Okay, so like, Depressed Karkat apparently
You stayed away from everyone for the rest of middle school, although you did notice that Dave had finally broken up with Terezi, honestly you didn't care. Besides, who even cared? You didn't that's for sure. Lots of people would so say that you actually really cared a lot, but you don't. So shut up.
When you got into High School, you had officially decided on wearing a jacket 24/7. Nobody questioned why, but you could tell others knew why. You didn't like that people could know, you sort of felt as though you were out right visible to them. It took almost halfway through Freshman year to find out that Dave ended up becoming popular as fuck with everyone. Just wearing suits and shades apparently made him the most popular boy in school. You didn't care. Why would you care anyways.
You only cared if anyone found you out. Which would hopefully be nobody.
"Hey." You froze as you walked down the hallway, going to your locker to put your things away and leave. You turned slightly, looking up at the tall blonde. Oh it was Dave. "Ugh, what the fuck do you want?" "I just wanted to talk to you, Jesus. Don't fucking flip your shit troll boy." TROLL BOY!? "Look, if you're going to insult me, then do it with your fucking groupies, they all want in your pants anyways." "What? The chicks? Nah, I mean, they're chill but I don't care for them." You were shocked. "You... don't care for them?" "They get tiring after awhile." "Really?" "Yeah." You shrugged, walking off. He followed you, making sure you didn't leave his sight. You went into a crowded hallway before running off, making sure he didn't follow you. By the time you got outside, you were alone. Finally, peace and quiet.
You walked towards a heavily wooded area after awhile, hiding in the trees quietly as you watched him come outside, looking for you. You then caught a glimpse of something on the ground. It looked like a bag. You went over to it, looking through it before you found a pack of cigarettes. You slowly pulled a cigarette out, finding a matchbox and lighting a match. It took a few tries and a near burning of your finger to light it. It tasted awful, but you kept it. You searched through the bag more, seeing a shit ton of things. You took the bag and found your path through the woods, walking through it towards your house. When you finally got home, you climbed into your room window and hid in your closet, going through the bag some more.
You probably won't give it back to the owner.
You slowly walked out of your room, stretching as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned and looked up, seeing your brother standing there.
"Karkat, it's three in the m9rning, what are y9- ugh, what is that repulsive smell?" You looked away from him, shrugging slightly. "Karkat, the smell is c9ming fr9m y9u. What are y9u n9t telling me?" You froze, growing quiet. "Karkat. Tell me n9w." "No, it- it's nothing." You pulled away from him, walking downstairs into the kitchen and looking through the fridge. You heard him go back into his room, leaving you in silence. You skimmed the whole fridge before closing it and sitting in front of it, sighing. You leaned your head back and yawned, not wanting to go upstairs and sleep.
"Karkat? Karkat, wake up." You opened your eyes as your brother shook you. Your eyes widened as you jumped up, hitting him in the face with your horn. "Shit, sorry." "9W!" You ran upstairs, sliding past your dad, and running into your room, closing and locking the door. You could only imagine your dad asking your brother why you ran upstairs. "I'M FINE, IT'S JUST A 6L99DY N9SE. I CAN CLEAN IT UP." The bastard knew you were listening, goddammit.
You quickly climbed out your bedroom window, carrying everything. Before you checked the time. 7:40. Shit, you can't walk to school and be there on time. You looked over at the cars in the driveway, seeing your old shitbag of a car. It was actually nice, your dad pretty much took care of it. Maybe. You didn't care, you got in the car and started it, driving off.
Thus: I end it.
Okay, so I bring up the "Karkat can drive" shit because some people my age (14-15) get their drivers license/have their drivers license by Freshman year and Karkat's what? A sophomore here? Whatever.
It's fucking Idaho knowledge.
