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"Hi Karkat." John said quietly, swallowing hard when the older teen growled. Karkat's eyes were narrowed as he took in John's appearance. He was too poor to afford crutches, so he used the wall for support. His jeans were ripped and his shirt was crinkled.
"You're late." Was all Karkat snapped before pulling John into a rough kiss. The younger boy let him, not responding or pulling back. After a few seconds, Karkat broke off and shoved John against his locker.
"You taste like mint. I told you how I hate mint." He growled, his fingers digging into John's arm. He winced and tugged his arm away. The older teen narrowed his eyes dangerously, sharp nails piecing John's skin. He gave a little cry of pain as Karkat slammed his head against the locker.
"You're a freaking waste of space." He spat, whirling on his heel and stalking off to class. The bell rang, and John was about to hurry as well when Dave blocked his path. He usually inflicted a lot more damage than Karkat, physically anyway.
"D-Dave, we're going to be late." John squeezed his eyes shut as a heel dug into the base of his foot and a fist hit him in the gut. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he gasped for breath. Not giving him any time to recover, Dave pushed John off balance. The ebony whimpered as Dave grasped him by the collar and lifted him up.
"You tell anyone about that day, and I'll do worse to you." He threatened lowly. He dropped the younger boy and disappeared into his next class.
John felt tears stream down his cheeks as he slowly picked himself off the ground. His head hurt like hell and his lip was bleeding. His ankle was even more screwed up than before. His stomach ached, and little crescent nail marks were bleeding on his hand. The hallways were empty, except for one person. John almost shuddered as he stared into violet, half-lidded eyes.
An upset frown was on Gamzee Makara's face as he stared at John. His usual rainbow pants hung low off his hips and his scraggly black hair cascaded down his back. He was known as the stoner clown of the school, as he was always getting high and smoking weed. His usual clown makeup was carefully applied, a bit scary, to be honest.
John took off down the hall—well, as fast as a slightly crippled guy could move—and was about to throw open the door to his history when the stoner blocked him, slender fingers wrapping around his thin wrist. Wincing, John didn't protest as he was dragged into the boy's locker room. It was empty.
"What—what do you want?" John meant to come out angry, but the words were soft and bitter. Gamzee just tilted his head to the side and studied the smaller ebony carefully. His eyes trailed over the injuries, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
"You're one damn strong motherf*cker." He finally said in a deep voice. John blinked; how was he strong? He let Karkat use him, let Dave beat him up every day, and his father had sent him away to a different state…
"I—I—" to his horror, John felt tears rise in his eyes and fought to stop them. Gamee leaned forward, one hand tilting up John's head. He flinched away, but relaxed at this new, gentle touch. He looked up at Gamzee with round blue eyes.
"Cute little motherf*cker, why do Karbro and the coolkid hurt you?" the stoner asked with genuine curiosity.
"It's a long story, and how do you know Karkat?" John regretted asking this question; as soon as the words left his mouth, Gamzee's eyes darkened. His fists clenched and unclenched, and he growled as he stepped closer to John.
"S-sorry!" John squeaked out, swallowing hard. He wondered if a 3rd person to avoid was going to be added to the list.
"Me and Karbro got a long history." Gamzee took a deep breath, seeming to calm down. The ebony looked up into hazy purple eyes, wondering if he should run or not. It wasn't like he could make it to his first period class anyway.
"Oh. Why did you bring me here?" John asked, voice raising a notch higher.
"To motherf*ckin help a bro out, of course." Gamzee grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth. The ebony swallowed hard.
"Why would you help me?"
"Because I want my Karbro back. Someone horrible's taken his place. Not motherf*ckin miraculous at all." He shook his head. Something about the strange way he talked calmed John, resulting in his next words.
"Friends?" He smiled timidly.
"The name's Gamzee Makara."
"John Egbert."
"Well, Johnbro, let's say we ditch this place and up and get ourselves some motherf*ckin food." Gamzee grabbed John by his jacket and began to walk. He squeaked but followed the older teen, nervous. This was his first time ditching. He was hobbling on his hurt ankle, so Gamzee swept him up in his arms and carried him outside.
"Gamzee!" John's face flushed a soft shade of red as he was dumped in the backseat of an old truck. The stoner simply grinned and climbed into the front, starting up the engine. John hastily put on his seatbelt—just in time. Within seconds, Gamzee was cruising along the tiny school road going 60 miles.
John yelped and held on to the seat handles for his life, turning a sickly shade of green as the car swerved a corner and screeched to a stop outside a little café. Both of them got out—Gamzee whistling happily and John shakily holding the door—and entered the café.
A young women with dark hair and olive green eyes was bouncing around the tables, taking orders and giggling. A pair of cat ears was perched on her head. A tall, muscular man with black hair and cracked shades stood behind the counter, frowning when he saw Gamzee. The girl squealed in delight and nearly knocked Gamzee over.
"Gamzee! Mew brought a furiend!" She purred and smiled widely. John smiled nervously and waved a little.
"John, nice to meet you." The ebony said.
"How adorable mew are!"
"Nepeta, meet Johnbro." Gamzee grinned lazily at the man who was behind the counter, who wiped sweat off his forehead and ignored the stoner.
"Would mew like a drink?" she asked happily, scampering off when John nodded a little. He looked to Gamzee in confusion.
"She's motherf*ckin chill. She's Karbro's sister." Gamzee explained, sitting on one of the tables and pulling John with him. The ebony realized the older teen didn't know the rules of personal space. John kind of liked the subtle touches though. They made him feel more safe; secure. Those were feelings he had lacked for ages now.
He felt tears well in his eyes at the memory of first meeting Karkat. The older boy had seemed annoyed all the time, but was sweet when he wanted to be. Then, over the summer of their 7th grade year, something happened. Karkat went on vacation with a friend—John couldn't remember the name—and came back as an abusive and cruel boy. He was never the same again.
As for Dave…John had been his childhood friend. They grew up together very close, almost as brothers, but had one big secret—they were in love with each other. Since age 5, they had been kissing and hugging and just being with each other. But Dave had changed. He claimed he still loved John, but hit him and bullied him so the secret wouldn't be out.
John didn't realize he was shaking and crying until Gamzee's voice startled him.
"You ok, motherf*cker?"
John wiped his face with the back of a hand, nodding slowly. Gamzee looked concerned, lips pulled into a frown. He waved Nepeta over, who was coming over with a smoothie. He whispered something in her ear, a guilty look on his face. Her eyes widened and her gaze darted from Gamzee to John then back to the floor. She set down the smoothie on the table and backed away.
"I'm sorry." John mumbled; he was used to apologizing when something went wrong, even if it had nothing to do with him. If he didn't, and Karkat was around, he'd get hit.
"We need a plan, Johnbro." Gamzee rested his elbows on the table, and reached out to wipe away the rest of John's tears. Surprised, the ebony looked at him curiously. Gamzee lit up a cigarette and started smoking. John wrinkled his nose a bit at the acidic smell but didn't say anything.
"Plan?" John questioned, tilting his head to the side and widening his eyes.
"A plan to get you away from those horrible motherf*ckers, of course."
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