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❝ I don't really care if you cry. On the real you should've never lied. Push me to the edge. All my friends are dead ❞

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not giving sufficient attention or thought to avoiding harm or errors.

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      "Uh, dude, I know you're paying us and all, but like, are you sure, such a prim and proper boy like you would want to go digging with those expensive rings? Might I add it's dirt. As in worms and all," said Greg hesitantly to the boy who was hunched over digging through the dirt underneath a tree.

      Dipper whipped around, eyes ablaze.

      "When I find this book, Gregory, I promise it'll be worth it. And I do know, I've done things worse for my image," said Dipper in a tone that was slightly unnerving for Greg. Dipper flashed a smile, his eyes almost golden underneath the sun.

     Greg gulped when Dipper turned around, his shoulder muscles quite appealing. He took a sharp intake of breath and turned around and walked to the other tree Philip was working on. The boys dark skin glistened with sweat as this was the 43rd location they had been digging under.

     "I'm so glad I'm not straight," he whispered to the raven haired boy who was busy digging away. Philip turned to him, a lazy smile playing at his lips.

     "You my friend, are as straight as a circle," Philip smirked, "Now get a move on, and maybe he'll look at you again."

     "Oh, hell yes," barked Greg, digging right beside him.

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     "Guys, shall we?" a hand rested on a shoulder of Philip's and Greg's. Greg's face grew beetroot red, his heartbeat in overdrive because of the contact. Philip, however, was coolly looking at Dipper.

     "Aren't we going to do some more? Maybe we'll find it?" pressed Philip, getting up and grabbing Greg's hands and bringing him to stand too.

     "I think that's enough for today. There's always tomorrow," said Dipper, lips pressed together in a thin line. "Thank you for working with me today, glad you guys aren't scared of me," he said, smirking.

     "Yeah, I'm new, so I wouldn't know. I joined like, last week?" reminded Philip.

     "Everyone's scared of him," summarized Greg.

     "Or, they're head over heels for me," said Dipper in an egotistical tone.

     "Or, that," said Philip in a cheeky tone, wiggling his eyebrows at Greg who was growing darker by the minute. After a couple of red shades, Philip slapped Greg's back.

     "He left, he said bye to the both of us but you were just standing there with your mouth open. I'm starting to wonder why no flies went inside your mouth," guffawed Philip.

     "What the hell! Man, you should've told me!" whined Greg.

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     Dipper had never expected to make friends, or were they acquaintances? Probably. He didn't know anything about them but he probably could in the span of seconds if he peeked into their minds.

     However, they had been nice enough to work for him. This made Dipper want to respect their mind spaces. Of course he usually didn't invade anyone's mind, only when they ticked him off.

     They did it for the money, duh, he thought to himself.

     He tried to shake off the pessimistic thought and swiftly walked through the woods, the castle growing larger close by the minute. He had been severely ticked off by the girl with the blonde hair and gorgeous eyes.

     He had wanted to invade her mind but the door that had been shut in his face had thrown him off. He had to be in front of the person to be able to invade them.

     Finally reaching the giant field of the castle, he searched the field. But what was he looking for? Specifically, who? And why? He finally spotted the blonde hair, and glided there.

     People parted their ways as he approached his target. He was only a few feet away before a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned around, only to be met with a fist to his cheeks. Slightly thrown off, he looked back at the opponent.

     It was the familiar grey eyes and dark hair.

"My, my, isn't this pleasant?" said Dipper in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes.

     "Cut it out, Gleeful, why the fuck did you invade my mind yesterday when I clearly told you not to?" sneered Acid.

     "Astrid, you were - " 

      Thwack 

     " - worried yesterday." 

     Thwack 

     "You wouldn't - " 

      Thwack 

      " - tell me what was on your mind." 

      Acid kept punching Dipper, swinging for his face, and Dipper finally caught ahold of his wrist in a tight grip.

     Adding slight pressure, and observing the pained expression of Acid, Dipper let go. Acid rubbed at his wrist, which was turning a light hue of red and blue; beginning to bruise.

     People had begun to gather around during Acid's punches. It had been a common occurrence, where Acid would be upset about something and beat Dipper, and with just a touch of Dipper's hand, Acid would be weak.

     Dipper would always be stronger. 

     Acid and Dipper were very good friends, but the audience couldn't tell from their common fights and arguments. It was very confusing.

     "Why are you all watching? Is this some show? Unless, of course, you'd like to join," said Dipper in a cold tone that would freeze hell. Almost instantly, everyone disappeared to their previous positions and tried initiating conversations about anything but the fight.

     "It's creepy as heck, man. It's like a weird man's long fingers digging into your brain," whined Acid in an almost childish tone. Dipper patted his shoulder, and leaned to his ear.

     "There's a girl right behind you, knock yourself out," whispered Dipper, into Acids ear. He knew Acid was a major flirt, where he'd give the girl a chance and crush her heart.

     This would be the tenth girl. As cruel as it was, it was quite amusing. A sick, cruel way to have fun. Acid flashed him a grin and turned around.

     Dipper turned around, rubbing his bruised cheeks, his high cheekbones slightly swelling. He dug into his pockets and tapped his finger against his leg twice.

     He pulled out a bag of ice from his pocket and wrapped it in a cloth and pressed it to his cheek, while walking to his previous target.

     That was until he tapped the girls shoulder, who had blue eyes and blonde hair but it wasn't her. His face contorted into confusion and tore his eyes away from the wide eyes of the girl.

     The blue eyes he had seen once were more appealing than this girls. Those pools of oceans that seemed to draw him closer. Those blonde locks that were like waves crashing against each other.

     He sighed as he was walking, when a hand hesitantly tapped his shoulders. He turned around to see eyes that were grey. He was slightly disappointed and turned around before the girl tapped his shoulder again. He turned around, slightly irritated now.

     "What the hell do you want?" he snapped at the girl; Alexandria, one of the Prefects. Her hair was BROWN, not blonde. Even more disappointment seeped through him. He was confused; he either hated blue eyes and blonde hair or was absolutely infatuated with it.

     Probably hated it, he assured himself.

     "I just wanted to show you a couple of the new students, as usual!" the girl said in a bubbly tone. Grumbling underneath his breath, he nodded, allowing her to start. A group of kids had been huddled behind her and now started introducing themselves.

     This is going to be a long day, he thought to himself.

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Dedicated to: lynidz

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