Red Hands | BillDip

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Dipper sighed as he walked to the cafeteria for lunch, where his sister was waiting for him. Yep. She was sure going to lecture him on the situation.

He snuggled into his stained coat as he walked out of his dorm's doors and onto the sidewalk. For Portland weather, it was damn cold.

Dipper could see his breath as he looked through the cafeteria's windows beside him. He was close to the door now.

But yet he pondered...what would he say to Mabel about the unfortunate accident? Eh, he would figure it out once it comes up. He didn't even want to think about the position he was in.

Dipper finally opened the door to the large, heated cafeteria. He loosened a breath as he searched for his sister.

At last, the boy found the brown haired girl surrounded by her friends as always. He walked hastily over to them in the crowded lunchroom and sat next to Mabel's friend, Pacifica.

"Hey, bro-bro!" Exclaimed Mabel, her hair bouncing. She unsurprisingly had a new sweater on. This time, it was red with a white alpaca on the front with a Santa hat on.

"Hi, Mabel," He set his messenger bag on the ground and faced the rest of the crew, who always visited them on their lunch breaks.

The red-head, Wendy, chuckled. "Geez, how much sleep did you get last night?" She nudged the emo-looking dude next to her, Robbie. He's actually less edgy than before, surprisingly. He's been doing pretty well.

The blonde by Dipper's side scoffed. "Probably none, if you really look at him." She adjusted her own alpaca sweater that Mabel gave her some years ago, which still fit.

Mabel blew a raspberry. "You look like you have something on your mind," she furrowed her brow. "Care to share with us, broseph?" She rested her head on her hand, gesturing him to tell his problem.

Here goes nothing, thought Dipper. He intakes a breath and asks, "So you know Bill, right?" He twiddled with his coat sleeves.

The table gasps.

Robbie narrows his eyes. "Bill Rephic?" He says.

Dipper chuckled nervously. "Yeah, well, there's this project we have to work on over winter break in a creative writing class and we just happen to be partners for it." He inwardly cringes as he remembers the guy's stupid smirk and how he laughed his ass off about it earlier.

Mabel's eyes widened and lifted her head. "But we're with family the entire break!"

"Sup, Pines. Ready for tomorrow?"

Dipper sharply turned around in his seat to see the arrogant bastard. Bill.

Wendy crossed her arms. "That little..." She leaned backward in her seat. Robbie stilled beside her, Pacifica and Mabel glared with all they had.

"What?" Bill shrugged as he took the empty seat next to Dipper. Dipper scooted as far as he could from him. Oh, he was so done with his crap.

Mabel pouted. "Hi, Bill. Welcome, I guess." She turned to Dipper and mouthed, "good luck".

Dipper nodded. He took out his phone to text his parents of the sudden new child coming to the Christmas break event at their house.

Bill leaned forward, ruffling his blond hair. "So, have you figured out what song to use for the prompt?" He says after the awkward silence.

Dipper gritted his teeth and looked at him from the corner of his eye, hoping he'd just go away, hoping this whole problem would go away. He pulled up the text message app on his phone. "No, you twat, it's only been an hour since class."