Dave X Reader

Getting to know Strider.

As if you didn't already know him.

This was just getting to know him even better.

Right?

No. I had no intention of getting to know him or anyone else in the entire school.

The teacher began the timer.

Dave let out a long sigh before looking at me.

I slowly turned my head to his.

He looked at me with an expression full of zero emotion.

Or maybe it was annoyance.

"soo, are you gonna ask questions first or should I....?"

Your cheek now rest against your hand.

You wanted to stay quiet, but really, there was no avoiding it.

"Go ahead. I don't care.."

"uhm...Okay? question one, what did you do this summer?"

"I went swimming"

I lied.

He gave me a smile, that wasn't very happy

More of a, really?

Kind of look.

"look if your not gonna be honest, I won't either."

"You wouldn't have been honest either way, besides, it saves my time from having to talk to you anyway."

I said simply.

"fine"

He said.

"So Dave, what did you do this summer?"

"i went ice skating"

Wow

That is a bad lie.

"That isn't even somewhat believable, next question"

"number two.....What are your hobbies?"

I decided not to lie this one out. It would be pointless.

"Romcoms, fanfiction, writing, the occasional drawing, you?"

"wow, you actually aren't being a dick about it on this one. I rap, draw, and make sick beats."

"Riiiiiight."

He looked at me with another stoic look, but I'm sure his eyes were cursing at me behind those shades.

"question three, what are your dislikes...?"

"You. Him, him, her, should I go on?"

"very funny."

"What's so funny Strider, I wasn't joking."

"harsh man."

"What are your dislikes?"

"people who judge a book by it's cover, never give a person a chance, and make assumptions. Also puppets."

"So, you dislike me essentially?"

"not so much you, just your motives."

"I'm sure you'd have my motives too if you opened your eyes once in a while."

"I dunno, maybe I'm not the one that can't see here."

He shrugged.

I knew he was right.

I knew why he was right too, I just wanted to ignore it.

I looked at him, speechless.

He continued

"number four, favorite food/snack?"

"Uhh...I dunno..."

I tried to avoid the fact that I do not eat food often.

"there's gotta be something you like to eat."

"Uhm....(insert favorite drink)"

He skeptically looked at me.

"I like aj, and Doritos."

He said, in a voice like he expected me to just...Know this about him.

"question five, what do you do with your family on vacations"

I was quiet for a moment before I spoke

"We watched Finding Nemo in theaters back when it first came out"

I said lost in thoughts.

I hadn't realized the dorky smile I had on my face.

It instantly left as I caught Dave staring at me, with a smirk on his own face.

"you should smile more often you know."

He said, nodding his head up.

"Shut up, it slipped, I-I shouldn't have done it anyway..."

The bell rang as I ended my sentence. I stood up and grabbed my bookbag.

Hurling it over my shoulders, I headed out the door, but was stopped as a hand grasped my arm

I winced as they squeezed my scars.

I was almost sure that it was Cronus.

I flinched as I turned my head.

Instead, I saw Dave stopping me in the hallway.

Jealous girls walked past, scowling at me.

"whoa bro, chill. im not gonna hurt you"

He said, I soon realized how terrified I probably looked.

"Oh, right...Sorry. I-I thought you were someone else....."

He gave me a look of worry, I think....For a moment however.

I hurried to find the right words

"I-I... It's fine, i-Im fine! Hah...."

"you suree–?"

"YES. I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE."

"oookay"

I looked down at his hand still on my arm, instinctively shaking his hand off of my arm.

"W-What do you want anyway? I have places to be, and I really don't want the whole school to hate me when half of it already does."

"chill okay. just wondering if you wanna hang out sometime"

"Why would I want to do that when I obviously expressed that I do not like you nor do I enjoy your presence?"

"well, maybe you'll reconsider if we watch Nemo?"

"Nice try. Still a no."

"here" he handed me a note with his pesterchum on it.

"pester me if you ever change that interesting mind of yours"

"We'll see about that."

He walked away.

I put the note in my pocket so I wouldn't forget about it.

I wasn't really just asked out by The Dave Strider, was I?