Beep beep beep
There goes that annoying beeping sound again. It seems to have a system, as if it were to sound at this certain time...
Beep beep beep
Kind of like an alarm. Wait, that is an alarm. John sat up in a flash and slammed his hand down on the alarm. He looked around the room, though everything was fuzzy. He felt around for his glasses then slipped them on and turned to the glowing, green, blinking numbers. Adjusting to the slight darkness, he could now see them clearly.
6:30
'Shit shit shit!' John threw the covers off of himself then rushed into the bathroom. He hurriedly went through his morning necessities, then ran back into his room. He threw on a white Ghost Busters shirt and a pair of shorts, slipped into his shoes then grabbed his stuff and was out the door.
6:50
Record timing. John took his time walking to school, which was less than a mile away. 'Okay, so I have two, four, and six today...Ugh, that means I have to deal with that narcissistic asshole today...though I have to everyday-'. John's thoughts were cut short when he tripped and fell face first into a pile of mud. He could hear laughter, which meant he was at school.
"Oops." That voice. It seemed familiar. "Fuck you." John said, pulling himself from the mud and taking his glasses off to clean them. He looked up to see the fuzzy figure of his friend, Vriska. Well after what she just did she wouldn't seem like much of a friend at all, but she does stuff like this to everyone, so John learned it was nothing personal.
"What time?" She smirked and helped John up. "How about seven o'clock?" He rolled his eyes and used his jacket sleeve to wipe the mud from his face.
"You got a little something on your face." She pointed out. "Thanks, I didn't notice." John grabbed his bag then began to walk away. "Where're you going?" Vriska asked.
"To was this shit off my face." He answered, ready to hear her say something like 'Silly John! You can't just wash the ugly off your face!' or something even worse, but to his surprise she just answered with a simple "Okay, see you later!". Something must have caught her attention to keep her from adding a rude remark.
Though John just shrugged it off and walked into the men's bathroom. He turned both faucets and began splashing his face with water. John glanced in the mirror to finally see that there was no more mud. He turned the water off and started to dry his face when someone else came into the bathroom, yelling back at someone.
"If you think lowering my citizenship grade will keep my from swearing, then you're dead fucking wrong! Now why don't you go back to teaching a kindergarten class like old times! Y'know, when your husband actually fucking loved you and didn't cheat on you because you couldn't bear children!" Karkat fully stepped inside the bathroom. "Oh, hey John."
"Was Ms. Jones getting on your case again?" He asked nonchalantly. It had taken him awhile but he got used to Karkat's rude and loud behavior. "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I made her pathetic ass cry again. Which is stupid, she should be able to take the truth by now, its been years."
"Ease up on her Karkat. What happened to you? She was your favorite when we were toddlers." John leaned against the wall, remembering when they were only a few feet off the ground. Karkat was still mean, but he didn't cuss nearly as much as he did now.
"Yeah, well back then it was impossible to get an F on anything. Now she gives me an F on everything." He explained, going to the urinal and unzipping his pants. "Well that's because you use the F word in almost every form of writing, and its also a usual part of your diction."
"'Its also part of your diction'" Karkat mocked, "Oh shut the fuck up, Egbert. I don't need your stupid input or smart words." He finished taking a piss and zipped his pants up then flushed. "Karkat, we're Juniors, that sentence shouldn't have been difficult to understand in any way at all."
"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up." Karkat washed his hands, his tone grumpy and impatient. John sighed, giving up, then walked out of the bathroom with the other.
They continued chatting for awhile, when they approached a large crowd with a mix of boys and girls. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Walking past the crowd, John began coughing. "John? What's wrong? Are you alright?" He said, playing along with the other's act. John's sputtering had caused the crowd to quiet down and turn to him, giving him a good view of the most popular guy in school, Dave Strider.
"I-I...I'm choking on...Ego!" He faked another cough, then looked to the crowd with a shit eating smirk. Karkat burst into laughter and John soon joined him. They walked away from the glaring students, still laughing a bit. Though John felt a chill go down his spine, as if someone were watching him. He looked back, and he was right. The students weren't the one's staring him down, no. Their attention was given to the one who was staring at him. Dave Strider. Behind those shades it was hard to tell were he was really looking, but his head was faced in his direction, and it was really starting to bother him.
"John? Hello, Earth to idiot." Karkat raised a brow and jabbed John's side, causing him to squeak and look back at him. "Were you even listening to me?" John blinked a few times. "Hm? Oh, yeah yeah, cum thirsty idiots and stuff."
"That's not what I said you horny douche muffin!" Karkat growled and rolled his eyes, then looked back up at the other. "I said that weeks ago...How did remember that?" He asked. John responded with a simple shrug. "I dunno. It's hard to forget what you're saying when you usually yell it in my fucking ear." Karkat looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh..."
Before John could say anything else, the bell rang, signaling for class. Kids started rushing past each other, filing into their classes. "Shit, I gotta go, I'll see you at Nutrition!" Karkat tapped his shoulder then ran off. John just waved goodbye then walked to his class. He didn't even get a chance to walk in when a bunch of girls shoved passed him and knocked him on the ground. He looked up and saw they all crowded around one desk, some even sitting on his desk. He groaned and got up, wiping the dust off himself, then pushed a girl off his desk.
"Hey!" She yelped, falling to the floor, then looked up at John. "Oh, its you..." Jade scowled at her nerdy cousin. "Good morning to you too, my thirty hoe of a cousin!" John smiled at her and took his seat. She crossed her arms, and a small smirk went across her face.
"You sound almost exactly like Karkat! I think he's rubbing off on you, or maybe, against you." She grinned triumphantly, hearing his peers snicker, a few even saying "Oh, burn!". John glared at her. "Go fuck your dog." Before she could do anything to him, the teacher cut in.
" , I suggest you get in your seat before I mark you absent." He told her. She huffed, then leaned on John's desk. "This isn't over." She then walked to the back of the class and took her seat. John smiled and sat back in his seat. He closed his eyes while the teacher took attendance. Though, he started to get that uncomfortable feeling again, and opened on eye, glancing to his left. Again, Dave seemed to be looking at him.
'God this guy is creepy...Why is everyone so infatuated with him?' John opened his eyes and sat up, looking away from the other. But he could still feel his eyes burning into the back of his head. He kept shifting awkwardly, and even tried talking to some of his classmates, but this eerie feeling wouldn't go away.
"Alright, since this is Drama, we really shouldn't have finals, but we do!" The teacher announced, but John didn't groan like the rest of his class. And neither did Dave, but then again he hardly showed much emotion at all. "Oh shut up. Its simple really, most of you should get an A on this. You're all getting a script and at least one to two partners."
There were no more groans, but a few girls could be heard, murmuring 'Dave' and 'Stage kissing' and stupid things like that. John rolled his eyes. 'Thirsty bitches.' He thought to himself. He then sighed and searched around the room. Looking back, he could see Jade staring out the window, and the rest of the students were either talking amongst themselves, or sleeping.
"And finally, John Egbert and Dave Strider, you two will be partners for this final."
The room fell silent. Dead silent. John could feel almost everyone mad dogging him; And then he looked to Dave, who was smirking ever so slightly. He never felt so uneasy in his life.