A/N: This is the longest one! I wasn't lying, I made this one.. like 400 words longer. llD I'm so glad people are actually enjoying this! I will keep writing this for you! Uhm... hmm. So, there. :D
"FUCK! Damn it to hell!" Titaia shouted immediately after jolting awake, throwing the ringing alarm clock onto the ground so it would shut up. It was singing an obnoxious song with the lyrics that only composed of the phrases 'Be Happy' and 'Be Glad'. Do they do this shit for kicks? The alarm finally started to silence itself, as if it was built for this kind of event. She got out of her bed and picked it up, placing it back onto the side-table where it belonged. She stretched her arms with a great yawn, and looked a laughing Vriska. Did she dare ask what was amusing her so much? She looked at the room, which was poorly lit by the dawn which was blocked by the manila colored curtain, and possibly the bars that were being hidden by it. She looked at it for a while, surprised at how bland the room was. She noticed the dull pain in her right palm and looked down at it for another minute or so, just to get that laugh out of her head. But then the curiosity started kick in. "What's so funny?" She asked Vriska, finally. She always seemed to have something to laugh about.
Vriska covered her mouth. "Oh, you heard me laughing? Silly me, I didn't mean to be loud! Your alarm is hilarious, though!" With that, she started humming the song it played. "It's like they made the song especially for you!"
Titaia frowned. "Yes…" She mumbled, sitting on her bed. She looked at the time which read 6:37. "Why the hell are we woken up so early?" She asked, with a yawn. "We start school at eight something."
"Yes, but we have to eat breakfast, dumbass." Vriska sighed, rolling her eyes. "And, not to mention getting ready for school and all."
Titaia nodded, going through her closet. She tilted her head at the bright color of yellow inside of it. Funny, she couldn't remember buying anything of that color, and her parents knew she despised the color. She pulled it out. "Oh God." She frowned at the shirt. It was revolting. There was a barrage of smiley faces, all different colors of the fucking rainbow, and if it were a color she'd enjoy, like the color purple, it would be illuminated so it almost looked pink. One the sleeves was 'I love me this much!' with a little fucking cartoon girl who's arms were spread infinitely. And on the back, was written 'Team Optimistic!' with another shitty barrage of smiley faces. "Talk about propaganda." She muttered.
Vriska's facial expression brightened when she saw the shirt. "Oh, joy! Wear it!"
Titaia sighed, throwing the atrocity under her bed. "They're trying way too hard..." She frowned, picking out some other clothes and sitting back on her bed, getting ready for the day.
Karkat was on his way to the cafeteria, avoiding anything that would possibly piss him off this early in the morning. There was a familiar lick felt on his hand, which caused him to frown. Terezi. "The fuck do you want, Terezi?" He asked with the furrow of his brows.
"Oh, hi Karkles!" She giggled wildly. "How're you doing this fine morning? I love to start my days off with SMALL chats, don't you?" She asked, emphasizing her clever pun.
"Fuck you!" He muttered, walking on. He realized that she was grabbing his hand on the way. God, what did she want?
"Don't LEAVE me, Karkles. I'm blind. I'll get lost." She frowned, letting him guide her to the cafeteria. It was fun bugging him, actually. For such a small thing to get so angry, the irony was just amazing! After a short amount of time, Terezi could smell all sorts of breakfast related things going on.
Karkat sighed. "We're at the cafeteria now, so you can fuck off." He looked around, and saw Titaia sitting a table, all by her lonesome. He sighed, as she let go of him.
"Bye bye, now!" Terezi waved, following her nose to the lunch line.
Titaia watched Karkat go back to his table, which wasn't very full yet. The only one that was there was the mohawk boy, who didn't look like he'd harm a fly. She took a bite of her toast, and felt a shadow come over her.
"Hey motherfucka." Gamzee said, sitting across from her, pushing his tray to the side to give her all his attention. "What's good, sis?" He asked.
