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You Don't Know Me

This song is kinda based off the one-shot. And someone please help me! I can't stop listening to this amazing song! But anyways, Enjoy!

You and Dipper's Age: 17

~•~Your POV~•~

"Outta my way!" I yelled, pushing a nerd out of my way.

People made a path for me as I stomped into the cafeteria. You see, I'm your typical bad girl. Everyone is scared of me, besides my friends, and that wasn't a lot. It's not my fault, I'm just bitchy to everyone. At the moment, I was looking for my friend. He called me in the middle of class and got me detention. Bastard.

I stomped over to my table I sat at. He was already there with his twin sister, who might I add happens to be my best friend. I put on the most scariest and angry face I could as I approached him. I pulled him out of his seat by the hem of his flannel shirt. Remember how I said that everyone was scared of me,

Apparently, not to this dork.

The whole cafeteria was watching us, whispered and watching closely. The dork just had a smirk on his face as we were face to face.

"Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to call me in class?!" I yelled.

He shrugged.

"I thought it would have been funny." He said.

I pulled him closer to my face, which shocked him a little.

"If you ever think about getting me into detention again, it'll be the last fucking thing you'll ever do!" I yelled, "Got it?!"

He just gave me a blank face.

"No promises." He smirked.

I growled at him and threw him back in his seat. He still looked completely calm as I stomped over to the side Mabel was on and sat next to her, crossing my arms and giving Dipper death glares. He just rolled his eyes at me. I hate it when he does that.

I pick on Dipper a lot. But that's only because I really like him. He used to be scared of me, but he eventually got to know me better (mostly from Mabel). And ever since then, he's the only guy in the school who doesn't wet their pants when I even look at them.

He's just not afraid of me and I can't convince him. He's the only guy that fights back with me. That's why I like him. But I'm dangerous. He pushes me, I push him back, he screams at me, I scream at him back, but louder. And I'm not afraid to get physical. He's not boring or cowardly, he's- different and- tough. Sometimes charming might I add.

He thinks that he knows me, but he doesn't.

Ok, maybe he might a little,

Ok, he might know me a lot,

But I deny it all the time, including now. He doesn't, he never will. I'm not open book, I'm more like a book wrapped up in thousands of chains guarded by werewolf's and vicious, poisonous snakes.  

I also play hard to get. I know he try's to flirt with me, which I'm really happy about, but I just roll my eyes at him or punch him in the gut. I think he might be immune to being punched now because of me. I grew up with three older brothers and a crazy family. That's the main reason why I'm me.

And even though I might look stunning and beautiful, I also look like someone you don't wanna mess with. I have some piercings here and there, but I barley use them. My clothing is the casual quirky clothing, but some bad girl splashed on to it- literally and metaphorically.