Woohoo! It's chapter three of Apple Bee2. :3
I actually really like this story so far. I think it's really fun to write something other than one-shots for a change. Lol.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

After lunch, it was time for cooking. Sollux didn't mind cooking, but he wasn't really a fan of it. He loved to add mustard to practically every dish he made, which didn't impress Ms. Crocker too much. She said he needed to try out different flavors, ya know, besides mustard because it was boring… and gross.

He walked into the classroom and placed his backpack on the floor next to his cooking station, as always. He looked around, seeing everyone with their cooking partners. Karkat was with Terezi, Eridan was with Feferi, Vriska was with John… Sollux's partner used to be Gamzee, that is until Ms. Crocker had an "allergic reaction" to one of Gamzee's soper pies. Well, if you can call growing an extra eye on your forehead an allergic reaction. After that incident, Gamzee was kicked out of cooking class and forced to take health class as an elective instead.

Ms. Crocker smiled her usual smile. She sure did love her job as a cooking teacher, even if she had the worst possible set of students. "Good morning class! This morning we've got a new student!" And there he was again.

Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me…

Dave Strider stood in front of the class for the third time, or at least that's how many times Sollux had seen the routine. He was getting a little tired of having Dave in his classes. He didn't even have to talk to the guy for more than two seconds to know how much of an asshole he was. A stupid fucking cool kid asshole.

"Now Dave," Ms. Crocker explained, "We only have one person with out a partner, so you get to go with Sollux."

FUCK MY LIFE. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

Dave strutted over to Sollux's cooking station, looking the same as he had all day; his glasses were covering his eyes and he showed no emotion whatsoever. What a dick.

"Today, we will be making something easy, since we have a new student," Ms. Crocker announced, "We will be making a dozen cookies, any kind of your choice. Now, I'll let all over you get to work." She picked up an egg timer from her desk and set it for thirty minutes. The room immediately filled with chatter.

Sollux said nothing. Dave took this as an opportunity to be a leader in the situation. "I think we should make regular chocolate chip cookies. Any objections?" He just shook his head.

"Cool," Dave replied to his nod, "You get the tools; I'll get the cookie dough ready."

Sollux nodded again and looked around the station. He grabbed a baking sheet and some aluminum foil (so the cookies wouldn't stick, duh). He also grabbed two spoons and a mixer from one of the drawers next to the oven. Finally, he grabbed a big yellow mixing bowl.

Dave dumped some ingredients on the counter; eggs, chocolate chips, butter, flour or sugar (Sollux really didn't think there was a difference, they were both white powder), and a few more extra add ons.

"I'll path you the ingredientth," Sollux said, "And you jutht put them in the bowl."

"Sure thing, lispy," Dave replied. He placed the yellow mixing bowl in front of him and waited for Sollux to pass him the supplies.

One after another, Sollux passed him all the ingredients. They all landed safely in the bowl. As he was about to plug the mixer in, Dave stopped him.

"Dude, what're you doing? You're supposed to use a whisk."

Sollux blinked, "Why doeth it matter? The mixer will fix the dough up jutht fine."

"I don't care if you think it will, lispy. My Bro taught me how to make fucking cookies, and we should use a fucking whisk."

"Well, I don't care whatever the fuck your brother taught you, but we should use the fucking mixer!"

"Boys!" Ms. Crocker scolded them from across the room, "Language, please! This is a school for crying out loud."

They both quieted down for a moment. Finally, Sollux sighed, "Fine, we can uthe the thtupid whithk."

"Whatever, lispy."

Dave grabbed the whisk out of the drawer and began mixing as Sollux set up the baking sheet. He cut the aluminum foil just right so it would fit over the sheet. He hoped he wouldn't get in another heated argument with Strider… he was already pissed off enough since he apparently couldn't mix cookie dough the quick and easy way.

After Dave finished mixing, Sollux handed him a medium sized spoon.

"What the hell is this for?"

"You put the cookie dough on it, duh. That way you can make thure every cookie is about the thame thize."

"You don't use a spoon," Dave scoffed as if it were just the most obvious thing, "You use a teaspoon."

Sollux rolled his eyes, "Okay, really? You do too use a freakin' spoon. Who uses a teaspoon? That's way too small!"

"Whatever, lispy," Dave repeated like last time, "I'll do it your way."

The nerd smiled to himself at his excitement of victory. The two scooped a dozen spoon-sized cookies on to the sheet and slid them into the oven.

"Now what should we do?" Sollux muttered, trying to keep it to himself. Of course, Dave heard him and had to sass.

"I dunno, lispy… maybe clean off all of the dirty dishes? Or is that just too obvious?"

"Don't be so sarcastic, you'll hurt yourself," Sollux bit back at him, grabbing the dirty tools and throwing them in the sink. He washed them with the little soap left in the cooking station. He was pissed, as if it wasn't showing, what with his angry expression and the fact that he was scrubbing the dishes so hard it might've even created a spark.

Sollux finished cleaning and putting away the dishes and tools pretty quickly. Afterwards, the two just sat in their cooking station, staring at the ground. Sometimes they'd even be bright enough to stare at each other for a bit, but they didn't say anything. The tension was building up pretty quickly.

Suddenly, Ms. Crocker's egg timer went off.

"Times up, children!" She sang, "Please take your cookies out of the oven and leave them out on your counters for me~!"

Dave sighed and carefully took the baking sheet out of the oven, placing it on the counter. That's when the bell rang.

"Peace out, lispy," He said and walked out of the classroom. Sollux watched him walk out, glaring at him as he went.

Dick, stupid dick.

I think I managed over 1,000 words again. Aren't I just great?
And this one was only one class. Like, it didn't even need to be a combination.
I am just so proud of myself at the moment. Lol.

~xTanukix