---Nightmare's POV----

I left the noisy cafeteria, the others following quickly behind me like I was some sort of mother duckling. It didn't bother me, in fact I found it rather amusing how they followed me almost everywhere.

I looked out across the field and scanned it for any signs of that positive piece of shit that unfortunately, for me, is my brother.

I couldn't see any sign of him or his little gay friends.

That's when I remembered that they often met up at that old oak tree at break and lunch times.

I scanned the field and immediately spotted the giant tree.

Bingo.

Sat down at the bottom, were all three of the annoying shits.

They seemed to have noticed me as well and I smiled, motioning to the others that I'd found what I was looking for before I proceeded to start walking across the field towards them.

I could see that they had visibly tensed as I got closer and I laughed, loving the expression on their faces, especially my brothers.

"What's the matter Dreamy?" I called, advancing closer. "Don't tell me your scared."

He didn't answer and shrank back as I stopped in front of him, ignoring his colourful and blue friends.

I reached out with a tentacle and poked him on the 'cheek' causing him to flinch.

I laughed before hardening my voice. "We need to talk Dreamy."

He gulped and nodded, slowly getting up to his feet. He glanced at his two friends and they both gave him nervous looks before looking at me strangely.

I sighed, grabbing Dream by the arm with one of my tentacles, bored of how slow he was being.

"You look like you think I'm gonna kill him." I said, staring at his two friends.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did." The arty one muttered.

"I'll choose to ignore that comment artist." I hissed before turning around and dragging Dream with me, my little gang following in tow.

We stopped about a few metres from where we had been. Dream looked so terrified I thought he'd pass out.

I laughed and released him from my tentacle. He immediately collapsed to the floor and looked up at me with wide eyes.

I sighed, crouching down to his level. "Go to one of your friends after school or something. I've got after school detention. Okay?"

He nodded and I chuckled. "Are you really scared of me?" I whispered.

Dream didn't answer and I laughed standing back up. "That's a good enough answer for me. Let's go guys." I called, looking down at Dream once more before walking off.

A quick glance behind me confirmed that his friends were rushing to his side, probably asking if I'd hurt him of something.

The bell rang and we went our separate ways. I had maths next. My favorite. Not.

Lucky for me, Killer is also in my maths, and he's actually pretty good at it. He also doesn't have a problem with me copying all of his answers, so maths is a breeze for me.

Dreamy's artistic friend was also in the room, he was sat at the front of the room, obediently doing his work as I played on my phone, occasionally looking over at Killer's book and scribbling down his answers in mine.

I'm pretty sure the teacher knew what I was up to, but he chose to ignore it. Most teachers do to be honest. They only intervene if I'm doing something life threatening, like this morning for example.

I smirked at the thought. That kid had looked so scared.

The main reason I think why the teachers didn't really care if I didn't do most of the work is because they probably were told about how I was expelled from my last school.

Long story short some cocky history teacher had pissed me off and I'd snapped and slammed him against the wall of the class. Turns out I managed to fracture his collar bone. Yeah, the school wasn't very impressed with that.

So I got expelled and Dream and I moved to Craitown, taking refuge at Craitown High. This school actually wasn't that bad and I've situated myself with a high status and Dreamy has found some good friends. So its my goal to stay here for longer than normal.

So yeah, thats why most teachers let me do my own thing. As long as there's work in my book, even if it's not my own work, they're happy.

---Ink's POV----

I looked up from my work and at the teacher as he wrote down another maths question on the board. We were revising algebra for an upcoming test. Well, some of us were revising.

I glanced behind me and confirmed my thoughts, at the back of the room Nightmare was sat, leaning back on his chair and playing on his phone.

I frowned, rolling my eyes as I turned back to my work. If he wants to fail all his tests then thats his fault. I personally would like to have a successful life when I leave school.

The teacher briefly looked down at my work and nodded, seeming happy with the answers I had written so far. I grinned and looked at the next question.

Thats when a crumpled ball of paper landed on my book, rolling to the side and coming to a stop as it reached my elbow.

I glanced behind me to see Nightmare staring at me, that trademark smirk on his face.

I cautiously turned back to the paper, slowly unscrewing it and smoothing it out with the palm of my hand.

I scrunched my face up as I tried to read his messy handwriting. 

G.....A......Y......

I looked up and turned to glare at Nightmare with obvious un-amusement. He only laughed in response, obviously getting the reaction that he wanted from me.

I looked away shaking my head. I chose to ignore him because I knew that if I did stand up for myself I'd end up with several broken bones. And I wasn't very fond of that idea.

Another ball of scrunched up paper hit my shoulder. I ignored it. Whatever he'd written was bound to be offensive or mean probably saying that I'm gay or something which confuses me.

I'm not gay. (you will be soon, and not for Dream XD) I'm not attracted to any men. But then again, I've not been attracted to any girls yet either.

Another ball of paper the back of my head and I tensed, breathing in slowly to try and calm myself down. It was taking all of my will not to turn around suddenly and tell him to stop. Instead I tried to act like nothing had happened and continued to work out the question I was currently on.

Another ball of paper landed in front of me and I quickly brushed it off, getting bored of this endless charade.

I whipped around as another ball of paper hit me on the shoulder. Nightmare froze, his arm over his shoulder ready to throw another ball of crumpled paper.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

Nightmare smirked and un crumpled the piece of paper he was going to throw. He glanced up at me before looking back down at the paper, pretending to read it. He then crumpled the paper back up at chucked it at me.

It missed me by an Inch and rolled off the table, rolling to a stop by my foot.

"Read it!" Nightmare whispered.

I looked at him sceptically before reaching down and picking up the crumpled piece of paper. I turned my back to Nightmare and slowly opened up the paper. 

To my surprise it wasn't just one word. It was at least three sentences.

'Hey artist. Letting you know that I'm dumping Dreamy with you for a while at the end of the day cuz I've got detention. Don't get too frisky while your alone with him.'

The whole note seemed okay apart from the last bit, that just made me roll my eyes. Dream and I are friends. Nothing more.

I turned and faced Nightmare, he was still watching me, waiting for a reaction.

I wordlessly nodded and he grinned, looking down at his phone before probably texting Dream.

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Ololololololo Nightmares so me in class. I hate maths so much so all I do is text my friend and copy off him. I'm pretty sure the teacher knows that I do that but oh well.

What would you do if someone you didn't like kept constantly throwing balls of paper at you?

(I'd throw paper back XD)

Luv ya'll

-Jess-