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The following chapter contains: A hinted trans characters, hidden drug reference, blood, and cussing. By continuing to read you have put yourself in the position to be "triggered". Read at your own risk.

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'Fuck me with a spoon.' a deep sigh pulled itself from Dipper's throat as he stood outside of the Gravity Fall High School. It was a small with dark brown bricks, and silver lining around the corners with the word 'Gravity Falls High School' carved into the front like everyone was too stupid know what it was without a label. Mable, who stood beside him, was vibrating with excitement. Literally, she was vibrating, a large grin placed on her face as she stared up. 

"Aren't you excited Bro bro?" She grinned, not waiting a second before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the school.

Dipper could feel the burning, questioning gazes on his shoulder blade. The judgment, the wonder, the sick, animalistic interest on how they could use them. He really couldn't blame the wonder he supposed. Dipper and Mable were identical in every physical way other than height, gender, and style. While Mable no longer wore goofy sweaters, she still wore vibrant, borderline psychedelic, colors in all of her clothes, with goofy designs on her leggings, skirts, and shirts. In contrast, Dipper dressed far darker in dark jeans, band tees, dark vests or hoodies, sometimes a dark beanie, or more commonly a cap. Even their jewelry varied, with Mable going all out with silly bands, charmed necklaces, and nacho earrings, which she ate when she got hungry in class, while Dipper stuck to simple black studs for his earrings, and maybe a loose choker and black diamond earrings if he wanted to feel pretty.

Needless to say, they were a spectacle standing beside each other, and with how close they were, even with a current drift they still had a strong twin bond. So, yes he understood the stares they got. That didn't mean though, that they were spared from his dull, hard glare as they passed.

Half way down the halls, it was obvious that Mable had no idea where they were, and rather than finding a map, the bubbly teen dragged Dipper over to two girls that stood at their lockers. One was tall, with bulking muscles and a strong chin, her hair was a light brown, pairing well with a pink tee that read 'cool', and purple knee length shorts, and a blue, pink, and white hair pin. The other was far smaller, wearing a modest green striped long sleeved shirt, and a darker green skirt with white tights, and black dress shoes, unlike the other she had long black hair and over sized glasses that reminded of Harry Potter. Basically, they were boring, and loud, and perfect for Mable as his twin asked for the directions to the office. 

After Mable's needless pleasantries, they were escorted to the front office, with Dipper staring at the ceiling as they walked. "Names please." The desk lady, chimed with a far happier voice than what was needed. 

"Mable and Dipping Sauce Pines!"  Mable giggled, making Dipper roll his eyes in fondness.

"It's Dipper Pines." He breathed out from his nose, obviously bored. 

"I have a Mable Pines, but no Dipper. There is a Mas-" She was cut off after handing Mable a simple white sheet of paper. 

"Yes. That one." He all but growled, glaring at the lady. She gulped and pushed forward his class sheet. 

"Dipper, you didn't have to be so mean." Mable pouted.

He blinked at her before pinching her nose and scribbling out his name, ignoring her pouting, and taking in the information:

M̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ "Dipper" Alex Pines Sex: M Age: 16 DOB: August 31

Student Number: 1834 Locker Number: 985 Locker Code: 13-34-20

Homeroom-------8:50 am-------9:00 am

Honors Geometry-------9:05 am------9:59 am

AP US History-------10:03 am------10:51 am

Honors English------10:55 am------11:43 am

Biology-------11:47 am------12:35 pm

Lunch -------12:39 pm------1:09 pm

Art 1-------1:13 pm------2:01 pm

Free Hour-------2:05 pm------2:53 pm

Music Study-------2:57 pm------3:50 pm

A frown tugged at dippers lips as he stared at him scheduled. His parents gave him three free ride class in art, music study, and a free hour in hopes of having the year to hard on him after. Honestly that was just going to make things worse for him. Studying was probably the only think he would be able to do to distract himself. 

"See you later Mable." He sighed, walking towards the lockers, thanking whatever demon was watching over him that he got a map along with his time table. Mindlessly he eyed the tops of the lockers before coming a stop at a plain dark blue locker with the numbers '985' drilled into the top. "At least the color doesn't suck." He shrugged, and started fiddling with the built in lock system.

Dipper slowly unpacked his bag, organizing his books and papers in a clean row where it would be easy to access and find everything he needed. He finished it off by hanging up two photos, one of him and Mable, and the other of a collage he made of his favorite band. A small smile worked its way onto his lips as he looked at his work. The corner or something was poking out of a book, causing him to huff and pull whatever it was out in haste, only to stop at the icy grey gaze that started back at him.

Tears burned in the corners of Dipper's eyes as he stared down at the photo. Unconsciously, he bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting the warm metallic blood as he fought, and pushed the dark memories that gripped his mind.

"It really isn't a good idea to cry in public." A voice whispered against his ears, causing Dipper to halt. The voice was deep, and smooth, the kind that sent chills down your spine. 

Quickly, Dipper snapped out of himself, blinking away the un-shed tears, and licking away the blood from his lip. He whipped around, glaring into dark silver brown eyes. "I wasn't crying."

A smirk pulled on pale lips. "Right."

Dipper frowned, glaring at the pale, dark clothed teen in front of him. 'Who the hell is this guy?'