5 minutes left. 4 minutes. Karkat glared at the clock, mindlessly writing on his paper. Math class was the most boring class for him. He hated it. He hated the teacher, he hated the people in the class. He even hated the desks. The calculators. He hated everything in the class, and nothing would change that. His friend, Terezi, looked over at him and stuck out her tongue at him. He quickly looked away, rolling his eyes.
Finally, the bell rang. He grabbed his book-bag and ran from the classroom, people starting to fill the halls. Luckily, he had A lunch so he didn't have to deal with cold food, nor did he have to deal with the long lines filled with idiots. He quickly passed through the kitchen, grabbing a slice of pizza and a juice pouch. He got his badge scanned, and basically bolted out of the kitchen to get the best spot at his friend's table.
Karkat sat down at the table, his plastic tray clattering on the hard-wood table. Dave looked at him out of the corner of his eye, before turning his attention back to the magazine in front of him. Karkat glanced over, getting a good look at the puppet ass on the page.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" Karkat suddenly yelped. Dave flinched a little, still laughing at the plush rump plastered on the page. John and Gamzee looked over a little, also snickering.
"Aw CoMe On BeSt FrIeNd, ItS FuNnY!" Gamzee sputtered out between bursts of laughter. Karkat groaned slightly, taking a sip of the juice in his pouch. YEP, SAME SHIT AS ALWAYS.
Finally, Gamzee opened his attack on the others. He collaborated with Dave that morning for the best stir. In his book-bag, he had a single silicone phallus. He had stored an entire packet of yogurt inside, ready to fire off load after load of violent retribution all over the people he oh-so desperately hated. He reached into his book-bag, grabbing the member and peeking it above the edge of the table.
"WHAT IN THE FRESH FUC-" That is all Karkat manages to shout out before he opens fire on them. He squeezes the bulb at the end of the phallus, covering Karkat, John, Dave, and the plush asses with yogurt. Karkat immediately stands up, knocking his plate into the floor, and punches Gamzee in the face.
Gamzee's chair tips backwards, as he lets out a pained noise. The phallus falls too, as Gamzee tightens his grip on the bulb. An arc of yogurt goes shooting across the cafeteria, ruining clothes, glasses, and good moods. Immediately people are upon them. Punching and kicking, people are going down left and right. Karkat, an experienced fighter because of his place in Sburb, came out on top. He knew how to hit people where it counts. A total of 6 teachers came over to break it up.
One teacher, Ms. McCormick, tries to turn off the lights. Now nobody can be identified. Teachers start to be punched. Kids are limping, their noses broken and bloodied. The cafeteria is in chaos and nobody knows what to do. It takes 15 minutes for the cafeteria to calm down, and for the fight to stop.
For the next hour, Karkat traversed through his day slowly. Finally, the call actually came in. He was called down to the principal's office. He walked through the halls, and right into her office.
"Can you tell me about the unfortunate incident in the cafeteria this morning, Mr. Vantas?" She stood up, and began pacing around the room.
"ALL I CAN TELL YOU IS THAT IT STARTED WITH A PENIS, A FIGHT, 6 TEACHERS, NO LIGHTS, AND A GAY PORN MAGAZINE."