In a day there are many things you learn about the propheteer.
One, when you don't ignore her, she's beyond annoying and she has the uncanny habit of giggling at nearly everything you say, accompanying her horror movie esque giggles with an equally terrifying grin.
"Hey Karkat, can I borrow a pencil?" she asks fixating her eyes on you, or at least you assume she is because they're hidden behind those plastic red glasses she wears. You glance over at her, and at her pencil case and back at her.
"You mean to tell me that in that oversized monstrosity, you are not in possession of a single pencil," you say skeptically, narrowing your eyes slightly at her. She giggles and her lips expand as her finger traces circles around on her desk. "Nope! Hate to burst your bubble,"
Two, when you ignore her it fuels her on even more in her quest to annoy every fiber of your being.
You shake your head dismissively and turn back to the board trying to make a conceited effort of paying attention to the teacher. The parrot starts up again.
"Karkat," she says poking you in the shoulder. "Karkat," she repeats with the same action. This goes on for several minutes or so before you grit your teeth and violently turn back to her.
"Jesus fuck what is it!" you hiss out between your teeth glaring at her aiming for the main target of her goddamn soul. If she even has one to spare. "Pencil?" she asks flashing a sickly sweet smile while taking off her glasses to bat her eyelashes at you. You grunt and look away. The notion is furthermore repeated until you finally retrieve a pencil and chuck it her way.
The bell rings and that's your queue to escape literal hell on earth. You drag your chair and cast your bag over your shoulder when a tugging is felt on your sleeve. "You're my tour guide remember?" she asks giving you just the cutest puppy eyes and you lament over how you're actually going to give into her.
"Fine whatever just pack your shit up and let's go," you drone ministering the dullest look your facial expressions allow.
She does as she's told and soon enough you've got a girl with a personality bright as the sun in the afternoon bouncing down the halls with you towards the cafeteria.
Three, if she doesn't get her way... that doesn't happen. She gets her way.
When you try to head for your usual table she shakes her head and stands her ground. "Well whatever, seeya then," you murmur turning your back on her and there's suddenly an iron grip around your arm.
"No, we're going somewhere else, " she states sharply. You try your best to wriggle free but she acts like quick sand, her hold only getting tighter the more you move. That brings on your exasperated sigh.
"Fine! Fine, where do you suggest princess?" you flare letting your arms fall limply to your side.
Okay so maybe the back of the school wasn't too bad. Maybe having no company with the exception of a mad, cackling blind girl wasn't as horrible as you expected. Mostly because the mad, cackling blind girl wasn't bothering you right now, being all too consumed in her food.
"What was your problem with going to my usual table anyway?" you catechize. "I got an iffy feeling about it," she replies in between spoon fulls of pie.
"Iffy," you repeat. Is this girl for real? Unfortunately, yes she is. "Yeah Karkat, 'iffy', or do I need to say it slower so the definitions better drilled in for you,"
You drag a hand lazily down your face and cast your gaze upon her before responding finally. "Why would you feel 'iffy' about it," you inquire, sticking the words out to her one at a time to drive your point all the way home.
"Give me your palm," is how she decides to reply, setting her plate down, sticking her own palms out for the collection of your own. "What, no," you splutter giving her an incredulous look. She's insistent on it, it would seem and takes the initiative of snatching your hand anyway. As you learned earlier on, resistance does a sum total of jackshit so you just lie your palm in her hand as she runs her cool, slender fingers over the surface, closing her eyes gradually like she's about to drift off to sleep.
Suddenly she sharply inhales and releases your hand, eyelids flying open. "I can't meet your friends," she says, her lips drawn out into a thin line.
"What, why the hell not?" you ask. She should at least provide a reason as to why she's suddenly so bent on not making acquaintances with the assholes you associate yourself with. "I just... alright I /can/ but, I just, I don't want to," she breathes out, turning her head away from you. Well that's weird. "Look I just, not for a while in the least," she finally speaks up after your long while of watching her.
"Does this have to do with your mysterious 'seeing into the future' magic?"
Her eyebrows knit together when you say that and you may just have tripped a line there. "It's not magic, it's real and it's worked all too well before for me to take it for granted,"
You nod unconvinced and push out an 'uh huh'. Now it's her time to throw you the exasperated sigh and run her hands through her tangled mess of fire hair in an attempt to distract her hands. "I could go right ahead and predict what'll happen to you this thursday and if I'm right you have to spend the entirety of Saturday with me," she drones obviously unamused.
"Ooo this is me Karkat Vantas, reporting that I am trembling with fear because I am one hundred percent certain that I will lose a bet to a girl who claims she can see into the future, an ironic title indeed," you snicker. "Deal,"
"On thursday you'll wake up late for school, and in your rush you'll forget to tie your laces, then again you usually do, and on the way you'll trip and graze your right knee. Then you'll run into class or hehe more like hobble into class and realise that you're at the wrong place making you another ten minutes late for your actual chemistry class," she finishes, with a broad smile indicating that she's in fact quite proud of herself.
You on the other hand are giving her your classic look of 'What the everloving fuck,' because there's no way in hell that she could've made that up on the spot but there's also no way in hell that it could be accurate and true.
It's thursday morning and your alarm goes off later than you had expected it to, probably a consequence of the constant slamming of it against a wall. Oh well.
Checking the time makes your oh well turn into an oh no and you're sifting through your closet, throwing on your clothes in a hurried frenzy before you dash out the door slipping on your sneakers, bounding down the street.
And subsequently landing face first on the concrete giving you a bloody nose and an accompanying knee. You groan and roll over onto your back, pushing yourself up while cupping your nose to try and stop the bleeding, giving a quick look at your right knee before trying to run the rest of the way bursting into the classroom with a bloodied knee, nose and hand earning you some very strange looks.
"May I uh, help you with anything Mister Vantas?" the teacher at the desk asks and when you look around for your seat you notice that Feferi's filling it's place.
Fuck.
"No I - uh sorry wrong room," you blurt out and when you dash out of the place you swear you can hear several giggles coming from behind you. Great. You actually make it to the right place earning you an invisible pat on the back internally and a nasty shot from your teacher. "Sorry," you murmur going to your seat while blindy looks over at you with her widest grin yet.
