It'd been a few days since Gamzee had seen much of Karkat. The day Gamzee had flipped out Karkat had returned to the room to retrieve his things, saying that he was moving in with a new friend of his which left Gamzee alone in the room. He'd gotten pretty worked up and bugged about it but he didn't say anything, only left the mutant to his business. But it'd been almost two days since then, and classes were starting at twelve. Gamzee grabbed his bag from the desk and stuffed his defense class book into it, slinging the bag over his shoulder and exiting the room. His first class was near the library. He was only in the class because he needed some sort of Arts and Humanities class and art seemed like the best thing next to drama and choir. He set off in the direction of the library, hoping not to run into too many people.

Karkat had been staying with Nepeta for a while and she seemed very nice. The way she acted and dressed like a cat kind of classified her under adorable and the two seemed to get along very well. Plus, she didn't care about his mutant blood, which really made Karkat feel welcome. The complete opposite of what Gamzee had made Karkat feel. But there was only one thing he didn't quite like too much. It turns out that her matesprite was a highblood troll named Equius, though he was the lowest highblood. He gave Karkat the creeps and always seemed to be scowling at him through his cracked glasses. And he seemed a little...overprotective over Nepeta, as if Karkat would swoop in and steal her away from him or something. But other than that, he was having a good time at the school. He was glad to figure out his first class of the day was art, which would put him at a good starting point for the day.

Karkat only grabbed a pencil and a notebook to take to class since after the class they had a thirty minute break which really didn't make sense to him but he wasn't about to complain. He looked at the small digital watch Kankri had forced him to wear and his eyes widened. If he didn't hurry he'd be late for class. He looked around before half walking, half jogging through the halls. He managed to slip into class and sit down next to a rather bored looking troll before the bell rang and the door was shut. He sighed and looked up just as the teacher, a pale skinned lady wearing a pink hat and a colorful dress, began to call roll.

"Hello class! My name is Ms. Paint and I will be your Art teacher for the rest of the year. Let's start by calling roll. Sollux Captor?"

"Here."

"Jane Crocker?"

"Here!"

"Rose Lalonde?"

"Present."

"Roxy Lalonde?"

"I ish here!"

"Gamzee Makara?"

"Here."

Karkat's eyes widened when he heard Gamzee's named called and he lowered his head, trying not to think about it too much.

"Kanaya Maryam?"

"Here."

"Callie Ohpeee?"

"I'm here."

"And lastly, Karkat Vantas?"

"Here." Karkat said sheepishly, trying not to attract too much attention to himself. He knew Gamzee was probably glaring at him and wondering why the hell he was there.

Gamzee had only partly been paying attention until the last name was called. It figured that he'd have a class with Karkat. He actually felt kind of sad that Karkat wasn't sitting with him- no, what? He should be happy that he didn't have anything to do with that stupid peasant blood. But...was he really sure that he hated him? Karkat really hadn't done anything to him. Damnit, why did he have to act so much like his ancestor?! He really didn't care about Karkat's blood being red, he'd only acted as Kurloz had taught him to but was that really necessary? God, he needed to talk to Karkat and explain that he hadn't meant to be so mean. But by now the other troll probably just thought he was crazy.

Karkat listened carefully as Ms. Paint explained the criteria the class was expected to meet and told them what they would be doing throughout the next few days. Little did he know that Gamzee was only a few seats behind him, studying his every move. He jumped when the bell sounded and the class started moving out of the room. He too got up and started on his way to the library, needing to check out a book for his next class even though he had half and hour to waste before the next class even started. Once he got to the library he went to the back room, where no one usually went, and opened the door into the dimly lit room. It looked more like a janitors closet that had been converted into a room to hold the older books. The book he was searching for was a book about the history of Alternia. Not many people were too interested in the past of Trolls, but he was and he'd been accepted into the only history class the school had to offer. He'd visited the teacher the other day to find the books he needed and the man, who was always seen wearing a white suit with a green tie, had told him to look in this particular room. Karkat made a face and started scanning through the books, searching for the right one.

Gamzee had been following close behind when he saw Karkat slip into a small room. He figured it was now or never and entered the room. Karkat spun around to face him, his eyes showing fear when he realized it was Gamzee. They stood there for a second before Karkat spoke up.

"Um...Hi Gamzee.."

Gamzee nodded and it seemed as if his entire mind went blank. He'd completely forgotten why he was even doing this, other than to apologize. What was he supposed to do? Say "Sorry for being an asshole it wasn't my fault, okay bye"? He sighed and brought one hand to his neck, the other resting on his hip.

"So..uh, about the other day. I shouldn't have flipped out like that, it just..." He sighed and hesitated, trying to come up with the right words. "It's just how I was raised. But I really didn't mean it. You seem nice enough and I just felt bad for kicking you out and everything."

Karkat watched as Gamzee struggled to get out his apology. The sight was kind of cute and Karkat gave a small smile.

"It's okay Gamzee. I thought you were mad at me. It's mind settling to know you're not."

Gamzee was kind of shocked that the other troll had forgiven him so easily and he looked Karkat in the eyes. He felt a sort of fluttery sensation in his stomach and he had a sudden urge to embrace the other. In two long strides he was in front of the other, his hands lightly pushing him against the books resting on the shelves. His deep purple eyes stared down at the smaller trolls bright red ones and he wanted with every muscle in his body to kiss Karkat. But before he could he pulled back, turning away from Karkat.

"I should go..." He whispered, opening the door and walking out, shutting it quietly behind him.

Karkat let out a shaky breath that he didn't know he'd bee holding in. He thought for sure that Gamzee was going to kiss him, so why hadn't he? He shook his head and saw the book he needed laying on the floor about three feet away. He picked it up and left the room, his entire body shaking with adrenaline. He could feel his face burning and just knew he was blushing. It was then that Karkat realized something that both made his heart flutter and his blood feel like lead in his veins.

He was pale for Gamzee.