For this story there's something i must tell you. OOC.

OOC EVERYWHERE. ALL AROUND YOU.

Especially Tavros.

That is all.


Tavros shifted in his seat. Currently, he was in his 7th hour Geometry class. Usually stuff like this starts out where the student really hates their class and is just sitting there counting the minutes until the bell rings. Nope, not this one. In fact, Tavros actually enjoys his math class for a couple reasons. Reason number one, it's the last class of the day. Afterwards, he would get to leave school and indulge himself in whatever the heck he felt like. Reason number two, Vriska.

Even though he'd never audibly admit it, Vriska was one of his best friends. He really looked up to her. When he was younger, he was a coward. He had trouble talking to anyone, and he didn't know how to deal with anything. Then Vriska came along and changed everything. She's the reason Tavros is everything he is today.

Gamzee hates the girl, though. Scratch that, everyone hates the girl. She's kind of a bully. Okay, not "kind of". She is a bully, and a big one at that. But Tavros didn't mind, he guessed it was just her way of showing that she cares. Half of the time, at least. He supposed the other half consisted of her longing for acceptance. Apparently she never really fit in anywhere before she moved to their small town. He kind of pitied her.

A paper ball hit him in the face. He looked around confused for a moment, and then unwrinkled the paper to read it.

I know I'm hot and all but your

staring at me is getting a little freaky.

-V

He looked over to Vriska. He hadn't even realized he'd been staring at her. I guess you tend to do that when put in the same room with the person you like. He mouthed a "Sorry", and slouched back in his chair, tapping his eraser on his notebook.

The bell rang and Tavros began packing up his things. As usual, Vriska was at his side in a flash.

"You're so slow!" She complained, sitting into her left hip. She frowned as she spoke.

"Some people actually take notes, Vriska," He said, getting out of his desk. He put his pencil in the small pocket of his bag and zipped it up. Slinging one strap over his shoulder, he placed his hands in his pockets and began to walk towards the door. "So are we still on for Friday?" he questioned.

"Uhhh, no." She had a guilty look on her face, glancing everywhere but Tavros.

"Did you plan something else?" He stopped walking.

She only pulled him along with her. "You see, John has tickets to the midnight premiere of the new Nic Cage movie, sooo…"

"Oh my god, why do you hang around that guy? He's such a jerk." He complained. He wasn't so disappointed that she cancelled on him in general, it's more of that she cancelled on him for John. Tavros really didn't like that kid. Everyone thinks he's so happy and sweet all the time, but that's not the case at all. The guy is a major douche bag. Not everyone gets the chance to see that side of him, though. "So, you and John, are you guys... like... a thing now, or what?"

"Hmm..." Vriska rubbed her invisible beard. "Not exactly. I don't really know right now. I mean, we both like each other and all, but..."

"Sooo, you are a thing?" Tavros raised an eyebrow.

"No. No. No. Not a thing." Vriska waved her index fingers at him.

"If you say so," He said, opening his locker. Hearing that from her made him feel somewhat relieved. If Vriska had a boyfriend, he wouldn't know what to do. He took a moment to look her up and down once more. She had sandy blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. She was dressed in a green and white plaid shirt which hung open to reveal a white tank top. Her denim shorts hugged her hips perfectly. Her hair was down and wavy, with a black headband to accessorize. Her hipster frames close to falling off, as she looked down at her locker. He was a great deal taller than her. Hell, he was taller than a lot of people, but Vriska was small and petite. Don't let her size fool you though; she packs a hard as hell punch.

He looked back to his locker. It was pretty plain. He had a few books, and an extra jacket inside. The inside of the door was decorated with a few pictures. One that was taken of himself, and 15 other people at a party over the summer. Vriska was in the picture, along with John and his friends. Another was of himself and Vriska, on a boat in July. The last one was of him and Gamzee in Gamzee's living room. He sighed and grabbed his Biology book, putting his Geo book in it's place. He took a deep breath and shut his locker. "Hey-"

When he shut his locker, he noticed John had arrived without him noticing. The two were chatting it up without a care in the world. Tavros, being the jealous guy he is, decided he didn't want to stick around. He can only resist the urge to punch John for so long. He poked Vriska's side as he passed them and made his way down the hall.

Vriska looked away from John just long enough to call back to him, "Adios, Toreadork!" She snickered a little and turned back to the boy in front of her.

Tavros only waved back, letting out a barely audible "Later, Spiderbitch."

Through the courtyard. Past the library. Second door on the right. Tavros entered the boys locker room. He made his way around the right corner, to the area of lockers no one really used. Only two people, himself and guy he didn't know, had lockers on that side of the locker room. He wasn't sure exactly why though. The lockers were bigger, and they had convenient little hook things. To each his own, he supposed.

Tavros stripped down to his boxers, and got out his dancing clothes. Oh, that's right. Tavros is a dancer. Not ballet, or anything, though. He strictly does hip-hop. And he's pretty damn good at it, too. His dancing clothes consisted of grey sweatpants, a black v-neck shirt, and pair of orange and yellow Nikes. He grabbed his iPod from his bag, and a water from the locker room fridge. He stepped into the hallway that led to all the different sports rooms. The dance room was the farthest to the left. On the way out, he wondered if he would ever get the chance to tell Vriska how he felt about her.