I hate my life, yeah, I said it. You may think I'm over exaggerating or just another teen complaining and don't know how good I have it. Bullshit, my life SUUUUUUUCKS. Let's start from the beginning. My name's Gamzee, I'm 15, and it's my sophomore year at some shitty highschool I can't remember the name of. Currently, I'm stuck in chemistry. My favorite class on some motherfucking days, but the rest I hate this shit. It's always trying to mess with my miracles, man. But it's not the only reason I hate this class. The exact reason is in row one, third table, on the left. And his name is Karkat Vantas. Little motherfucker has no idea either sitting next to that fucker Sollux. It's not that I hate him specifically, no his motherfucking great, but I hate the fact that he has no idea I exist. We talked a little bit last year, as freshmen, and he kinda shot me in the blood-pusher. He was motherfucking cute, I'll admit that much. I met him in Alternia History, we sat next to one another so we up and like to talk in our free time. One day we had to start an optional career day presentation and he told me he wanted to be a red-rom author. I laughed, a Red feeling author? I told him he'd be great at it anyway, shouldn't shoot a motherfuckers dreams. Looking back, laughing probably wasn't the smartest. I'm motherfucking smart.

"GAMZEE!" I snap back from my regrettable flashback to hear some chuckles coming from the rest of the class." If you're done sleeping I'd like you to tell me how many atoms are in a molecule of Hydrogen Chloride."

"ThE mOtHeRfUcK sHoUlD i KnOw?" I grumble to myself while my friend beside me chuckles.

"Excuse me?" She glares at me with a look of annoyance. Ah, hell, I up and choose the best day to fuck with her, again. "If you are not going to take this class seriously, Mr. Makara, then you may leave. I'm not going to have you distract the class with your clowning. Speaking of which, isn't your make-up breaking school code?"

"I sAiD tWo. OnE oF HyDrOgEn aNd OnE oF cHlOrInE." I huff out. No need for her to up and get upset, it's only my religion. The class is utterly silent for a few moments that seem like hours and I feel the glares on the back of my neck heat up fast. God, can we just move on? She finally pulls out another popsicle stick and calls on the next motherfucker. Good, now I can go back to sleep. It's more important than this class will ever be.

"uH, gAMZEE?" I don't lift my head but I tilt it in the voices direction.

"YeAh, TaVbRo?" Tavros is one of my closet motherfucking friends. He switched into this class from physics so we could be lab partners, so I wouldn't be so lonely. I think he really doesn't get it but I like to help him out.

"tHINK YOU COULD HELP ME ON NUMBER SIX?"

"SuRe, WhAT yOu Up AnD sTuCk On?" I lift up my head, clanking my horns on the table in the process. Knocking all of our stuff over the side of the desk.

"WhOoPs."

"iT'S OK gAMZEE. i'LL GET IT."

"TaVrOs, It'S cOoL. I'lL dO iT."

"nO, I GOT IT." He stutters out. He wheels out from his mobile chair device's space and reaches over the side. Tavbro had an accident awhile back from another group of friends, well, acquaintances. They rather up and hang with the upper half of the Hemospectrum. I don't give a fuck either way. And being a highblood motherfucker I'm supposed to hang with them, but like I said, I don't give a fuck. they're too stuck up anyway for me.

"DUDE, HOW IN THE TAINT-CHAFFING FUCK IS ANY OF THIS SHIT VALUABLE!?" I turn my head, shit. There he goes.

"Mr. Vantas! Watch you're language!" HEY! Why does he get a warning while I get a lecture and an insult?

"THE FUCK I GIVE?" He says loudly to his Moirail Sollux. Our teacher rolls her eyes and looks back to the stack of worksheets she collected at the start of class. Why is he her class pet while I'm the one who actually knows and cares about their work? The rest of the class speeds by while Tavros and I finish our work the bell rings.

"yOU WANT TO, UH, WALK HOME WITH ME GAMZEE?" Tavbro ask me while slinging his bag on the back of his mobile chair device.

"SuRe, DoN't WaNt YoU WaLkInG aLoNe." I walk behind him and put my backpack on top of his.

"wELL, NOT WALKING…" I laugh, we head out the door to the elevator, they have it for students with "needs".

"gAMZEE…" Tavros says while I hit the button to the bottom floor.

"YeAh, TaVbRo?"

"uH, NOT TO INTRUDE OR ANYTHING BUT, hAVE YOU TALKED TO HIM YET?" I look at him and he darts his eyes in the opposite direction. He's talking about Karkat, of course I told him I liked him, he was my best-friend. But, he knows I don't up and talk about it too much.

"No, ThAt MoThErFuCKeR dOeSn'T kNoW i Up AnD ExIsT."

