Hello and welcome to 'A Cliche HighSchool Romance'! This story is being written by yours truly, and my wonderful Matesprit, so updates may be quite spaced out and long, or we might have a chapter every day. I hope you enjoy our writing, and reviews are always very welcome (encouraged, even).

I'm Dave Strider, cool kid extraordinaire. I'm the most awesomely ironic high-schooler you will ever meet. I'd go on and on about my personality and shit, but I'm guessing you already know all about that. Besides I'm gonna be late for school; I don't have time for that kind of crap.

I grabbed a comb, running it through my hair as I covered my eyes with my shades. I slipped on a red, gear themed hoodie, putting my backpack over my shoulder and jumping on my skateboard. I left the house without saying bye to my bro, I never do. He doesn't seem to care much. I glided easily across the streets to where my high school was; it wasn't a hard path to follow.

When I reached said school, I stopped, kicking my skateboard up and tucking it under my shoulder. I nodded at a few people (only when they said 'hi' or waved, though) until I had reached the stairs where my friends always hung out. We were like the Plastics in Mean Girls, only waycooler. Our group was made up by me, John Egbert—the dorky nerd who was only really there because he and I went way back—, Vriska Serket—who's a total bitch and we'd like to get rid of her, only we're pretty sure she could destroy us with the snap of her fingers—, Jade Harley—cheerleader—, Gamzee Makara –douche-y stoner—, and Sollux Captor—a total nerd who we let join the group so we could copy his homework, but he's both surprisingly cool and a hacker who could easily blow up our computers in eight seconds.

"Sup,"I greeted, taking my rightful place leaning against the wall.

Sollux pulled out the Science homework on instinct, and handed it to Dave.

"Wow, Sollux. I'm offended that you automatically assume that I didn't do my homework!"

"You never do your homework."

"True, but still." I smirked, opening up my backpack to pull out the needed materials to copy down the homework. Jade had been smiling brightly and bouncing slightly for quite a while, so I finally asked, "What's going on, Jade?"

"Okay so you know Feferi Piexes?" I noticed Sollux perk up. To fill you in real fast, Feferi was a cheerleader, totally hot, and had a great personality. Sollux also had the hots for her. "She just promoted me to co-captain!" She squealed. "Isn't that great?!"

"It definitely is!" Vriska said, in that tone that made everything seem sarcastic and mocking. I gave her a quick glare as Jades excitement quieted down.

"Dude,"I gave her an accusing look.

"What? I'm just agreeing with her!"

"Why do you have to say everything that… mean?"

"You literally bullied Sollux here into joining our group so that you didn't have to do your science homework, and now you're accusing me of being mean?"

"Sollux likes it here—,"

"I do!"

"—and I'm just asking you to watch your tone." Before Vriska could say whatever remark she was going to, Gamzee stepped forward and put his arms around both of their shoulders, giggling like an idiot.

"Why don't we all just motherfuckin' cool down and slam a cold faygo?"

Dave shoved his arm away. "Nobody wants any of your nasty soda."

"Tavbro likes it." Vriska scoffed.

"Tavros is the most undignified human—no, it'd be embarrassing to refer to him as the same species as me—thing that I've ever come in contact with."

"He's not that motherfucking bad! He's a great guy."

"I think he needs a little push. Down the stairs, that is." She cackled. Yes, cackled. Not laughed, not snickered, she cackled like a goddamn witch.

"Vriska!"John shouted, his voice full of offense, "Tavros is in a wheelchair, you don't say those kinds of things about people in wheelchairs!" She rolled her eyes as the rest of the group agreed with John.

And at that moment, a kid walked by. He was short, with puffy dark brown hair and boring brown eyes with dark circles under them. He looked like he was trying to hide his face in the oversized turtle neck sweater that he was wearing. He walked quickly past us, but halted stiffly in his tracks when Gamzee said, "Hey? Who the fuck are you?" He didn't say it in an intimidating tone, it was just his usual 'oh heeeeey motherfucker how's it going wanna go slam a fuckin' faygo?'tone of voice. The kid looked back at us, glaring.

"Why do you care?" His voice was surprisingly rough, and angry.

"'Cause. I know everybody here, but I don't know you. That means you're new."

He stayed silent for a moment, before turning away and heading up the stairs as he said, "I'm Karkat. Karkat Vantas."