Karkat was one hell of a sight. Short. Thin. Pale, snow-white hair that was a perpetual mess. Pinkish red eyes that were ringed by his body's memories of sleepless nights. This is kind of kid you look at and wonder if they glow in the moonlight, they're so pale. Though, one couldn't really tell; he always wore a big, baggy sweater with the hood up, and gloves over his hands. This didn't exactly stop assholes from being prejudiced towards anybody even a little different. And it seemed he wasn't getting out scott free today.
"Look, it's Casper, the pale freaky ghost!" He was shoved against the wall by- who even cared? It was some douchebag bigger than him again. And he should know better by now, but he didn't exactly have a 'flight' mode. So he shoved back. "FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE!"
They nicknamer grabbed a hold of Karkat and snatched his backpack, pulling it from his back and dumping the contents onto the floor. First bell rang and the boy chuckled. "Have fun being late, Casper."
Karkat dropped to his knees and hurriedly scooped his books into his bag, a frustrated scowl on his face. "Good-fucking-day to you too..." A pair of blue sneakers came into view and he looked up. He groaned internally; it was that exchange student from...somewhere in Europe. Greece? Sounded about right... Nepeta, cat girl, tail and all. He treated her to an acidic glare. "What, are you here to fuck up my day, too?"
She flinched back and shook her head rapidly, ears of her little blue cap flopping against her head. "N-no...I saw the tail-end of what happened..." She knelt down beside him and started picking up some of his papers. "...I wanted to help." She smiled nervously up at him and handed him the papers.
He hesitated before taking the papers from her. "...you'll be late too, you know."
She chuckled and handed him his last book. "I actually have this purriod with you. English in room 009, right?" She stood up. "I could say you helped me find the classroom."
He raised his eyebrow and stood up after her. "Oh, really? I..." Oh, wait, yeah. She sat in the back row, same as him. He zipped up his bag and shrugged it over his shoulder. "Well, then, I suppose that would work..." He eyed her suspiciously. "But why are you helping me? It's not like we've talked or anything..."
She gave him a small smile and shrugged. "Heh, well...let's just say that I was waiting fur the oppurrtunity to actually talk to you..." Second bell rang; classes had started. "Oh, but let's go, we're late!" She dashed off towards their class.
He sighed then dashed off after her.
After that day, they talked more.