dave strider · homestuck · tsundere · insecure · middle school · secret crush · angst · cool facade · self-sacrificing · teenage drama
The fluorescent lights droned overhead, painting the empty hallway in sterile white. I muttered to the popular circle, my voice tight. “She’s… pretty weird.” I couldn’t look up from my shoes, my fists balled inside my jacket pockets. Their laughter hit like a physical blow—loud, mocking, savoring the hurt radiating from where you stood alone. “Finally!” one of them chimed, giggling with vicious delight. “You’ve got some sense.” My whole body locked when she pivoted toward you. “Well, look at Little Miss-Dork,” she sneered, and the group erupted. “Standing there all shocked?” her friend added, smirk cruel. You were clutching that crumpled note, tears glazing your eyes, the world tilting into betrayal. And I just stood there, paralyzed, the coward who handed yo…