Teacher/Student. WARNING: There will be mentions of hot teacher booty, English lessons, other lessons (in da bed ooo), and self harm (you know whos this is if it's one of MY fanfics) SO YEP! I also fail at having my life not be surrounded by Davekat.
You sighed, God you dreaded school.
Wait, who are YOU?
Let's introduce you before we all start your story.
YOUR NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS.
You are seventeen years old and you attend one of the most awful schools ever: High School. It doesn't have to be specific you just really fucking hate High School. YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT A TROLL AND TO YOUR KNOWLEDGE YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN A TROLL! Instead you're just a simple, plain, American. Pfft, who are you kidding, you're Canadian. Well, technically you aren't Canadian since you were born in America. But you're Canadian. Nobody really knows this though. You have black hair, even though your hair is naturally red like your brothers. With this, you were also cursed with freckles, and as your mother calls it "charming looks". Whatever. Your mother's been dead since you were twelve, and your dad's basically the most alcohol-obsessive guy in the world.
Wait, where were we? Oh yeah. You dreaded school.
You had just gotten to school, late, and it was already a third of the way through second period. You walked inside the building towards the office. When you were in there, you looked around. There was your average secretary, vice principal, principal, and the student aids. Right across the hallway was the Counseling center, oh all the times you've been there in the past four years of this garbage dump. You got your late slip and you left, going up to your class and walking in. Your English teacher was at the board trying to explain something, maybe another essay lecture or whatever, you didn't care. You tossed him the slip and sat down in the very back, sighing.
"Mr. Vantas, I need to speak with you after class today." You rolled your eyes. "Fine, Mr. Strider." You couldn't give any more shits than you needed to. The lesson continued, he was giving an assignment for a story. You basically had to write a whole plot of at least five pages. Most of the students groaned, you didn't mind, you were good at writing stories, well at least that's what your report card and your grades and your teacher say.
The bell rang and everyone left, except you. You usually just had study hall after this class and your teacher didn't expect anyone until after lunch. You let out a long sigh, going up to his desk where he sat.
"Alright, what do you want?" You asked, your reddish-auburn eyes glaring at him. He looked up through his aviators, gesturing you to sit in the desk next to his. "So, I need to talk to you about your three latest stories and essays." "Yeah?" He blushed slightly, taking them up in his hands and flicking through some of the pages. "In your story, you mention a lot of imagery that particularly describes the place your character ran. Then in your essay, you put everything I taught you and you twisted it. Actually took me five good readings and a skim to get what you were saying. Finally, in the last story you wrote, I noticed a change in pace. It started really nice, then it just gets really dark. It's like you're taking Poe and King and you're combining them into your writing. It's really impressive." You looked at him, raising your eyebrow.
"But?" He looked up, startled by your but. "Oh, but, again your stories lately, even in your essays, have gotten darker and darker. It started with your one story, which I don't get the title, and it progressively gets dark. After that, everything else just gets darker and darker to the point you're killing off at least one character in your story. As for all of your essays, you seem to be giving off a sad vibe, now, I've talked to the counselor about this, and she-" You groaned, god you knew this was going to get hard. He looked at you, and you pretty much knew what was going to happen.
"... And she told me that maybe instead of your original assignment for you, you are going to write anything. And since I know you use your own experiences for your stories, don't hold back. Alright?" You nodded, getting up and going to leave.
"Oh, and Mr. Vantas." You turned and looked at him, not realizing how close he had gotten. "Y-Yes?" He looked down at you, tilting your head up.
"Next time, don't be late to my class, I like seeing you come in on time." Your face started to go a light tint of pink before you pulled away and went to your next class. Ugh, you hated that teacher SO MUCH!
But yet... you couldn't help but smile at how nice he smelled today.