Glasses POV
i'm a very fragile person. once i fall
CRACK
i'm dead, shattered as you may call it
one day i was walking to school with a pile books in my hands, i was a smart student even though i'm, well.empty headed- i bumped into, guess who
my school bully dream. i almost fell but he- quickly grabbed onto my hand with a scared look on his face "WATCH WHERE YOUR;E GOING CLEAR FACE!" he yelled with anger in his eyes "i- im s-s-sorry dream." i say softly looking away scared i get up as he pushes me a bit me almost falling again and dream flinching as he whispered a soft "sorry" i couldn't hear. but luckily i did,
i don't know why he bullies me but doesn't want me to shatter, that's kinda. nice of him.. i touched my face shyly feeling my smooth face heat up. Why do i feel this way...?
i started walking back to school covering my face going into my assigned class looking down at my paper writing down answers here and there until i felt two pairs of eyes looking at me i look up a bit to see dream staring at me and i see a glimpse of a red tint on his face he sees me looking back and he turns his head back to his sheet of paper, what a weird guy.
--time skip--
it was lunch i was talking to my friend scott about what happened in class today "h-he was staring at me.." i say stuttering a bit my face heating up again "well okay- thats kinda creepy." scott says
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im to lazy to put in the rest so there will be a part 2 lolololol i hate this
