College and Karkat
Monday. It is a day that is dubbed the worst day of the week by many people once they hit middle school. Fatigue from parties, new long week, and other bullshit like that. But today isn't Monday. It's actually Wednesday. But to Karkat, every day is a Monday.
Karkat Vantas was a boarding student at the Tumb L. R. University and he hated it. Everyday he'd either be scolded by one of the teachers for use of foul language towards them, or teased at by Sam and Dean. It was a fucking pain. But there was no other school that would accept him, for his dad, being at the lowest level possible in his job, had jack shit money, and his brother Kankri went to M. S. Paint University out of his own money. Karkat was left in the dust.
Wednesdays were his Art and Law days. Both of the professors were shit at their job. He guesses the headmaster caught up with that, because they were both fired Monday, by which Karkat means actual Monday. They finally found a new professor who took both of the roles, since Art and Law classes were at separate times. Sometimes Karkat questions why he chose Art, but when he walked in the door, he finally found the answer.
"Hello and you must be Karkat." said the professor "I am Ms. Terezi Pyrope." She was a very pale skinned person, as most people were because of the unbearable heat their location had. She had curvy black hair that would curl at the ends, a red shirt, tealish-blue jeans, and red glasses. Some people would believe she is color-blind, which she was for the most part, having a hard time telling red from green. It's a wonder how they accepted her as an art teacher.
"Uh, hi." Karkat replied, a little shocked. It was obvious he was dumbfounded by her looks, but Terezi tried to ignore it. "Well I am glad to have you here in my new class. Now please, take a seat where you usually sit while everyone else huddles in." Terezi said as she prepared the lesson. Karkat tried to walk to his seat without tripping, but Terezi was just too beautiful for him not to.
He spent the rest of the lesson as he usually did. Finish the project, sit back down, wait another hour for the rest of the dumb fucks to finish theirs, and sent silent words of hate to everyone. He was a really shitty drawer, and most people knew he only took this class because of how much he despised himself. But today he had another reason to be in here, and a new reason to stop sending inaudible words to everyone else. And that reason wore red glasses and had a cunning grin.
The same thing happened in law. Karkat was a bit better at it than art, but still was shit compared to most people. Again, he began admiring Terezi instead of sending hate to everyone in his mind. It was hard to accept it, and would be even harder for Terezi. Karkat was in love with one of his professors. He felt like he was in a bad cliché porno.
It went on this way for a month before he finally told someone. The problem was who to tell. He shared a room with his two best bros, Gamzee Makara and Sollux Captor. Gamzee was sort of a drug addict who was only serious when he began failing classes, and Sollux was this color-blind, lisping computer freak. Karkat despised even them, but a lot less than other people. He finally decided they would be the first to know.
"Your fucking joking!" Sollux roared in laughter. "You have a goddamn CRUSH on one of the professors oh my fuck ha ha!" "Shut the fuck up Sollux before anyone else hears you." Karkat panicked. "Bro," Gamzee replied "You need to calm your shit. These motherfucking walls are thicker than the clouds of smoke me and my other bros breathe. And besides, what's there to be all motherfucking ashamed about? I mean, she's only 5 years older than you. Nothing wrong with that." This was the shit Karkat always had to go through when he revealed secrets. Bullshit from Sollux, and Gamzee speaking "words of wisdom" that he never remembers. It stunk that he had to stay with these bumbling idiots for 4 more years if he wanted to get his degree in bullshit, which is a legitimate degree which allows you to deal with other people's crap for a living.
It was finally time for Karkat to face the truth, he decided. He went to tutoring for Law after failing the most recent law test. What he didn't know was how to confess it to her. That, or what was about to happen. "Mr. Vantas," Terezi Started "You might not be surprised to see that I have called you here on account of tutoring after failing the test. What might surprise you is that you didn't fail the test." "Then why the everlasting hell was I called here when I could be listening to other crap from my room bros?" Karkat asked, somewhat pissed. "Because, I noticed that your grades have actually improved since the other professors were fired." Terezi replied snarky. "Any reasons why you may find this so?" She had him pinned. It was either confess now, or regret it for the rest of his college life. But before he could answer, he felt something warm touch his face.
He blushed candy red after realizing what the fuck was going on. His professor was actually kissing him voluntarily. No begging, no awkward asking, no hesitation. Once she released, she whispered to him "I think I just concluded why." She always acted like this in law, pretending to be a lawyer or detective. It was bullshit to Karkat that he loved. They both knew this and were both ok with it. Four years, Karkat thought. I can live with that.