Staying Strong (Dave Strider x Reader)

a/n: Yo! If anyone is out there reading, please leave a comment or two? Just to let me know what there's anyone out there? Thanks!

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==> Be Dave Strider

It was lunch.

She said she would see you for lunch.

"Man where the hell is she?" You mumble to yourself as you look around the cafeteria for her. You can't find her (h/c) hair anywhere. You try to remember what she was wearing today, and her (f/c) jacket and (favorite band) shirt come to mind. After scanning the room once again, you give up and decide to go look for her.

You walk to her locker and don't find her anywhere, and it doesn't seem she was here recently either. You try her 5th period teacher, who saw her for class, said that she walked out as normal.

You were getting worried.

Where the hell could she be?

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==> Be you

You walked out of 5th period, ready to meet up with Dave for lunch. You walked to your locker, putting your books away and grabbing your sketchpad. You closed your locker, and started making your way out of the hall before a sneering voice stopped you.

"Hey, loser. What do you think you're doing hanging around Dave?" Oh God, this cannot be happening. You turn around to see none other than Kayla, the school's straight-A bitch, and her posse standing behind you. You carefully take a few steps back, and your nervous habit starts to show, and you get cocky.

"For the record, Kayla, Dave started hanging out with me. I didn't fling myself at him the way girls like you do. Maybe that's why he likes to hang around me, because I'm not fake and superficial like you and these plastic girls are!"

"Dave? Hand out with you? Please! You are all over my man like the little slut that you are!"

"Your man? I don't see him hanging around you and taking off his glasses!"

"You probably took them off his face when he wasn't paying attention, or probably when you tried to put your slutty little lips onto his perfect ones."

"You're calling me a slut? Well look honey, you can call me what you want. But say if I actually was a slut, it takes one to recognize another!"

She lunged at you.

She full-on slammed her body into yours and knocked you off your feet. She was swinging at you now, one knock to the face, then two, then a third, and everything was going black and red.

She was against the locker now.

You were swinging back.

One...two... black.

The last thing you remember was someone pulling you off of her with strong arms.

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==> Be Dave Again

You decide to make another round in the hall where her locker is. You can't find her at all. She's probably hidden with all these people just hanging about for lunch. At the far end of the hall, you see a crowd start to gather, a fight it seems. You see the tops of two heads, and then one lunges at the other, knocking them down.

You squeeze through to try to see what's going on, but the crowd isn't having it. You see Kayla, swinging once, twice, at someone. You catch a glimpse of the jacket... it was hers!