An Operator's Handbook: CoD Crossover Collection

[REQUEST!] Childhood Friends {Gideon}

Dedicated to fnafbrandy1111111111

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"Gideon, don't be such a douche." You mutter as Gideon picks on a kid in the hallway of Georgia High. Gideon glances at you, pushing himself off the locker he is currently leaning on, to follow you down the hallway, wearing his always present lopsided smirk.

"Ah, come on (Name)! It's all in good fun! Ain't that right, kid?" Gideon asks the kids he bullied, pouting as you glare at him.

"Really? Because James didn't look like he was having fun with you." You mutter under your breath, opening your locker and placing your books inside before closing it, catching Gideon's hand as he tries to steal your journal. James flashes you an apologetic and freaked out smile as he scurries into the science classroom.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" He squeaks out, making you smirk as he tries to pry open the locker door off his arm.

"That squeak was pathetic Gideon." You allow him just enough space to pull his already bruising hand out before locking your locker. "Stay out of my shit." You smile easily at him, walking off as the final bell rings and signals that it's time to go home. You meet up with your friends outside the school doors and instantly begin joking and laughing. Gideon rushes out with his buddies, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You stumble from the impact, grabbing onto him to keep from falling.

"Do you mind ya' fat ass? You almost knocked me over running up on me like that." You grumble out as he smirks.

"Annnd? You grabbed onto me." His shit eating grin makes you blush and look away from him. Letting him go, you take your hair down and shake it out. Gideon watches you, smirking the whole while as you shrug on your leather jacket that you had stolen from him a while back.

"Nice jacket. Where'd ya' get it?" He laughs. Rolling your eyes you begin to walk off with your friends, chatting with them about class, current drama, and the dance coming up this week. With a giggle, you hide your face behind your books astonished as your friends tell you about Gideon. Shaking your head you say,

"Absolutley not. I am not asking him. He can ask me." You huff, putting your nose in the air a little, deflating at their chuckles.

"Oh, shut up." You mutter.

"He's a jerk though." Samantha says suddenly, making everyone look at her. "What?" She asks with a shrug. "It's true." You put the toe of your boot into the grass, kicking at it.

"I mean, he can be. Yeah... But, I wish that everyone could see past that stupidity. He's really sweet, and caring, and kind..." You look at Samantha after she says,

"To me it sounds like you're just trying to convince yourself that that's true."

"Maybe I am." With a mutter you put your books into your bag and walk off, hearing your friend being to argue with Samantha.

"Why would you tell her that?"

"Tell her what? The truth?"

"Bitch." You mutter as you're walking off, seeing the group following you, except Sam who goes over to Gideon. You begin to feel your heart race. We're you jealous? You were by no means perfect but you try to stay as real to yourself as you can. Just like Gideon does.

"GAH!" You growl out as you realize that you're home already. You didn't even notice that you had walked all the way home. You groan, seeing Gideon chilling on your porch step with your little brother.

"Gideon, what are you doing here?" You ask a little harshly, apologizing at his surprised look.

"Well, I... wanted to see if you were going to the dance?" He blinks innocently.

"No. I don't have a date. Sorry but I have a lot to do before my parents get home. Can we meet up tomorrow morning?" You ask as you shut the front door. Gideon stands outside for a minute before walking off, stunned. How daft are you?

You're changing into PJ's when someone knocks on your window. There was only one person who would do that so you finish changing and open your curtains, seeing Gideon.

"What the heck are you doing? If my dad catches you we'll both be dead." You hiss as he climbs into your room.

"I need to talk to you." He says urgently. You cross your arms.

"Are you in trouble again?" Tapping your foot. You gasp as he pulls you close suddenly and kisses you. You stare with wide eyes as he pulls away.

"I... No. I just wanted to do that." You stare at him, mouth open. He blinks.

"Was it that bad?" He asks with a laugh.

"What?" Is all you manage. He looks away, frowning.

"Sorry... I shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah."

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

"Yes." You grin after smacking him upside the head.

"Ow." He mutters, pouting.