"The Jock and The Nerd always get together." DIRKJAKE HIGHSCHOOL AU

"And a Drop of Jealously"

The bell rang for lunch time, resulting in hoards of hungry and grumpy teenagers of all ages and heights pushing and shoving to grab there beloved food out and eat their way to death before another lesson begins. Dinner ladies scowled and frowned, looking as miserable as each student they served. Even the god damn food looked sad.

Kids sat in the faited groups, from jocks to nerds, populars to losers, the fucking plastics to gamer people. God knows what else. Dirk sat at his usual table, spotting Jake in the distance. He spoke up.

"Jake!" That caught the boy's attention, causing him to smile as he ran over, placing himself beside Dirk.

Strider received multiple dissaproving scowels and squinting eyes, yet he didn't give a shit. He was happy to finally not be the only boy in the group, not that he minded. He noticed how Meenah was giving him a death stare, same with Jake's original entire table. From Latula and Mituna to fucking Kurloz and Damara, yet their death stares were fake and not as real as Meenah's. He gulped. She finally looked away.

Roxy wobbled over to the table, sitting her backside down as she looked at Jake. Jane soon followed, blushing hard.

"Soooooo, Jakey, what brings yu- you to the cooler kids taberl- table?" Roxy hiccuped, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from her school bag that Jane tried to pry away.

"Well, your good chum Dirk, here, invited me! He's ever so sweet. Lucky I caught Meenah in the act of almost hitting him, otherwise we wouldn't have conversed!" Jake smiled, a rosey tinge on his cheeks.

Dirk wiggled his eyebrows. "Can't handle this Strider shit. Swoon for me, Jake. Swoon."

Jane giggled fakely, turning to Roxy, whispering in her ear. "Don't tell me Dirk is gay..." Roxy gulped. "Dirk isn't gay." Jane sighed. "Really?" Lalonde giggled. "No, you just told me not to tell you he is." Crocker gave an annoyed sigh, moving herself nearer to Jake.

"Hope I'm not interuppting your little conversation, but my name's Jane Crocker! The school's best cook by far! Hoohoo." Jane cooed, fluttering her eyelashes. She'd fancied Jake for years and years, and was always too shy, but even after Dirk knows that she likes him, he's trying to swoop in and make him swoon?

Jake's head snapped towards Jane, he grinned. "Golly, Janey, I'm a fan of your cooking, miss! And what a gorgeous laugh that is." He smiled, Jane blushed.

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"Look, look Meenah!" Aranea said, briefly pointing towards Jane as she huffed at Dirk and Jake laughing and smiling (or mostly Jake smiling, Dirk pretty much just smirking). "Jane likes Jake. It's so clear now!!!!!!!!" Meenah cocked an eyebrow at Aranea's shenanigans.

"What the glub are you goin' on aboat, gill?" Meenah asked.

"Dirk got you in trou8le with Jake, correct me if I'm wrong?"

"Keep it comin'."

"So, if we could use Jane to get Jake 8ack for ourselves instead of Dirk, we'll only have to get rid of Jane and we've got Jake focused on the sports club full-on!" Aranea gleamed, facing her girlfriend.

"I like your thinkin', Serket, but Jake ain't distracted from the sports club, Dirk ain't ever gonna get him that distracted. We'll wait and see, baby, we'll wait and motherglubbin' see."

~~

The bell dismissed distressed teenagers from the lunch hall, kicking them into the worn out hallway to collect their shitty textbooks and go. Dirk sighed, waving goodbye to Jake and the others as he got his shit together.

~~

Math was, of course, fairly interesting. A couple of new methods to help with computer shit and coding. Take note: Algebra is also useful, pay attention and don't fall asleep.

Dirk Strider may be a partial nerd, but his grades weren't perfect. He got a variety of A(s), B(s) and D(s), rarely C(s). He fell asleep in class often, due to working on robotic related shit at the wrong time at night. He wasn't perfect. No one was in that school besides Kankri fucking rantass- Vantas.

Dirk also blames his lower grades on random cat fights that break out during lesson. After a girly fight, all you can think about is how great one of the girls' roasting was. Shit was lit. But hey, Bro accepts the stupid excuse.

~~

It's 4:05PM and Dirk is currently sitting on his bed, reading through his manly journal that he found from a couple of years back. All the shitstorms he went through when he was 13, from puberty to sword fights with Bro. Wow.

"Dear d̶i̶a̶r̶y̶ my manly ass fucking journal,

So. I haven't written in this shit thing since I was 13? Well here I am, 3 years later, and not a single tinge smarter.

Fuck me, I met some dude called Jake English today. Well, I mean, I knew him before but we never talked. He's kinda good looking, I guess. I wouldn't mind nutting that ass, but hey, Jane fancies him so I can't do jack shit. Just gotta enjoy the boy before they start dating.

Anyway.
Fuck you past me, future me and present me.

-Di Stri"

God, Dirk, you are such a memelord.

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