A/N: How ironic is this? I can write the longest chapter I've ever written in a matter of four hours, a quiet house, and a cup of coffee, but I can't write two thousand words in the long time frame of a day. I. Don't. Know. How. To. React. Read Review Enjoy, as I go and question the rest of my existence.
Karkat and Titaia's feelings jam was basically about to turn into a jam of fists into the others face. They were cursing so much that it would make sailors turn around and shake their heads in disappointment at them for such language. "Damn you to hell, and I fucking hope you rot there, too." Titaia spat at him.
"Bitch, I hope you're confined into a fucking room filled with Care Bear posters and all that giddy shit, with your eyes pried wide open, and no door in sight!" Karkat squelched.
"Baha. You're so fucking hilarious, you fucking SHORT fuse of a fuck bomb." Titaia argued.
"Did you just call me short indirectly?" Karkat inquired rhetorically. "I should smack the living depression out of you!"
Gamzee covered his ears; with each insult the voices would increase another degree in volume. He watched the two turn angrier and angrier until Titaia got fed up and smacked him right in the face. Everything went real quiet, and Gamzee's 'best friend' started to grit his teeth.
"…" Karkat felt his face, and looked at her. His blood was boiling, he could feel it.
Gamzee started to hold Karkat back before anything could happen. "It's okay, best friend. Don't up and motherfucking try hurting her, shit will never be good if you do!" He was actually struggling to hold the insomniac back; Karkat's anger must've been driving him to seriously hit her.
"Let me go, fuckass!" Karkat shouted. He glared at Titaia. "Fuck you! Come here so I can hit you!"
"Yeah, okay. Let me walk my ass over there so you can actually hit me. Do you spit out random bullshit for kicks?" She asked.
"I'm not fucking spitting out random bullshit, you god damn chancellor of idiocy!" Karkat returned.
"Yeah, okay." Titaia sighed, walking over to him. She stopped a few feet from him, so his jerking feet wouldn't touch her if he decided to kick her. She crossed her arms, and flipped him off to taunt him.
"Sis, don't do that! He's gonna rip out of my motherfuckin' hands and hit all up on you!" Gamzee advised.
"No, I know what I'm doing." Titaia sighed. "Karkat." She started.
"What?" He snapped at her.
"Calm. The. Fuck. Down. Don't you think that it's better if you sit down, and chill?" She asked as if she hadn't done anything.
"You know what, fuckass? You're right. I won't get you back, but the school will." The insomniac explained. He closed his eyes and counted to three, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"Wha—" Titaia slapped her forehead, remembering that the school was equipped with cameras. And they just witnessed her hit the angry boy, provoking him. A detention for her, or if she's lucky enough, she will be granted the disapproval of not going to the dance. She was kind of glad, and couldn't wait to be called up to the office. That is until she remembered the creepy ass idiot who called himself Mr. B. He was going to talk to her. She hated him, so much. Saying that she was afraid to make friends. Asshole. "Fuck that." She frowned. "I'm not scared of this prison."
"You can let me go now, Gamzee. I'm good now." Karkat muttered through his teeth. He was released, and he rubbed his shoulders.
"Sorry, angry-bro. I just didn't want anyone to get hurt, that's never good." Gamzee explained. "So much for the motherfucking feelings jam."
Karkat diverted his attention to Titaia. "You'd better be scared, y'shitty emo. They might give you a straight up week of detention. And who knows? They might take one of your precious self-harm weapons away from you, or make you do something happy. They do that kind of harsh shit over here."
Titaia shrugged. "These idiots aren't anything. I say to bring it on." She sighed.
"Titaia Leosso, please come to the front office." The speaker chimed, before going off.
"They brought it." Karkat snickered to himself.
Titaia crossed her arms, and left the room. How the fuck do they call her in after one of her faults, but they take so long to call others in? Nothing in this fucking building makes sense. She went down the elevator with no interruptions, and walked straight on towards the office which was located on ground floor. She sighed after entering and signing in, and sat on one of the many provided chairs for people who were waiting. She inhaled through her nose, and she could smell the all to nostalgic smell of coffee. Coffee and its normality. Oh it was great to relive th—
"Titaia, you can come into my office now." Mr. B explained, sitting in his office.
Titaia walked in, the weirded out feeling returning to her. "Uhm…" She frowned. She took a seat, and Mr. B stroked his beard. It wasn't even a fucking beard, just like a centimeter of hair on his chin.
"Why did you hit him?" He asked, darting his eyes at Titaia.
"I hate him."
"You hate yourself, don't you? Shouldn't what he says not matter?"
"Shut up."
"Whoa, there. Young lady, do you want me to write you up?" Mr., B asked, going through her file again.