Gamzee smelled like straight up weed. "Nothing much…" She replied, concentrating on her food. "What do you need?" She asked.
"I want you to sit with me and my friends." He replied bluntly. "You and them could be real—".
"Hell no. Not with that lisping bastard and your friend with the anger problems." Titaia crossed her arms. "You're a great person Gamzee, really. But nothing you say or do will ever possess me to go that table."
Gamzee frowned. "If that's how you all up and motherfuckin' feel, then that's cool too, I guess." He stood up. "You enjoy your motherfuckin' toast, sis." And with that, he made his way back to his table which must've been douche infected. God, they're all terrible.
Titaia continued to eat her toast, and appeared in a trance while eating. She was thinking, incredibly hard, about a lot of things. What was Vriska in for? She remembered that she'd asked that question, and Vriska avoided the answer with a great bitch laugh and an offending question to her condition. Vriska made it seem like nothing was wrong with her, except the fact that she was being a total bitch… could that be a condition? What did Gamzee want to go on between her and his friends, or was he only doing it out of good heart? Why does what Sollux said bother her so much…? So many thoughts flew in and out of her attention, making her think harder each time.
Meanwhile, someone was calling out to her, Titaia was tapped on the shoulder roughly, so she directed her attention to the distraction of her thinking process.
"Hey, emo. You're sittin' in my spot." He snapped, as if she would get up.
The voice resembled one that would get whatever he liked from his parents; a spoiled brat. She looked up and down at his outfit. This idiot was wearing black pants with blue stripes, a blue v-neck and a scarf. He also had a ridiculous purple highlight in his hair. And was that—it was! He was wearing a pair of glasses that resembled those from 3-D movies. Oh, this is hilarious, so hilarious. He's a hipster. Titaia remembered that he snapped at her, which kind of set her off. "Did you really have to snap?" She asked.
"Yes." He replied simply. "If it means you'd get out a my seat." He snapped again, revealing the many rings he had on his fingers.
Sollux walked towards the table, with two trays in his hands, two sets of utensils and two sets of napkins. He sat down and looked towards Titaia's table, seeing her argue with the rich hipster boy. "Lookth like her and Ampora met. They can be a thtupid little couple." He teased.
"Bro, that ain't cool." Gamzee vouched. "She's cool, man. You just don't know yet."
"She isn't uh… that bad…" the boy with the mohawk spoke up.
"Shut up, Tavros. You haven't even talked to her one on one, yet. You wouldn't fucking know." Karkat snapped.
"Uh… Sorry, Karkat…" Tavros replied quietly.
"And Gamzee, you're just fucking high." Karkat sighed. "Like you always are, fuckass." He sighed, taking one of Sollux's trays. It wasn't like he was going to eat both of them, that little coding dweeb he called a friend never could even if he tried.
Gamzee frowned. "C'mon best friend! Don't all up and say all that motherufuckin' mean stuff to me, it ain't nice." He said, taking a scoop of his cereal. "She's cool, man. Just kinda sad and shit."
Sollux sighed. "Gamzee, wake up and thmell the air, that doethn't thmell like mary-jay. It'th obviouth that Karkat doethn't thee you ath a betht friend. It'th altho obviouth that the ithn't a good person." He took his forks in each hand and started to eat some bacon.
Gamzee didn't hesitate to laugh, like anyone who wasn't high would. "Baha! Solbro, you all up and lisped in every other word you just motherfuckin' said!" He laughed hard, putting his head on the table. His wild hair took up a lot of space. Gamzee's shoulders shook as he laughed hard. "Bahaha!" She smacked the table.
Sollux crossed his arms. How high was he? He shook his head, noticing that the boy titled 'Ampora' approaching them, with his lunch on his tray. He looked over to where Ampora usually sat; Titaia planted her ass there, and continued to eat. What a bitch. "What do you want, Ampora?" He asked.
He pointed at Titaia, and stood pouted. "Bitch stole my seat." He frowned, crossing his arms, much like a spoiled child does when they don't get the toy they desired. "Who is she anyway?" He asked, putting his tray down at the edge of their table and adjusting his glasses.
