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A clock ticks on, it's calming ticking echoing through the silent library.
Dave pulls off his left shoe and lights the rubber heel on fire. When a small flame flickers he lights a cigarette. He snuffs out the fire with his sleeve. John gnaws on his lower lip, deep in thought. Once Dave finishes his cigarette he runs his fingers along the table in circles, much like one would if they were using turntables. Sollux has his hands down his pants, a small smile on his lips. Nepeta twines loose string around her small finger until it turns purple. Discarding the string she begins to draw. Karkat flicks a paper football across the room and silently cheers.
Soon everyone is asleep.
Eridan. Yell at the sleeping students.
You really don't feel up to it. Instead you ask who needs to use the bathroom. Every single teenager raises their hand. Those little shits. They weren't even sleeping.
It takes longer than necessary to return them back to the library, but when they're finally back you walk back you your office with a spring in your step.
Be the onlooker.
Karkat stretches, his muscles stiff. Relaxing he looks at the clock. 10:22. So much for time flying by. His head swings around when a loud rip echos across the room.
Dave stands near the back of the library ripping pages out of books and tossing them into the air.
"That's real intelligent," he mutters, anger flicking in his brown eyes.
Dave doesn't even look up. "I know. Destroying literature is wrong." Shrugging he rips out another. "It's so much fun to read. And, Molet, really gets me going!"
"Mol-yare," John corrects, a scowl on his face.
"I love hith work." Sollux pipes up.
Dave walks to the front of the room. On his way he tosses the remaining pages at Sollux. He heads straight for the magazine rack and plucks a few out. After he finishes browsing through the pictures he tosses the behind his back. Sighing he runs a hand through his blonde hair.
"Nothing to do in lockdown."
"Speak for yourself," Karkat says.
"Speak for you! I don't even know your language!"
Karkat narrows his eyes before turning to John.
"You grounded tonight?"
"I don't know. My dad said I was, but my nanna told me to ignore it."
"There's a big party at the Lalonde's. Should be pretty wild."
"Yeah?" John asks, his eyes sparkling with interest.
"Yeah, can you go?"
"I doubt it."
"How come?"
" Well 'cause if I do what my dad tells me not to do, it's because because my nanna says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and a total drag."
"Who do you like better?" Dave suddenly asks. Somehow he was sitting back on the railing. When had he gotten over there?
"W-what?"
"You like your nanna better than your old man?"
"They're both pretty strict, in their own ways of course."
"No, like, if you had to choose between them?"
"I dunno, I guess I'd go live my sister. I don't think either of them give a shit about me. It's like they use me to get back at each other."
"Ha!" The strange girl in the back shouts at John. When she realizes everyone is looking at her she ducks her head, but a wicked smirk is still visible on her baby like face.
"Shut up!" John shouts at her, his jaw clenching.
"You're just feeling sorry for yourself," Karkat says, amusement shining in his eyes.
"Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would."
"Aw, you're breakin' my heart."
"Sporto," Dave asks, his face impassive. He hops down from the railing and walks over to Karkat.
"You get along with your parents?"
"If I said yes, I'm an idiot, right?"
"You're an idiot anyway. But if you said yes then you're a liar too!" Dave turns to walk away. Karkat shoots out his seat and pushes him on the back, hard. Dave falls on the floor, his glasses askew.
"If we weren't in fucking school right now I'd waste you," Karkat snarls. Dave fixes his shades before giving him the finger. He stands, his face close to Karkat's. Sensing trouble Sollux tries to push the two boys apart. Karkat shoves him back.
"I don't like my parenth either, I don't get along with them. Their idea of parenteral compathion ith crathy!"
"Dork," Dave says, his voice hushed.
"Yeah?"
"You're every parents wet dream."
"Well thath a problem!"
" Look, I can see you getting all upset up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"
"Why do you have to insult everybody?" Karkat asks, his fingers clenched at his side.
"I'm just being honest, asshole! I would expect you know know the difference!"
"Well, he's gotta fucking name."
"What's your name?" Dave asks.
"Sollux."
"See?" Karkat says, a smug grin on his face.
"My condolences," Dave mutters. He walks over to John's table and places his hands on table. His long fingers splay out, drawing John's attention.
"What's your name?" Dave asks in a honey sweet voice.
"John."
"Ja-awn?"
"John, it's a common name."
"No, it's a fat boy's name!"
"Well thank you."
"You're welcome."
That was not the answer John was expecting! "I'm not fat!"
"Well not at present but I could see you really pushing maximum density! You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and then there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat. So when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside! You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna drink a few beers and then..." Dave makes strange squelching noises an imitates a fat man. It looks rater hilarious actually.
Scowling, John flips Dave off.
"Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine boy!"
"I am not that pristine!"
Dave leans further down so he's eye level with John. They're so close now their noses almost touch. Dave's breath washes over John, his making heart beat sporadically.
"Are you a virgin? I bet you are! Let's end the suspense, is it gonna be a white weddin'?
"Why don't you just shut up?" A light blush tints John's cheeks.
"Have you ever kissed someone on the mouth? Ever been felt up? Over the boxers, under the jeans, shoes off, hoping to God your dad doesn't walk in?"
By now, John's whole face is bright red and his hands are shaking. "Do you want me to puke?" He whispers.
"Under the boxers, no shirt, hair tousled, Calvin's in a ball past eleven on a school night?"
"Leave him alone!" Karkat shouts. Dave slowly stands, his lips pursed. "I said, leave him alone."
"You gonna make me?" Dave asks as he walks up to Karkat.
"Yeah."
"You and how many of your friends?"
"Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you and you hitting the floor. Whenever you're ready, fuckass."
Dave rushes to hit Karkat, only to fall pry to his wrestling strength.
"I don't wanna get into this with you man." Dave says, his voice slightly airy.
"Why not?" Karkat asks
"'Cause I'd kill you. I'd kill you and you're fucking parents would sue me and it be a huge mess and I don't care enough about you to bother."
"Fuckass," Karkat mumbles as he walks away.
Scowling slightly Dave reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade. He pops it open and everyone looks at him in worry. He runs his thumb along the edge before stabbing the table with it. The blade stands straight up.
"Let's end this right now. You don't talk to him, you don't look at him. Don't even think about him! You understand me?" Karkat snarls.
"I'm trying to help him!" Dave shouts, his fists clenched in anger.