𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 七

Tuesday comes around as easy as the wheels on their school's old bus that the faculty refused to fund.

Just as the students are wary of sitting on the old worn out leather seats, Dream tiptoes around Tuesday, avoiding it like it was a newfound plague on the news headline. He was almost tempted to skip class again but the reminder of his lower than average grades shook him out of his almost impulsivity. Not even Eret's offer of his deliciously looking macaroons made him energized enough to finish his classes until dismissal. (Seeing the taller also reminds him of his current double life as user Dream. He's Clay today, not Dream.)

He spent the majority of the school hours sluggishly roaming around the hallways to find his next class, not even noticing that he has Statistics with a certain brunette today. It only struck him when he's finally sitting at the middle row and the chair beside him scrapes softly.

So here Dream was with all his unkept hair and ugly lime hoodie, sitting beside George adoring a baby blue sweater over a white collared dress shirt.

"You're wearing yellow again." George grins at him and Dream doesn't even bother correcting him, too flustered to even look in his direction.

His eyes were trained towards the whiteboard but he sees the same blonde girl at the cafeteria heading towards their direction on his peripheral vision. George perks up from his seat, unsuprisingly enough. Dream had seen the two sticking together since the start of the second semester.

"George!" The blonde, in which Dream still doesn't know the name of, waves at the boy beside him with a soft smile and equally soft voice. She was pretty when she smiles, Dream thinks. It was like the flowers at his childhood home back at his mom's place, a gentle bunch of pinks and yellows that seem to lean towards the rays of the sun; the two fits together and Dream feels like he's intruding something that he wasn't supposed to see.

"Alyssa, hey!" George calls out to what Dream finally puts a name to, Alyssa; a pretty blonde girl with the brightest blue eyes, something that complements George's sweater very well. The brunette removes his backpack from its place on the floor and reaches an arm to scoot the chair closer beside him.

Alyssa removes the mask previously dangling from her ear, taking a seat beside him and sliding a yellow lunch box on his table. "Cal and I made you lunch, he said you weren't eating enough."

"Ah, thank you." He takes it with gratitude, placing it inside his backpack.

"You should take care of yourself more, George."

Dream purses his lips, fingers tapping an irregular rhythym on the table.

He wasn't stupid.

Long before he had taken interest on the brunette, before they'd even became partners on the collaborative project, he had already heard the rumors surrounding both Alyssa and George.

It wasn't something horrible, just simple gossip between curious people debating their current relationship status between each other; from the grapevine, he'd heard that the two were friends from childhood who apparently stuck together until now while the other side of the grapevine says that they've seen the two snuck a kiss or two in the hallways when they think that no one's around.

As a queer and possibly optimistic person who is currently undergoing an indetity crisis due to one of the two being the culprit, Dream is obliged to believe the former of the rumors but the logical part of him is almost certain to believing the latter seeing as the two was almost attached to the hip everytime he sees them outside of the laboratory. There is just no way that there isn't something between them.

George catches him looking at the blonde girl and deep in thought and through his panicked state, he lets his emotions slip for the older to see.

"Are you guys dating?"

George blinks at him owlishly.

You're so fucking stupid, Dream internally groans in embarassment, hand immediately coming out to cover his slowly reddening face.

George, bless his heart, seemed to get the wrong idea. "Do you like her or something?"

Dream feels his ears flushing and George grins.

The brunette turns to the girl beside him, nudging her arm with his elbow. Alyssa looks up from her phone and raised her eyebrow in acknowledgement.

"Remember the movie you wanted to see this weekend?" George asks and Alyssa nods, confused.

"Do you perhaps have an extra ticket? I think Clay," he motions towards the younger. "wants to come with us."

Before Dream could even disagree, he sees Alyssa perk up in excitement at the mention of another person joining their group of two and Dream doesn't have the heart to tell her no.

"Yeah, of course! Cal was supposed to come with us, he can have his ticket." Alyssa smiles at him. "Plus, there's a sale for three persons meal this Saturday, that'd be great for us!"

George whips his head at him with a knowing grin despite not knowing anything at all.

Dream tugs at the strings of his hoodie, letting it cover his flushed cheeks.

Saturday would be an awkward disaster, he could already tell but at least now he knows they aren't together. (Not that he thinks he still has a chance or anything.)

He can't wait to go home and tell Techno.