"Haha, Eridan hates her too? Some new girl Gamzee met." Karkat sighed pointing to his 'best friend' "He's always trying to get her to sit here."
Eridan eyed Gamzee. "What's up with Gam?" He asked. "He's lookin' pretty sleepy, yeah?"
Sollux shook his head. "He'th jutht thtoned." He replied simply.
"Well, back to my problem." Eridan pointed to himself. "I don't hate her, she's just stubborn." He adjusted his scarf. "Anyway, I came here to ask a favor."
Karkat held his head, clearly annoyed by his presence. "What is it, you fucking hipster?"
"Can I sit here? My spot was taken…" Eridan whimpered.
"Hell no." Sollux replied. "We don't want any thpoiled hipthters at our table." He argued.
Titaia watched their conversation from her seat, and laughed in content. "Oh, it's great having people you hate argue." She threw away the surplus food, and walked the hallways for the remainder of the time left for the breakfast period. While getting some water, she heard Vriska's voice talking to someone, so she hid and spied. Who knew? Maybe she could get some intelligence on what she was in for?
"Yeaaah, so my new roommate is this emo chick! I totally exposed her for being a leech, Kanaya!" Vriska laughed.
Titaia snuck a peek at who was accompanying Vriska. It was a fashionista who wore a black skirt that rose three inches above the knees (which was barely in dress code), and a button up shirt that showed semi-cleavelage, with a green belt to match her lipstick and heels. She was wearing a whole bunch of other fancy things, but Titaia didn't have time to observe all that, she just stayed quiet for Vriska to keep talking her shit.
"Really?" Kanaya asked. "May I inquire what you found out?" Her voice was calm and she sounded intelligent. She crossed her arms over her chest, and waited for an answer from her companion.
"Yeah! I found a knife in her backpack. If she reeeaaallyy hated her life, she'd kill herself!" Vriska laughed. "She tried to come up with a backstory. For a second I went with it, but then I'm like, she could've done it here when no one was watching!" Vriska laughed.
Kanaya tapped her chin. "I'm not sure, Vriska. We are always being watched here, there are hidden cameras in our dorms. Have you forgotten, hun?"
Titaia let out an audible gasp. She already knew that she was being watched, but she realized that it meant that they watched her take off her shirt… God, hopefully women are watching her room. It's so creepy… where exactly were those camera's located? And does that mean that there were some in the bathroom?
Vriska stood still. "Oh shit… that means they saw me stab her…" Her face went pale, as she stood there. "Shit, I'm in trouble."
"You didn't, Vriska."
"Ooh, I did!" Vriska replied, her sad look transforming into a happier, snootier one. "And I'm damn proud."
"You're so dramatic, did you know? Anyway, I need to go back to my room and finish some homework." Kanaya said with a wave. "Good bye." She turned around and walked off, incredibly quickly too.
Vriska waved and called out "Byeeee Kanayaaa!" before walking into the cafeteria, and grabbing a soda from the vending machine.
Titaia sighed, going back to her room. "I can't believe she brags about it." She shook her head, looking at her bandages.
"Vriska Serket, you are wanted at the front office." A voice said, calmly on the intercom.
Immediately, the silence in the hallways filled with the cooing of other students, wondering why Vriska was in trouble. She immediately started her walk of shame to the office.
Titaia tilted her head in thought. "I was stabbed yesterday… what the fuck took them so long?" She asked herself, slapping her forehead. She shook her head. This was a victory for her, indeed. She sat on her bed, smiling. Her alarm went off again, playing the annoying tune. A victory with a slight disappointment. She could handle that. Titaia sat in her room, contently, waiting for the rest of her shitty day of school to start.
A/N: I should get an alarm like Titaia's llD I'd be up and at it every day. Please remember to keep reviewing, it seriously inspires me. xD Stay tuned~! Love you. ; w;