Surprise surprises, another Davekat fic. Should I maybe try a new pairing at some point?
Hah, nah!
Also, as mentioned in the summary, I have recently dedicated this horrible thing to L3MONSNOUT413 (Guest) so there's that too.
Anyways, let's just get on with this, then, shall we?
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Sometime, I hear someone say his name, and even though I know they don't mean him it still fucks me up a bit. It makes me think about him, and I already do that enough at this point.
If anything, hearing someone say his name just makes me feel like throwing up.
I miss him, honestly. Sometimes I think I can almost hear his voice, but I am starting to forget what he sounded like.
I'm starting to forget what he looks like, too.
Then I remember, stupid aviators and blinding blonde hair.
I hated those stupid glasses he always wore.
I never once got to see what his eyes look like.
Maybe that's one thing I regret the most.
Never getting to see his eyes.
I remember, one day, he had them off and they were hanging from his shirt. But when I looked up to see what he looked like without them, I almost punched him in the face.
The asshole was wearing neon pink hipster sunglasses.
He smiled at me, and said "It's ironic." Then I really did punch him in the face.
And oh my gosh, I remember the first day we met...
God I even remember what he was wearing that day. The fucking prick.
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you hate this class.
The only reason you are in P.E. is because those stupid school people fucking said it was 'mandatory in order to graduate blah blah blah' like you give a shit.
Even so, here you are, huddled in the corner of the gym with your ear-buds firmly shoved in each ear.
Having been in this stupid class for almost two months now, the coach has stopped trying to get you to participate.
You have B- in this class.
You could try harder, you know that. But really, who gives a fuck? It's P.E. it's not like anyone is really going to use whatever knowledge they learn in this class to get a job.
Okay, so that's not true, but you won't need this to get the job you want.
Amist your grumbling about the stupid class, you notice a new student slowly walk into the gym from the other side.
Curious, nothing else, you crane your neck slightly to get a better look.
He strides over to the coaches and introduces himself.
Being so far away, you don't hear what he says, or what they say to him. All you know, is that a huge smile breaks across his stupid face and he jogs over to join the class.
Instantly, you see John bound over to him and they hit it off quickly.
For the rest of the hour, you watch the two idiots push at each other and run circles around the gym.
...
One of your least favorite, as well as your favorite, classes is 5th hour.
For some reason, you are fucking fantastic at math, but you hate it.
You hate doing it.
Too bad your a genius when it comes to formulas and all that shit.
Ten minutes into to class, everyone looks up at the sound of the door opening.
A figure stumbles into the class, and your head instantly shoots up to stare at him when you catch a glimpse of platinum blonde hair.
Your seat is all the way in a corner, so you doubt he will notice you staring.
He walks smoothly over to your teachers desk and hands him a note, saying nothing.
Smiling, your teacher points to in empty desk near the front...on the other side of the room.
Your eyes follow him as he walks to the empty desk and takes a seat.
You watch as his head turns and you realize for the first time that this asshole is wearing aviators.
What a prick.
Your eyes travel downward, and you notice that he's also wearing some fucking bright red ass long sleeve shirt. His arm blocks the logo on the front, but you faintly recognize a popular band logo.
Then you look to his jeans and almost start laughing. This idiot is wearing cargo pants. In autumn, for fucks sake.
And honestly, autumn in Washington is almost like winter in most other states.
You look back up to his aviators to see them turned towards you.
Instantly you look back to your paper, glaring at the problems staring back at you.
Maybe you can start to hate math class a little less.
...
Lunch, you spend trying to find the asshole with aviators.
Seeing that he has absconded your line of sight, you sit down with your friends and start eating.
John starts chatting away about something or other and you quickly tune him out.
It's only when the boy from earlier sits down, do you tune back into the conversation.
"This is my new friend!" John introduces him.
Your face heats slightly, and you grip your tray of food just a slight bit tighter.
"Name's Dave. Dave Strider." He says, his aviators facing everyone at the table. You almost spit up the milk you just took a drink of.
Of course he would have that as a name.
Strider.
'He strides over to the coaches and introduces himself.' you remember thinking those words, and mentally slap yourself across the face.
He sticks his hand out, across John, and into your face.
"You?" he asks, a slight smile on his face.
John moves slightly out of the way, so Dave is no longer leaning over him.
You take Dave's outstretched hand and give it a slight shake.
"Karkat." you mumble, feeling your face heating slightly.
Instantly taking your hand back and making a mental note to slap yourself in the face later, you glare at your tray again.
You hear John introducing the rest of your friends to Dave, and you hear him greet each one the same.
"Yo." with a slight wave of his hand.
All the wile, his sunglasses are still trained on you.
What. A prick.
...
You love the sound of the final bell. It is your favorite.
You should really record it and set it as your ringtone for everything.
Even as you weave your way between people, trying to get to your locker so you can leave, your thoughts suddenly take a turn for the worst.
Aviators.
Stupid aviators and bright blond hair.
Just as you think of him, he poofs in front of you.
Just like that.
You even think you hear the 'poof' sound.
"Hey there, Kitkat." he greets, smiling down at you.
The fact that he's taller than you pisses you off.
"My name is Karkat." you growl back.
He laughs, throwing his head back in glee. You catch a glimpse of the roof of his mouth as he does so.
Shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, you grumble under your breath and continue on towards the locker you share with John.
"Hey wait up!" Dave follows after you.
You are in no mood to deal with him.
No mood at all.
Quickly, you gather your things and slam the locker door shut before rushing out the school doors.
In your hast, you are too busy to notice that your notebook fell out, and you left it behind.
You don't see it when Dave bends down to pick it up from the floor.
...
And there we go.
Dave being a creep, and Karkat being a grump.
Pretty much canon, right?
Eh whatever, close enough.
Right so...
there.
Chapter 2 coming soon? I think...