"You are going to expel me from this school, or something? I'd be glad to have that happen." Titaia smirked, crossing her arms. She had this man trapped; nothing he said or did was going to back him out of it.
Mr. B nodded slowly before he inhaled and started speaking again. "So, word on the camera is that you don't want to go to the dance."
"What of it?" Titaia asked, her smirk turning into a scowl.
"You're going to go." Mr. B explained. "If you don't go, you're going to have your laptop confiscated. We see that you love that thing." He smiled, knowing that he won.
Titaia smacked her forehead. Shit. She was seriously planning on not even attending the stupid thing, even if she told Gamzee, Eridan and Tavros that she was going to go. She was going to tell them that she was having a serious stomach ache. But now she had to go for the sake of talking to TA. Fuck. "…I have to go?" She asked.
"Yes." Mr. B retorted. "I think it would be the best punishment, since 'you're not scared of this prison' and 'we can bring it on' I decided to bring it." Mr. B quoted her.
Shit, they use that footage for more than checking up on people, they also hand it to creepy counselors and allow them to use it against the poor souls that have to walk into their offices. This school was scarier shit than she thought. "Ah, okay." She nodded her head. "So, sending me to the dance is the punishment? What if I fall sick or something?"
"Well, it'd be a shame if you were too sick to go on your laptop, wouldn't it?"
Shit. He's good; she'd have to give him that. "Well, if that's all you want," She started to stand up, "then I'll be on my way, sir." She cracked her knuckles, and started towards the door.
"No, I'm not done. You're going to write a one hundred word paper to Karkat Vantas and apologize for what you did. Hitting people isn't nice." Mr. B instructed, his eyes looking at her manila folder, and sipping some coffee.
"It's not nice to be a creepy ass douche that always has something to say." She said under her breath, reaching for the doorknob.
"One hundred fifty, just for that little crack you made there. And he'd better have it by tonight." Mr. B added, not moving his eyes from her folder. He was writing some notes down.
Titaia banged her head on the door and walked out. That creepy fucker, he heard and saw things that normal humans wouldn't notice.
In her room, Titaia was typing ferociously on her laptop. Vriska would peer over her shoulder once in a while to see what she was typing so barbarically, but Titaia would push her away and continue practically beating on her keyboard with her fingertips. The wretched lie of an apology wrote:
'Dear Karkat,
I'm sorry for flipping out and hurting you earlier. I don't know why I did that. It was very, very very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, immature and unlady-like of me. Please do understand that my intentions were not to anger you but I had an 'episode' and it was unreasonable. So, sorry. I just did a word count, this was only 47 words. Now I have 61. And now I have 66. But seriously, I apologize. I'm very, very, very very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, oh so very, very, very, very, sorry for what I did to you. And I do hope that you find it in your big heart to forgive me.
-Your Classmate
Titaia. '
She re-read her essay. "This is beautiful." She said to herself. It was the best bullshitting idea she had ever come up with. He never said she couldn't repeat words, and she fucking apologized, so she was good. And if he wanted to tell her otherwise, she'll tell him to play the tape. She saved the stupid thing to her flash drive, and got out of bed.
"Where're you going now? Going to go send your little love-note?" Vriska asked, laughingly.
Titaia, who clearly ignored Vriska, retrieved her keys and wallet and walked out, after placing the flash drive in her pocket. She went to the library and sat at a computer. "Just gotta print this, dinner's in about ten minutes." She inserted the flash drive into the computer, and clicked for the documents folder.
"Are you finding everything okay?" A cheerful, giddy voice asked from behind her.
Titaia turned around, and saw some chick, dressed in a loud pink blouse, and a pleated white skirt with jewelry of all types, and a headband that went around her head, much like hippies wore, her hair grown past her bum, and some white sandals. She was also bespeckled, with large pink glasses sitting on top of her nose. "Yes…" Titaia nodded.
"Well, hello there! I don't think I've met you." She giggled before putting her hand out in front of Titaia. "I'm Feferi Peixes."
"Titaia." she introduced, shaking her hand.
Feferi smiled wide, as she pulled back from the handshake in a friendly manner. "Oh! That girl that got called into the office earlier today? So, what might you be in for? Are you the suicidal girl I've been hearing so much about?"
Titaia nodded. Wow, there were rumors going on about her? She'd have to thank whoever did that. "How'd you hear about me?"
"My friends Sollux and Karkat complained about you once, after I asked them who was sitting with them. And Vriska was telling me about how she stabbed you." She scratched the back of her head and let out a laugh. "But I think you're just fine. They're just being meanies."
Titaia nodded again. "Thanks. What're you in for?" She was curious. It didn't look like there was much wrong with her, but she could be wrong. After all, Kanaya had Titaia pretty fucking fooled, too.
