(Karkat's POV)
Well, it's really sunny today. I'll probably get a horrible sunburn. Even worse, Strider just came up to me and is walking next to me. I hate putting up with this dick, and I've only known him for like, a week or two.. He thinks he's so infallible and cool or whatever, and any time I tell him how stupid he is or that I hate him, he gets this smug look on his face like he ENJOYS being hated or thinks it's funny or some other dumb shit. That or he's just really fucking stupid.
It's probably the latter.
Anyways, I'm Karkat Vantas. I'm short, annoying and angry, I always look tired, I cuss a lot, and I just moved to a dumb town in the suburbs where I attend Skaia High with my closest (only) friend, Kanaya. That's all there really is to know about my shitty self. The REAL focus here and now is the asshole walking next to me, named Dave Strider. Man, does he push my buttons like no fucking tomorrow.
"Hey, short dude."
I ignore him. Not just because I don't want to talk to him, it's also for the sheer satisfaction of pissing him off, if I could. Either way, I just stare kind of downwards and continue walking and ignoring him.
"Yo, duuude." He's trying to get my attention again. I roll my eyes and groaned, still not replying to him. Suddenly I'm pulled to the side and closer to him, with me narrowly avoiding collision with a telephone pole. Not realizing that he just saved me from parading face first into a giant log like an idiot, I pushed him away from me . "What the everloving fuck, Stridouche?" I was used to him doing obnoxious things already, but that didn't make me any less angry (or confused, at the time).
He was probably just trying to woo me or flirt with me like he does with just about everyone else. To pull me close to him in some stupid romantic way because I'll 'Always be close no matter what'.
Why am I having any thoughts involving Dave and romance? Ew. That's not at all what I'm looking for and I don't know why I was picking that out specifically, of all things.
"I got you out of the way of that pole, that's what the everloving fuck, Vantas"
"Oh."
"Well it's not like I asked for your help." I can avoid collisions with telephone poles any way I want, and I don't need Strider's help for that.
"Yeah well if I didn't get you out of the way then you'd have a face full of wood."
Seconds after finishing his sentence, he smirked to himself.
"Ugh, what the fuck ever." I groaned just before walking away in a bit of a huff.
We finally arrive at Skaia high, and I walk inside quickly in an attempt to avoid talking to him more. Despite the fact that I wanted, and still want nothing to do with him-in first period, I kept getting really distracted by him for some reason.
I walk into the next class sit down next to him. Why did my past self have to pick this seat out of all of them. After only a week I regret choosing this this one. Throughout the entire class he just keeps turning to me and smirking, chuckling, or making some weird sexual gesture with his hands as a joke or something. I couldn't even pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying half of the time. Ugh.
After class, when we're all just walking out, he stops me in the hallway.
"Yo man what's hangin"
Uh, what makes him think he can just talk to me like everything's all chill or whatever?
"Nothing. Nothing is hanging. Though I may as fucking WELL BE when I have to talk to you."
"Well, okay."
He looked almost offended, though anyone who's known him for more than a day could tell that he wasn't.
"Anyway, you're welcome. For practically saving your life." He looked proud of himself, though obviously for some reason other than actually helping someone. I couldn't tell what it was though, and I didn't really care.
"One, you didn't save my life at all. Two, I didn't fucking thank you", I hiss at him angrily
"I know," He paused. "But you will be later." He said that in his 'This is an innuendo' voice, then smirked. He looks like he's winking in some 'ironic' way, as he would put it-but I can't really tell because of his shades. I dunno why he added the extra wink, I mean there wasn't any need for emphasis on anything, I don't think. The only other reason I can think is that he'd do that is if he was almost serious, but there's no way he would ever like me anyway-not that I wanted him to, though.
I'm so over-analyzing this.
I realized after a moment that I still didn't respond. I angrily spurted out "How about no fucking way in hell", and all he did was chuckle quietly and then stand there. What the fuck is this dude's PROBLEM?
After he didn't do anything for a little bit, I decided to get my things together for English, which was next period. After that, I left, and Dave was still just standing there. Fucking weirdo.
