What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

9: Library.

Y/n's pov

Dustin and I parked our bikes outside the public library and headed inside, getting all the books we could find on reptiles and amphibians.

We got five and walked to the front desk.

Dustin, slammed the books down onto the counter with a smile.

"Jesus, Dustin." I whispered to him.

The librarian looked up at us with a bored expression.

"You two know the rule. Five at a time." She said plainly.

"Yeah. One, two, three, four and five." Dustin said, pointing to each of the books.

"Twelve. You, Ms. y/l/n already have two checked out and You, Mr. Henderson have five, three of which are over due." The librarian stated plainly.

"My mistake, but... however... We are on a curiosity voyage, and we need our paddles to travel. These books..." Dustin said.

"...these books are our paddles." He tried to explain.

I nodded, slightly confused as the librarian just gave us an unimpressed cold stare.

"Five. At. A. Time." She repeated to us.

"Are you shitting me?!" Dustin said.

"Excuse me?" The librarian said, shocked.

"What the hell...?" I said pointing behind her where absolutely nothing important was.

She looked behind her, confused while Dustin and I scooped up the books.

"Hey! Mr-Mr Henderson, Ms y/l/n!" She yelled as we exited the building.

"We need our paddles!" I shouted as we left.

We ran out of the library and I handed Dustin the books I was carrying so he could put them in his backpack.

When we finally got to school, the late bell was just ringing.

"Shit!" I said as we parked our bikes near the bike rack.

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(3rd persons pov)

"The case of phineas gage is one of the great medical curiosities of all time. Phineas was a railroad worker in 1848 who had a nightmarish accident. A large iron rod was driven completely through his head. Phineas miraculously survived. He seemed fine. And physically, yes, he was. But his injury resulted in a complete change to his personality. So much that friends that knew him started referring to him as "no longer gage." At the time, this was known as the American crowbar case. Although it wasn't-" Mr. Clarke was saying, but was interrupted by y/n and Dustin bursting in the room, looking as if they had just run a mile to get there.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Clarke, really. I'm so sorry." Dustin said, walking over to his seat.

"Please continue with the class, don't mind us. Really, continue. Please." Y/n insisted as she went to go sit at her desk beside Dustin.

They both plopped down into their seats, looking exhausted.

(Y/n's POV)

Dustin and I sat down and Mr. Clarke continued.

"...As I was saying, it wasn't a crowbar. It was a rod." Mr. Clarke said.

"We have to meet. All of us. At lunch, in the A.V. room." Dustin whispered back to Mike, Lucas and Will.

"Why?" Mike asked.

"We have something that you won't believe." Dustin said.

All the boys nodded.

Dustin turned around to tell Max.

"A.V. club. Lunch." I whispered, and she nodded.

"Meet us in the A.V. room, lunch!" Dustin whispered loudly and she gave him an exaggerated thumbs up to show him she already understood.

"Dustin?" Mr. Clarke said loudly.

Dustin turned right back around to face forward.

"Yes, my lord?" Dustin said.

"Would you care to join the class now?" Mr. Clarke asked.

"Please! Yes." Dustin answered.

"Case of Phineas gage." Mr. Clarke said as Dustin took out his book.

"Phineas gage." Dustin repeated.

"Page 104." Mr. Clarke confirmed.

"104? 104." Dustin said, digging through his bag.

"Focus." Mr. Clarke said.

"Focusing. Focusing." Dustin affirmed.

Mr. Clarke continued to talk about Phineas gage and the human brain, and the lunch bell finally rang after a long lecture about nerve systems.

Everyone got up and the party and I headed for the A.V. room, trying to not look suspicious.

We were all in the A.V. room, including Max, as Dustin opened the trap revealing dart.

"His name is D'artagnan." Dustin said.

"Dart for short." I added.

Dustin picked him up.

"Cute right?" He asked.

"D'artagnan?" Mike asked, already sounding irritated.

"Like y/n said, Dart for short." Dustin confirmed.

"And, he was in your trash?" Max asked.

"Foraging for food." Dustin said.

"Here, you wanna hold him?" Dustin asked her.

"No. No." Max said shaking her head quickly.

"He doesn't bite!" Dustin said.

"I don't want to." Max said.

"Don't worry." Dustin said as he placed him in her hands.

"Oh, god. He's slimy!" Max said in disgust, putting it in my hands.

"I really don't enjoy this feeling!" I said, grimacing as I gave him to Lucas.

"Ugh, he's like a living booger." Lucas said, passing him to Will.

"Ugh, oh, god!" Will said in disgust, placing him in Mike's hand.

Mike brought dart closer to his face for examination.

"What is he?" Mike asked.

"Our question, exactly." Dustin said with a smile, motioning to me.

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