What the hell is he wearing?"
"its probably for the irony"
"Totally"
Thats all you hear as you walk into school the next day, wearing neon blue converse, black pants, a red shirt with a neon blue tie, and to tie it all together, an ironic neon blue blazer with "JOHN'S BITCH <3" tailored in red on the back. Nice John, Nice. Ironically, His punishment outfit is simmilar, the same two bright colors, but switched, a bowtie, and "DAVE SEXUAL <3" on the back of his red blazer.
Most students who've gone to the restaurant know about our bet every night, so they just guess that these are the new punishment outfits and giggle, While the others stare on curiously.

You walk to your locker and open it, shoving your shit in and taking out the shit you need, which isnt much. Theres faint humming. wheres it coming from? using your sensitive hearing, you notice its coming from a locker a few feet from yours. The voice, it sounds familliar.....John? You walk over to the locker and lean on the one next to it. "sup Egderp" you mutter and you hear an innocent laugh before "Heh....not much...how bout you, Strider?" come from inside the locker. You roll your eyes. "Combo. Now." He seems a little surprised before quietly muttering the combination to you, to which you enter it in the lock and open the locker, catching the red, black and blue derp that tumbles out of said locker. "T..thanks.." he mutters, standing up and flatening out his blazer. You nod a "whatever" and start walking to class.

~
"Why'd he just help me.." you mutter, grabbing your stuff and closing your locker, proceeding to walk to class in your stupid Dave Sexual outfit. ugh. shoot me. People stare at you, so you literally run to your class, quickly opting for the last seat in the back row, so no one can see your the back of your stupid blazer. You can feel someones looking at you, shifting your sky blue orbs to the right, you only see none other than stupid Dave sitting beside you....is he looking at you? you cant tell with those stupid sunglasses ever-present on his face.
Those stupid ironic glasses. Why does your boss even let him wear those? You work night shifts. Geez.

Why are you thinking about this again...?
You cant even remember. sliding your textbooks out of your bag and putting them on your desk, you start boredly flipping through them, letting your mind wander as you look at the random pictures in the textbooks.
Time goes by, and you realize you're thinking about the ironic cool boy sitting next to you. Again. "uugghh whyyyyyyy" you groan, shifting your eyes to the right again to sneak a glance at him. Hes not even listening to the teacher, but then, so were you. Hes just sitting there, big red headphones on his ears, feet up on his desk, and hes writing in a notebook. Blaaahhh why are you thinking about him and looking at him blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Stop John. Stop.

~
You snicker behind your pokerface. He keeps looking at you, wondering what your doing, all while trying to hide the fact that hes even not listening to the teacher, let alone looking at you. eh. Do you care why hes looking at you? meehh...kinda. its slightly unsettling when your trying to write some sick beats down and hes staring at you with those eyes.

The ones you eventually keep finding yours glide to look at. Lucky the sunglasses block out where your looking, hes just sitting there and staring down, like hes thinking about something. mm.

I guess you should start thinking about work. What are you gonna do to beat him tonight...Maybe you should change the punishment....Scribbling a note on the corner of your paper in red pen, you rip it off and casually, and secretly, slide it onto Johns desk. He seems surprised at first, but writes below your words in his blue pen and slides it back. "Should we change our punishment for whoever looses tonight?" you wrote, and he replied "Idunno depends what it is, right? do you have anything in mind?" You think. Do you? What lies deep in that Strider mind of yours....Hmm...

Lightbulb. You scribble a reply on to the little piece of paper and slide it back, and when he reads it his mouth falls open slightly, but he recovers from surprise and glares determinedly, like hes determined to win now. pffah. Scribbling a reply, he slides it back.

"Bring it on, Strider."