You Refuse to be In Love
Note: I ship Dave and Karkat so much its unhealthy. Reviews are eaten like bricks of delicious spicy tofu. ouo.
Your name is Dave Strider. THE Dave Strider. You're pretty much the coolest person. Ever. So you refuse to have any kind of romantic feelings for the depressed kid who came to the school this year. You refuse to admit that he's attractive to you in the least. It can't happen. You're too cool for that.
You first met him when he ran into you in the hall. Literally. He was zoned out and ran into you. Most people would freak out and apologize a billion times. I mean, you are THE Dave Strider. He just looked up at you (yeah- looked up- he's pretty short) and said,
"Out of the way, fuckass," pushing you aside. You were too shocked to respond. You just stood there for a minute, trying to fathom what happened, and then left for class.
You only started having romantic feelings for the kid later that day. You were kind of late to English class, so all the seats were taken except the one by him. He was asleep fifteen minutes into the class. You couldn't focus on the teacher at all because you were too busy looking at his adorable sleeping face. His eyelashes were so long, you thought they might be fake. And his lips- oh his lips were perfect. They looked like tissue paper- like if you pressed down on them, they'd stay like that even when you stopped. Yeah, you were probably blushing by the end of English just from looking at him. No one would be able to tell, though, because you hid your face behind sunglasses.
Now you sit in Math class. It's the end of the day, and you're dying to leave the stuffy classroom. Finally, the bell rings and you leave your seat. Outside, you see the boy from before and you become aware of your heartbeat. But something isn't right. He's yelling at another boy…
Thud.
The other boy's fist collides with his face. The boy you refuse to have a crush on is doubled over in pain, clutching the left side of his face. You go up to the bully.
"Hey. Violence is not appreciated by the Strider," you say. He grunts and walks off, not bothering to challenge you. You turn to the boy in pain.
"You alright?" you ask, trying to keep yourself from prying his hand from his face and looking at the damage.
"I'm fine, fuckass," he says.
"The name's Strider. Dave Strider," you say.
"Karkat fucking Vantas," he says, obviously annoyed by the fact you haven't left yet. You can't take it anymore. Everyone else has left already, so you walk up to him and push his hand away from his injury. He doesn't say anything. He just looks down.
"Damn," you say. His left eye is sunken in and surrounded completely by dark purple bruises. You then realize you're touching his face, so you pull away abruptly.
"Sorry," you say, looking off to the horizon instead of at Karkat.
"What the fuck for?" He asks, staring straight at you. You have no idea how to answer, so you don't. Instead, you pull out a piece of paper and a pen and start writing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Karkat looking confused. You smile slightly. He's so cute when he's confused. Once you're finished, you hand him the paper.
"Call me if there's ever any trouble again," you say. You then start walking to the school parking lot. Once you start up the car, you hear 'Call Me Maybe' on the radio and laugh. Such irony.