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Now, things were going pretty good. In two weeks, I'd managed to get pretty close with John. And I could tell things were going pretty good, right? He and I hung out most days after school. I, of course, flirted with him most of those days. He never did much more then smirk a little, his ears turning red. I began to really think that the kid liked me.
I didn't believe much in karma. Seriously, if karma was a problem, where had it been all this time? Seriously, I had four (well, three as of late) relationships and I lied just about every time I opened my mouth. And so far, I was doing pretty good. I had pretty good luck. You hear lots of people ranting on about that whole karma shit, but I blocked it off. Just one more mistake, I guess. Maybe being a little superstitious would have saved me some grief later.
But, no, I sauntered into school the next day without much worry. Well, not in the sense of karma really. I was planning to ask John out, so I had a bit of nerves about that. I hadn't asked anyone out since Terezi. But besides that, I wasn't giving that much thought to anything to do with karma. Or common since.
You know, by now, you've probably thought about this whole scenario. You're probably a nice, intelligent reader. You're thinking "Well, gee-golly Dave, are you fucking retarded? You seriously just told your ex that you weren't allowed to date anyone and now your promenading around with John Egbert for everyone to see?" Well, yes. You're right on that one. I am retarded. But I didn't realize that, no. I thought I was so great at this whole game. Dave Strider, stealer of hearts. Juggler of romance.
Yeah, well, like I said, I didn't notice. But that doesn't mean other people didn't. The first to confront me was no other then my lovely blind friend. But it wasn't in her normal way, sauntering up beside me coolly without a word. Today it was gritted teeth, sharp canines flashing as she stormed over. And then she slapped me. And trust me, I have been slapped by Terezi many times. But this time, it was really meant to hurt. And good God, it did. I furrowed my brow and scowled, clutching the left side of my face. "The fuck, TZ?"
"So," she snarled, her voice sounding broken, "John now? And you broke up with Tavros? The hell, Dave?"
I frowned. "What? It's not like I'm cheating on them in this ca-"
'What about me, you douche?" There was silence, which angered her even more. She clenched her fists, scowling even more. "Do you think I really get a kick out of being your back-up?"
"What the hell? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"
"Because you're getting out of control!" I gaped.
"Why do you act like I'm the one that broke your heart? You're the one that broke up with me! And you're the one that was just fine that I was cheating when I was with you." Terezi tensed further.
"You know what? I thought maybe you weren't gonna stay with your stupid internet boyfriend after that kiss! And yet, you did, and I was too stupid to know to run." There was another long pause. "I'm giving up this time."
"Tere-"
"Can it," she growled. She stormed off. I blinked.
And yet, I was only a bit upset. I was more angry. I had always felt like Terezi had been toying with my emotions for a long time. Dumping me for some random douchebag? Then kissing me when she knew I was already with someone else? I hadn't even considered that she might not be totally okay with seeing me in secret. I mean, she'd never said anything about it. I brushed it off as her being hormonal, her making up how she had felt to rile herself up.
What a lovely person I am, I know. But karma wasn't done.
Terezi didn't sit with us at lunch. So, I ended up having a bit of decency. I ended up looking for her instead of asking John out. But I had every intent of cutting our whole not-quite relationship off with her if she didn't like me being with John. Still, she'd been my best friend for a long time. I ended up not finding her before the bell rang. I ended up walking around a bit after class. The only place I hadn't looked was in the bathrooms, and I couldn't exactly go in there. Still, I decided to check again by her locker.
Instead of founding her I found a hunched over boy with another boy sitting besides him silently. Tavros. And the other kid I recognized as his best friend. Tavros looked up at me, then quickly looked down at his shoes. The other boy, eerily pale with weird makeup on his face looked up at me. His half-grin curled into a snarl. He stood up, which showed that he was pretty tall, probably six feet or so. That beat me and my five and a half feet.
"What," he hissed, "the FUCK is your problem, Strider?" He growled.
"Gamzee!" Tavros squealed. "C-calm down!"
Gamzee obviously had no intent of listening to him, and grabbed me by the shoulders. Being the moron I was I didn't have the mind to break away before getting punched. His fist connected with the center of my face, pushing me back a bit. I stood up, unsure whether to fight back or not. Tavros scurried over and shook Gamzee's shoulder. "You think Tav is just some MOTHERFUCKING TOY? You think he doesn't notice you're all over that new boy, you PIECE OF SHIT?" Another hit to my face. This time on my left temple, hitting most of my eye. I staggered against the wall, my fingers flying up to the place I'd been hit.
Tavros shook the boy more desperately. "Gamzee! Gamzee, calm down! You're gonna get in trouble again." Ah, so it wasn't worry for me. Yeah, I probably deserved that one, I realized. The other boy let go of my shoulder and blinked a bit, then turned slowly back to Tavros.
"Man, I'm sorry Tavbro, I just-"
"It's fine, Gamzee. C'mon, I guess we should probably get to class." With a glare over his shoulder, Gamzee led Tavros off.
Sitting at home with ice over my twice-impaled face, I stared at my computer screen, my leaning on my left hand, which held the ice. I frowned at my screen.
GG: hey dave!
GG: how was your day, sweetie?
Any other guy in the entire world would've thought that maybe some sort of divine force was trying to send him a message. He would have cut the nonsense. If he really felt specially about someone, say, a boy named John, then he would've quit the crap and stopped messing around with his remaining love interests.
Not me, of course. I just couldn't get enough of destructing my own life, it seems.