"Me? Oh, no, girlie! I'm here because my daddy owns the school. He brought me here to share my peppiness with people. Since I don't have a reason to actually be here, I go to help some of the middle school classes with their depression, and I spend my time helping out in the library." Feferi explained, with happiness in her voice.
Peppiness. Ah, so that wasn't a disease. What made depression a disease, then? "Really, now?" She asked, clicking print on her monitor. "Well, that's good. I'm glad that you don't have to suffer like we do."
"I feel bad for you guys. So much watching and it must be so uncomfortable." Feferi's smile faded into more of a sympathetic expression.
"Yeah…" Titaia agreed, hearing the printer run. She yanked the flash drive from the computer and stuffed it into her pocket.
Feferi took the paper out the printer and handed it to Titaia. "There you go, missy." She smiled widely.
"Thanks." Titaia waved after retrieving her paper. "I'm going to dinner..."
"Sure thing! See you later!" She waved after Titaia.
Titaia walked towards the meal room, walking into an empty line and just waiting for the bell to ring. When it did, the lines were filling up and she was the first to exit her line. She placed her tray on the table, and waited for the rest of her friends.
"Uh… hi, Titaia!" Tavros waved, sitting in front of her.
"Hey, Tavros. How's life?" She asked throwing some rice into her mouth.
"It's good, today I feel like I've uh… accomplished something." Tavros smiled.
"That's always good to hear, motherfucka." Gamzee sat down next to Titaia.
"I heard you got called into the office…" Tavros frowned.
"Oh yeah, by that douchelord Mr. B. He's fucking creepy, man. He made me write a stupid paper for Karkat, since I hit him. Like, I got stabbed in the fucking hand; I didn't get an apology note! And it took them a fucking day to realize I was stabbed!" She ranted.
"Whoa, sis. Stay calm and motherfuckin' take care. It ain't the end of the world." Gamzee assured.
Titaia crossed her arms. "I guess." She sighed.
Eridan was now at the table. "What did you write him anyway?" He was presented the letter, and he grabbed it from her, reading from his glasses. His facial expression illuminated, and he covered his mouth in laughter. "What? Is this a fuckin' joke?" Eridan asked.
"No." Titaia frowned. "It's not at all. It wasn't like I was going to write him a fully detailed piece of writing for him to read."
Eridan's chortling settled down more, and he handed her the paper. "Kar just took his seat." He said, pointing to the table across the cafeteria. "I guess you can give it to him, now."
Titaia sighed, getting out of her comfort zone and approaching their table. That asshole better enjoy that apology note. If it weren't for him, her precious laptop wouldn't be at stake.
"The fuck doeth the want?" Sollux asked, seeing Titaia approach them. He put each of his forks down, just in case she was there to confront them about something.
"Who the fuck knows, and who the fuck cares?" Karkat asked, concentrating on his food.
"Ugh." Sollux groaned when she made it over.
"Calm down, lispy." Titaia said, sliding the paper over to Karkat. "Before you get any funny ideas, I was forced to do this." She sighed, walking off.
Sollux watched her walk off, and looked at the note and back to Karkat. "Ooh, a love note?" He cooed.
"No, fuckass. She wrote me an apology letter, and it's fucking littered with the word very, kinda like how this earth is littered with pricks."
"You being one of them." Sollux laughed. "Let me thee it?" He asked, grabbing it and laughing. "This girl thinkth the'th thlick!"
"Yeah." Karkat muttered. "Which is what pisses me off the fucking most about her, she thinks she can do things that aren't okay."
Titaia returned to her table. "So, I'm forced to go to the dance as a punishment."
Eridan laughed again. "Ha fuckin' ha! That's what you fuckin' get, Ti!"
"Not true. This is unfair, if I don't go, my laptop gets taken away." She frowned.
"What do you do on your motherfuckin' laptop that's so important, sis?" Gamzee asked.
Tavros spoke up. "I uh… guess it's just one of her prized possessions." He said swiftly. "Lots of people I know wouldn't want their laptop taken from them…" The others at the table knew who TA really was on Pesturchum, so if she said anything about that, it would really mess thing up.
"I'm guessin' you're right, Tav…" Eridan nodded his head, though he didn't look too convinced.
Titaia laughed, nudging Eridan's arm. "It's like you and your precious hipster scarves." She looked at Gamzee. "And you and your weed. Without it, who are you?"
"Good point." Eridan agreed.
"Hell yeah." Gamzee nodded.
Tavros exhaled in content, the secret was still safe. It was up to the couple to find out their true identities, he wouldn't want anyone, including himself, to mess with that.
A/N: I still won't make any promises. I might start the next chapter immediately, but I'm starting to crash from my coffee. I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned. ; w;