"wHY DON'T YOU JUST TRY AND TALK TO HIM? tHE MOST HE CAN DO IS IGNORE YOU." We get to the bottom floor and walk towards the exit of the school.

"I'm NoT sUrE tHaT's A gOoD cOnSaLaTiOn PrIzE, TaVbRo." Tavros shrugs wheeling down the hill. We talk until we arrive at the front of his hive. I wave good bye to him as he closes the door, and walk back to my house. I don't like to let him go by himself to his house so I pass mine up to make sure he's up and cool. It's starting to get sunny as I walk up to my door and unlock it. I walk in, tossing my stuff by the door and flop down on the couch. My mind starts to wander as I think about what Tavbro said in the elevator. Ok, maybe up and staring at him like a fucking creeper is getting old. Maybe if I just message him? That's not bad, I mean, he wouldn't know. I flop over to my stomach, thinking harder. He has a Trollian, I remember seeing him text on it, and I can probably just send him a quick message. I smile to myself, he wouldn't even know. I roll over to the floor and crawl over to my husktop. So simple, message, maybe talk ,and go offline. I can finally get it over with, two motherfucking years is a long damn time to like someone. Sitting in my chair, I go to the search box. What the hell was his name? CairoGenio? I type that in, it's a start. It puts up an account called carcinoGeneticist. Mine as well try.

terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]

TC: HeY, Is ThIs MoThErFuCkInG KaRbRo?

CG: IF YOU MEAN KARKAT THEN YES

CG: WHO IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK IS THIS? AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU FINE MY ACCOUNT?

CG: IF YOU'RE A HACKER TRYING TO GET MY ACCOUNT I WILL FUCKING HURT YOU

Isn't he just the nicest?

TC: nO mAn, I aIn'T AlL aNd TrYiNg To HaCk YoUr AcCoUnT. ThAT wOuLdN'T Be A MoThErFuCkInG MiRaCLe.

CG: OH NO. YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THOSE FUCKING JUGGALO DOUCHES ARE YOU?

CG: DON'T START WITH ANY OF THAT SHIT.

TC: BrO…I jUsT WaNtEd tO SaY sOmE WoRdS.

CG: WHAT IS IT? YOU'RE STARTING TO WASTE MY VAUABLE HOMEWORK TIME. IT'S LIKE EVERYTIME I GET ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT OF A WEBSITE SOME ASSHOLE WANTS TO TALK. AM I'M SO IMPORTANT THAT EVERY IDIOT NEEDS TO SPEAK TO ME? NO, WAIT, DON'T ANSWER THAT.

TC: i Up AnD lIkE yOu.

There, that was easy. I'm about to log off and leave him alone when he responds.

CG:…

CG: WHAT?

TC: I uP aNd LiKe YoU. ThAt'S aLl.

CG: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU TRYING TO PRANK ME OR SOME SHIT?

TC: nO, I'm SeRiOuS mOtHeRfUcKer. I lIkEd YoU fOr AwHiLe, aNd My BrO tAlK mE iNtO mEsSaGiNg YoU.

TC: So, YeAh.

CG: THEN WHO THE HELL IS THIS?

TC: i DoN'T wAnT tO uP aNd SaY.

CG: SO YOU TELL ME YOU LIKE ME AND YOU DON'T WANT TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE?

TC: YeAh.

CG: WHAT FUCKING LOGIC DOES THAT MAKE?! YOU JUST RANDOMLY FIND MY ACCOUNT, AND YOU TELL ME YOU LIKE ME AND NOW, YOU CAN'T EVEN SAY WHO YOU ARE? THIS SEEMS LIKE A HORRIBLE WAY TO WIN ME OVER. IT'S LIKE A BAD ROM-COM.

TC: wHeN YoU pUt It LiKe ThAt…

CG: YEAH IT SOUNDS RETARDED. NOW IF YOU WANT TO SEEM LESS OF A DOUCHE TO ME YOU COULD TELL ME YOUR FUCKING NAME AND WE CAN MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES.

TC:….Uh…..

terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]

CG: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

"Oh My GoD" I say aloud while slamming my head on my desk. "ThAt TuRnEd OuT wOrSe ThAn I ThOuGht." Why did I do this? I couldn't just keep quiet and keep my feeling to myself. Now what the hell am I going to do? I slip my chair out from behind me and get up to walk to my room. I'm a motherfucking idiot. Wanting to relax I decide to take a shower. The water goes from cool to hot as I toss my shirt to the floor. I'll probably wear it tomorrow, I'm low on clean clothes and that one's not too bad. I sit down in the corner and let the water flow over my body. Ah, well, maybe this'll blow over soon. After all it's only Monday.

A/N: Now, I'm not so sure about this story, but, I'm planning on continuing this I'd appreciate any reviews on this. The more critical, the better.