That's when a car screeched to a halt behind you. The loud squeal of tires halting on asphalt scares the hell out of you. You lose your footing, and just as your tipping towards the wrong side of the bridge, somebody grabs your wrist and yanks you the other way.
You fall right into the person who grabbed you and knock them to the ground. They grunt in pain as they hit the pavement, and you lose a chest of air when you land on top of them.
"What the hell asshole! You scared me!" You shout as you push yourself up to your knees.
The person under you is none other than your fellow classmate, Eridan Ampora. His purple streaked hair is messed up from its usual smoothed back style. His hipster frames lay crooked on his face, and his violet eyes narrow in rage.
He pushes you off of him, and you think you catch a glimpse of red on his face. He sits up, adjusts his blue striped scarf and glasses, and glares.
"I scared you, (y/n)? I wwas drivvin' home and your standing up there abo
That's when somebody blocks you off with a katana. Your natural reaction is to back from it, and you almost step backwards off the rail. Before you can fall, a hand pushes against your lower back.
Once you have your footing back and the katana is gone, you turn to see who did it. It certainly surprises you to see your fellow classmate, Dave Strider.
He flips his light blonde hair out of his eyes in a very 'cool kid' way. You can't see his eyes through his shades, but you know he's looking at you. His freckles contrast against his pale skin, and his lips are placed in their usual expressionless look.
"One and only. What are you doing (y/n)?"
You aren't sure how to answer that one. You and Dave have never really been very close. Your old friends used to always talk about him. They always liked to make fun of him. You have no quarrel, so you stayed quiet. You did listen and learn things though. You're good at that. People don't notice you much, so they tend to real
“What did you do to yourself?” a quiet voice asked, while a soft, calloused hand tilted your chin up. Your eyes met a pair of twin violet orbs, looking into yours with such intensity that you couldn’t bear to look away, even though your mind screamed and kicked at you to move your eyes back to the floor. Tears welled up and almost flowed over, but being as strong-willed as you were, you refused to let them slip out.
That's when a puppet pops up in front of you, and god is it creepy. You shriek and throw yourself back away from it. Instead of hitting the pavement like you expect, you land in someone's strong grip.
A boy closely resembling your classmate, Dave Strider, holds you in the crook of one arm, and that puppet in the other. The style is more spiked and anime looking, but that's a very familiar looking color of blonde hair. His shades are crazily pointed, but they still hide his eyes. Even his mouth is that same damned expressionless line.
"Are you related to Dave Strider?"
"Do you realize that this is hardly the time to ask that?"
"Didn't think so. I'm taking you back to your house now."
He grabs your hand and starts to drag you away. You're at first out of sorts. He pops up out of nowhere and suddenly tries to drag you around. He can't do that.
Shaking your head for clarity, you dig your feet into the path.
"W-wait a minute! What do you think you're doing?" You e
That's when a rushed pair of hands pull you back. Your feet fall from beneath you as you fall back into a mass of person. You yelp in surprise, air whooshes around you then comes to an abrupt stop when your captor hits the ground.
Firm arms wrapped just under your chest are tight enough to knock the air out of your diaphragm. Even after landing, the strong grip remains making it a little difficult to regain your lost breath.
The arms abruptly let go and you ungracefully roll to the side. When you're able to sit back up, you see a peculiar looking guy is sitting next to you. Not too peculiar, but you just find his bi colored frames a bit different. They're blue and red, it seems like an interesting point of view.
His chestnut brown hair is spiked up from the back and frames his face. His broad jawline is set into a frown. He really does not look too amused.
He lifts a hand, and you brace yourself for the worst. There aren't too many people happy with you as of late. About