Dadschlatt But Angstier

Part 3

"So that's why you should never talk to them." Tommy spouts. I stopped listening a little while ago, thinking back to Technoblade's generosity.

"Can I borrow your phone?" I ask him, remembering the slip of paper in my pocket.

"Yeah, sure." Tommy says, handing me his cracked phone.

I take out the slip of paper and dial the number in Tommy's phone. It already pops up as a contact though.

The Blade

I double check the numbers, wondering how Tommy also knows him. Not like it totally matters, maybe they just went to school with each other or something. Technoblade looks like he just graduated.

"What do you want, Tommy?" I hear the familiar monotone voice ask through the speaker.

"I-uh, it's Tubbo. From last night." I explain.

"Oh. I didn't know you were friends with Tommy." He says.

"Yeah. I didn't know you knew him." I say, sheepishly.

"He's my brother." Technoblade says.

I whip around, looking at Tommy scratching his nose or something, boredly looking around the courtyard. They didn't look at all related... Not a bit.

"Adopted brother." Technoblade clarifies.

"Like me?!" I exclaim. I look back again. I didn't think anyone else here would be adopted.

"Yeah." He says. I can hear a smile on his face.

"Thank you for bandaging me up. I did it to my feet too, so I can walk easier." I say.

"That's great." He says. The school bell rings.

"I have to go, the bell just rung." I explain.

"Alright. Bye." He says, and I hang up the phone, handing it back to Tommy.

He puts the phone in his pocket and leads me to class.

In the hallway, I feel a tug on my shoulder. Tommy's ahead of me, so it's not him. I turn around.

Some guy in a blue T-Shirt, dark hair, and large sunglasses stands behind me.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"I-I-I-I'm Tubbo." I stutter.

"Okay. You dropped this." He says, holding up the chocolate bar. I practically lunge for it.

Once I have it, I secure it safely in my bag. "Thanks." I say, before running off after Tommy to my next class.

It's math. Surprisingly, a lot of the upperclassmen are in this class as well. I'm pretty good at math, but it's not like this is an advanced class or anything.

Still, it means I sit next to Bad, and he gives me candy every time he sees me. It's truly kind of him.

I don't pay attention in class, doing a copy of the homework already so I won't have to do it at home.

I keep zoned out, uncomfortable with reality, until I hear a loud noise.

"Sorry I'm late, Ma'am." Someone says from across the room.

A tall guy, 6'0 or taller, wearing a green hoodie and ripped black jeans, with dirty blonde hair and bright, familiar green eyes. Something inside of me wants to reach to him, but my greater sense says no.

"It's alright, Clay." The teacher says somewhat sarcastically. "Take your seat."

The 'Clay' guy slowly walks down the aisle, and I catch him looking at me. We make very brief eye contact, but something is so... familiar!  Something is off, but it feels almost perfect.