Karkat's P.O.V.
I run down the stairs to the locker room, jumping over the last five steps, and storm over to my locker. I wanted to be early today, because I'm usually always late. When I reach my locker, I dial the combination furiously and shove my backpack in, taking out my gym clothes. I run into the bathroom and swiftly change in the only stall, running out quickly and shoving my regular clothes into the locker. That's when he comes in. He nods at me as I run past him and back up the stairs.
I go up to the teacher and ask what we are doing today and he tells me that we are doing basketball. My least favorite sport. Great. He also says we are in partners. The only person I know in this class is Strider, and I am not being his partner. The smug douche wears shades inside and we all know he isn't blind.
I wait around as everyone starts to file out of the locker rooms. I stand in the middle of the gym, where the teacher has us stand while he gives instructions. It isn't long before Strider finds me and stands next to me, a smug grin on his face. It's only a moment before he begins speaking, and when I find out why, it infuriates me.
"So, I hear you're related to Egbert and Harley. What's that like?" He asks and manages to keep a straight face as mine flushes red with anger.
"Who the fuck told you that?! Tell me now, or God have mercy on your soul!" My voice echoes a little, but no one looks. I am thankful for that because if they did, they would think I had feelings for the douche. Which would be a horrible secret to let out in the open.
"Geeze dude, Egbert himself told me. I thought it was kind of ironic." He smirks and my hands become fists.
"You think everything is ironic, you prick." My voice shakes a little but I don't care. "Don't. Tell. Anyone. Got it?"
He stares at me from behind his shades, and I can make out his eyes widening as he blinks hard. "What is your problem with it? Are they not nice at home or-"
"They are too nice, dipshit. I hate how they always pick on me for being 'too moody' or they call me 'the grumpy one'. I'm sick of it, but I 'have to deal' according to my father. Older siblings are nothing but a pain in the neck." I cross my arms and look away from him as the teacher yells the instructions. I just want to run away from this conversation, but he asks me to be his partner. I look up at him with a look of surprise on my face. "Seriously?" I glance around the room and see only two people don't have partners and both of them are us. I sigh.
"We don't have to talk about that if you don't want to. I think they are a bit of a handful, though, too. I sit in between them in history." I raise my eyebrows. He sort of understands, I guess.
"You don't eve know what it's like to share a house with them. They are so disorganized it makes me sick. I clean my room once a month because I don't get it dirty, but them, they have to clean their rooms twice a week." I stop myself from rambling, mostly because both John and I ramble. He chuckles and I have no idea why. "What's so funny, fuckface?" I ask, tapping my foot a little. He just shakes his head and laughs more. "Seriously, why are you laughing so much?!" My voice increases in volume and he stops laughing.
"Geeze dude, chill!" He holds up his hands in front of him, like a sort of shield. I shake my head and he lowers them, grabbing the ball next to him and making a basket without even looking. He was looking at me the whole time this happened and I felt a weird feeling. It was almost like he liked me back. I blink hard and look away.
"I uh…I have to go to the bathroom." I say as I run back into the locker room. I pace around it and I hear coach's whistle meaning that class is over. I continue to stall as students file in and begin to shower. I hide in a corner until I'm sure that everyone else is gone before I shower.
When I am the only one left in the room, I dash over to the showers and undress. I take out my contacts and set them carefully in the case I bought for them and swiftly undress. I shower quickly, hoping nobody will notice me in here. I dry my hair as I throw on my clothes. I look in the mirror and see my scarlet eyes staring back at me. I put my contacts in and they now look like a mixture between blue and grey. I shove my contact case into my pocket and grab my backpack, dashing up the stairs towards my next class.