It was a brand new school. I was in the 8th grade, and me, my dad and my sister Jade had recently moved here. My dad is constantly moving due to his job, and since we obviously have to go with him, Jade and I constantly have to change schools.

There were new teachers, new students, and unfortunately, new bullies to deal with. Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure there are a few behind me right now.

Ugh, I don't have time for this bullshit right now. I have to get to class; I'm already running a bit late. And I can't on my first day, that probably wouldn't make the best first impression on the students and teachers.

"Hey, check out the new dweeb with the glasses and the stupid teeth."

It was true, I did have quite the overbite, but it's never been so bad to the point where I was unattractive.

Actually, to be honest, I did have a few girlfriends at my last school, although the first one Rose actually left me for some girl named Kanaya. As for my second girlfriend Vriska, well, I pretty much ended up dumping her after I found out she was a total bitch.

I had stayed friends with Rose though, and I would VERY occasionally have a small chat or two with Vriska. Because I changed schools so often, most of my friends were online. Not that I minded most of the time, it's just times like this where I wish I had more friends in real life.

I usually didn't mind these kinds of dickfaces; in fact, their insults were so stupid they weren't even really insulting. But I really had to get to class. I suppose the situation could be worse.

I spoke too soon. Or thought, I suppose.

One of the boys suddenly kneed me right in the side, causing me to kneel in pain while grasping the area with both of my hands, which also resulted in dropping everything I was carrying. Which included a few new textbooks, a binder, and a pencil case.

This new school is already beginning to piss me off. Must be a new record.

Before I could stand up and say something back at them, I heard a voice from across the hallway.

"Hey assholes, why don't you fuck off and leave him alone?"

As they turned around, I looked up to reveal a rather short guy. (Maybe about 4 inches shorter than me) He had dark brown hair that kind of went all over the place, and dark eyes. He also had a black long-sleeved turtleneck on. He wore long grey pants, and a pair of slightly worn out converse shoes. Despite his lack of nice clothing, he was fairly decent looking. He had a nice, round face, surprisingly flawless pale skin, with the slightest hint of freckles, and big eyes with long eyelashes. Dare I say he looked...cute?

Thinking this sort of thing doesn't make me a homosexual! Because obviously I'm not one! At least I am about 70% sure I am heterosexual.

Wait, why am I rambling in my mind like this? I should listen to what this guy has to say!

"What the fuck do you want? Can't you see we're busy dealing with the new idiot?"

"What I want is for you to stop fucking picking on the new guy and get the fuck out of here!"

"Ugh, fine, whatever. We don't need this shit right now." The main bully walked off taking his small group with him.

The boy extended out a hand to help me up.

I grasped his hand and stood on my feet. "Uh...thanks for that." I said as I began to pick up my previously dropped items carefully.

"Don't think I fucking helped you because I wanted to. I'm just really sick of those stupid douchebags."

Man, this kid sure cussed a lot. But he seemed somewhat…warm at heart. It almost seemed funny how he tried to sound so intimidating. And it was funny because he was so small compared to me. He probably only went up to about my chin.

"Mmkay, whatever you saaaaay." I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Don't you fucking start with me." He got a bit flustered, and his cheeks grew the slightest tint of light pink. He was trying to be scary, but I simply couldn't be intimidated by him. He was much too small and petite.

I think I could be friends with this guy.

"Hey."

He glanced back at me.

"What?"

"What's your name?" I asked with curiosity.

He paused for a moment before speaking.

"Karkat. Karkat Vantas."

I think I may have giggled a bit unintentionally.

"That's funny. It's like a car and a cat. Beep beep meow." I snickered a bit more. "But I like it."

He simply gave me a small glare before responding. "Whatever, I have to get to class. I'm already late because of you." He began to walk off, but I cut him off.

"Wait!" I called out to hi,. But only loud enough for him to hear, being careful not to attract attention from passerbys in the hallway.

He turned around and cocked an eyebrow.

"What is it now?"

"What grade are you in?" I asked.

"Eighth. Why?"

I couldn't help but crack a small grin.

"My name is John Egbert. Wanna be friends with me?"