This song is kinda based off the one-shot. And someone please help me! I can't stop listening to this amazing song! But anyways, Enjoy!

You and Dipper's Age: 17

~•~Your POV~•~

"Outta my way!" I yelled, pushing a nerd out of my way.

People made a path for me as I stomped into the cafeteria. You see, I'm your typical bad girl. Everyone is scared of me, besides my friends, and that wasn't a lot. It's not my fault, I'm just bitchy to everyone. At the moment, I was looking for my friend. He called me in the middle of class and got me detention. Bastard.

I stomped over to my table I sat at. He was already there with his twin sister, who might I add happens to be my best friend. I put on the most scariest and angry face I could as I approached him. I pulled him out of his seat by the hem of his flannel shirt. Remember how I said that everyone was scared of me,

Apparently, not to this dork.

The whole cafeteria was watching us, whispered and watching closely. The dork just had a smirk on his face as we were face to face.

"Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to call me in class?!" I yelled.

He shrugged.

"I thought it would have been funny." He said.

I pulled him closer to my face, which shocked him a little.

"If you ever think about getting me into detention again, it'll be the last fucking thing you'll ever do!" I yelled, "Got it?!"

He just gave me a blank face.

"No promises." He smirked.

I growled at him and threw him back in his seat. He still looked completely calm as I stomped over to the side Mabel was on and sat next to her, crossing my arms and giving Dipper death glares. He just rolled his eyes at me. I hate it when he does that.

I pick on Dipper a lot. But that's only because I really like him. He used to be scared of me, but he eventually got to know me better (mostly from Mabel). And ever since then, he's the only guy in the school who doesn't wet their pants when I even look at them.

He's just not afraid of me and I can't convince him. He's the only guy that fights back with me. That's why I like him. But I'm dangerous. He pushes me, I push him back, he screams at me, I scream at him back, but louder. And I'm not afraid to get physical. He's not boring or cowardly, he's- different and- tough. Sometimes charming might I add.

He thinks that he knows me, but he doesn't.

Ok, maybe he might a little,

Ok, he might know me a lot,

But I deny it all the time, including now. He doesn't, he never will. I'm not open book, I'm more like a book wrapped up in thousands of chains guarded by werewolf's and vicious, poisonous snakes.  

I also play hard to get. I know he try's to flirt with me, which I'm really happy about, but I just roll my eyes at him or punch him in the gut. I think he might be immune to being punched now because of me. I grew up with three older brothers and a crazy family. That's the main reason why I'm me.

And even though I might look stunning and beautiful, I also look like someone you don't wanna mess with. I have some piercings here and there, but I barley use them. My clothing is the casual quirky clothing, but some bad girl splashed on to it- literally and metaphorically.

I've got my own (F/c) and black motorcycle, a German Shepard named Fang, I'm pretty flexible and capable to do parkore, I've got a smart mouth, and I'm part tom boy as well.

Instead of getting my own lunch, I waited for someone to walk past me with there lunch. Once someone did, I took their lunch. They were too scared to take it back, so that person just went to get another lunch. It might seem like I'm heartless, well, I am, but I do care about somethings.

Sometimes.

:::::TIMESKIP:::::

I walked down the hallway towards the outside of school. Again, people made a path for me. I stepped outside and shivered. I forgot it was winter. Dammit, I forgot to get a jacket. I guess a light green blouse, dark jeans, and leather boots don't keep you warm. This just put me in a bitchy mood. I walked over to my motorcycle that was parked in front of the school.

Remember how I said that the kids were scared of me? The teachers are too. So, I didn't get yelled at, well, besides Mr. Schnee's class. He isn't scared of me. That's the class I got detention in. I was also just leaving detention now. I was foot away from my motorcycle, when I heard someone call my name.

"(Y/n)!"

I turned around and faced the dork.

"What is it now, Dipper?" I asked rudely.

"What are you going to be doing after school today?" He asked.

"Well I'm not going to detention and I'm definitely not going to be hanging out with you." I snapped, crossing my arms.

He put his hand against his heart.

"Ouch. That hurt." He said.

I know him though, so he was fooling around. He wasn't hurt that I said that. Like I said, he thinks he knows me.

"Good." I said.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry I got you detention, ok? It was a joke. I know you-"

"Dipper, you don't know me!" I snapped.

For the first time ever, I saw him shocked.

"(Y/n), of course I know you." He said.

"No, you don't. You don't know anything about me, you don't know my feelings, you don't know that I'm dangerous and could hurt you! You. Don't. Know. Me." I said, saying the last part coldly.

"(Y/n), I do know you. I know you don't like to get pushed around, I know that you're really a nice person on the inside, I know you're dangerous, but you're a good dangerous." He said.

We stood there for a minute. A cool breeze went by us, making me shiver and hug myself.

"Hey, are you cold? Here, take my jacket." Dipper said.

"No, I don't want your dirty jacket." I said.

"I think you do." He smirked, wrapping the jacket around.

There he goes again. He thinks I want the jacket. I didn't say anything to him, I just huffed.

"Thanks." I mumbled angrily.

"What was that?" He smirked, "Could you say that louder?

I gave him a look.

"I said thanks." I mumbled, but a little louder.

"Come again?" He smirked, putting his hand next to his ear.

I growled at him.

"I said thanks, ok?! Geez! I'm going home now!" I shouted, walking to my motorcycle.

Before I could reach it, he blocked my path.

"Awe, plwease dwon't weave, Miss. Cwry Baby." He said, talking to me like I was a baby.

I gave him a death glare. Then out of no where, something hit me in the back of my head. I gasped, the coldness going down the back of my shirt. I clenched my teeth and turned around sharply, looking for the victim. A group of guys stared back at me, their faces paler then the snowballs in their hands.

"Did you just- throw a snowball? AT ME?!" I yelled.

They didn't answer. They dropped the snowballs they were holding and backed up slowly. I screamed and started to run at them, but Dipper grabbed my arms and held me back.

"Dipper, let go of me!" I yelled.

"No. It was accident. They didn't mean to." He said calmly.

I was able to break one of my arms free. I used the free hand to hit the back of his palm. He eventually let go, but then grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. I screamed and tried to kick him.

"DIPPER!" I yelled.

He put me back down, but he still had a firm grip around my waist. I was facing him though and he was staring at me. I gave him death glares though.

"Dipper, let me go no-"

He cut me off by kissing me. My eyes widened and I stood completely still. Eventually, I kissed back, closing my eyes and tangling my my fingers in his hair. Before the kiss could go any farther, he broke apart. He was smirking.

"I thought it was the only way to make you shut up." He said.

I still stared in awe at him. But a smirk grew on my face. I grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me, our forehead touching.

"Well, this time you were right, dork." I smirked.

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and slid out of his grip. I walked over to my motorcycle. Before I could hop on, I turned around and faced him, who stared at me in awe.

"I think you do know me." I smirked, hoping onto my bike, putting my helmet on, and riding off.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this!

~gianna_northwest