Hidden Guardian // DNF // DISCONTINUED

Part 2: A friend.

A man appeared in the only dream George had that night. He didn't recognize the man, nor remember what he looked like after he woke. Thinking about it, did he even have a dream that night?

It didn't matter, George had things to do. Namely, school. George stood and for some clothes out, waking Dream up before going to get changed in the bathroom. He made sure to pick out a shirt that had a pocket on the front so Dream could sit there without being too obvious. He then let the spirit thing onto his hand and tucked him into his pocket

"Comfy there?" George chuckled, smiling when Dream gave him a nod

George then made his way downstairs, Dream curled up and hiding. He made lunch, packing a little extra in case Dream ate. After checking everything was in order, George left the house with a quiet hum. The walk was silent, and not because of Dream. George just had nothing to say. Not like Dream could respond anyway

George soon arrived and his head immediately dropped down like he was waiting for some sort of impact. Dream popped up and looked to George with a curious head tilt as the teen pushed the glasses he had on his head down onto his nose

" 'm fine, Dream." George muttered out quickly, trying to limit his mouth movement and dismiss any worries

George headed straight for his first class, passing a group of people on the way. Dream knew they weren't laughing at George. George didn't know that, though, so he winced and tried to speed up somewhat

"Yo, George!" One of the kids from the group called

George turned around with a quiet sigh and held Dream just that closer, his lip starting to be chewed. "Yes, Matty?"

"Nice glasses!"

George wasn't expecting that, and he subconsciously started to smile. "Oh, thanks. You too! Have a good day!"

"And you!"

George headed off to class with a gentle grin and his hand moved away from the pocket. He headed inside, sat at his seat, looked down at his desk, and- oh shit

The math tests from the day prior had already been marked, and he got an F of all things

"But I studied so hard!" George whined, stopping short when he felt Dream wriggle around in his pocket, so he held it open for them. They jumped out onto the table, George gasping a little

"Dream, no-!" George hissed, but stopped. Dream was indicating something. On close inspection, the area around his grade did look a little whiter than the rest of the paper, but only by a little. He gasped softly and raised his hand

"Yes, George?" The teacher asked

"What did I get on my math test?"

"Oh, an A-. Why? Did I not write it on?"

"No, you did, but here it says I got an F."

A couple of sniggers came from the classmates that had gotten there before George, and George bit his lip. He walked over after putting Dream back in his pocket and handed the teacher his test, and she hummed

Then, she opened up the first page and held it up to the light. Low and behold, there was a backwards A-. "Someone must have whited it out."

"Oh- I... guess that's... weird... Uhm, so I do have an A-, right? I can't fail, the studying would have been for nothing and I could have been helping my dad out...."

The class burst into laughter and George blushed before going back to his seat. He felt Dream start wiggling quickly, but he wasn't opening his pocket again

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