AN: So I was thinking about changing the title of this fic. I mean, this title is just something I threw in there because I didn't know what else to call it really. But I'd have to think about a new title.. Eh, I'll come up with something, but if you guys have any ideas, please just let me know! Thanks!

So, walking to school sucked.

You can't help but shake your head as you walk up the long path to the steps, littered with kids that you wanted to kick in the face.

Your bag felt at least 400 times heavier on your back as you walked, sighing. Pushing the front door open, and walking into the cluttered halls, you wanted to shrink away, into your own world. School was so boring, life in general was boring. You wanted to bury yourself in your fantasy stories and games. Tales of strong independent women, falling for the strong, golden-hearted rebels. Oh how you could read and read, nose buried in a book for hours.

You knew you were at the school early, since most people were outside and the staff were all over the place, running around to get everything together for the day. Most students weren't allowed inside until the bell rung, but no one had yelled at you thus far, and you knew exactly where you could go and no one would even raise their voice at you.

You passed down the hall, walking along side lockers, trying to stay quiet. You pulled your hood up for good measure, and peeked around a corner. Clear. You smirk and duck down that corner and kneel down, crawling past a wall covered in windows leading to several teacher offices. You weren't sure why the teachers needed so many damn offices, didn't they have desks in their room for that? Whatever. You sigh and continue crawling until the windows end and you stand and brush yourself off.

Just another hall and a half. You dart down this hall, ducking behind a set of lockers and glancing around. No one. You peek around the corner and stop. Just a janitor, making their way to the other end of the hall with their broom. You sigh in relief, when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Heading for my room, Miss Serket?" You turn to look at the woman holding your shoulder, with her smirk in place, dark hair pinned back neatly and curling over his shoulders in sleek, elegant twists. Blue eyes that could bore into your soul and devour every last secret fixed on your face.

You sigh in relief. "Jesus, I thought you were going to fucking attack me.

She rolled her eyes. "Just because I'm your sister doesn't mean you can say fuck infront of me."

"Fuck you."

She chuckled and sighed, walking down the hall. "Come on, I need someone to help me put chairs down anyway."

"Fiiiiiiiine." You sigh, following her.

== Be unpleasantly surprised.

When you told your mind that a ride with John wouldn't be too bad because you could ignore him the whole time, you were convinced it would be no problem to ignore him.

But not his siblings to.

The Egbert family was plenty big child wise. Four of these little derpy fuckers. Four. One was adopted from some Australian country or some shit like that. A set of twins, and one other kid who was a year younger. The adopted one was the eldest, followed by the twins. You were stuck between Miss Spits-A-Lot and Mr. Chip-Chip-Tally-HO!

"Somebody pleas shoot me." You mutter under your breath and Jade stops, looking at you.

"Karkat! What'd you say? Speak up!" You sigh, and wipe the bit of spit off your cheek. This girl needs some serious braces. Her over-gap, bucky teeth were worse than John's, and he looked like a beaver already.

"Well for fucking one, I AM GETTING A SPIT BATH, and two, I AM FUCK-"

"Karkat! I am giving you a ride, so if you would please take your head out of your ass and stop yelling at my sister, I'd appreciate it."

"Has your family ever heard of braces? Hell," you turn, pointing your finger at Jake. "He's fucking adopted and yet he's got the bucked teeth and goofy expression all you idiots have!"

Jake couldn't help but blink at you and frown. "Well then, you've certainly got your trousers in a hitch."

"JESUS FUCK, YOU'RE IN AMERICA, TALK LIKE IT. YOU'RE LIKE ONE OF THOSE WHITE GUYS WHO TALKS LIKE HE'S BLACK."

"..Karkat that is completely different. Jake just has an accent."

"Yeah, totally, because all white American males call their damn pants trousers and say "tip tip tally ho". Abso-fucking-lutely."

"John, may I inquire that we never drive your friend anywhere ever again?"

John sighed in the front seat. "Somebody just push him out the window."

"Jane, you've been awfully quiet!" Jade peeked up to the passenger seat, where her elder sister had her face buried in a cook book.

"Jaaaaaaaane! Come on! Say something!" Jade smiled her bucktoohed grin and poked her sister who repeatedly refused to be pulled out of her studying.

Today was going to be long as fuck.

== H3H3H3H3

"Dave, we should stop somewhere!" You smirk, as you pop another Skittle in your mouth. Dave picks you up a bag at least once a week now. He knew you'd shut up while you stuffed your face if he put the bag infront of you. His car was probably littered with skittles since normally when you dropped them, you couldn't really find them without hitting your head or something.

"Rezi, school."

"Who cares about school? Hehehe."

"...True that. Let's go to Chuck-E Cheese and make fun of the mouse and put Vaseline in the playing tubes."

"Gasp! Dave, you're brilliant!" You cackle, smiling wide.

You can almost feel him smirk as he made a suddenly different turn.

"This is going to be great!" You brush a strand of hair out of your eyes, even though it wasn't like it was impairing your vision or anything, just feeling it there got on your nerves.

"You and you're hair."

"If you make another no soul joke I swear."

"A fucking blind ginger. The girls I pick do reek mayhem with.."

"The girl you mean."

"I meant the bitch."

"Wow, rude!" You pout, giving him a fake glare.

"Terezi, eat your Skittles, bi-"

"If you say 'bitches love Skittles', I might handcuff you to a pole and steal your car.."

"Fuck you, fine. Gingers love Skittles."

"I give up on life."

AN: Lol, just a little screwing around with ginger Terezi. It's okay Terezi, I feel your pain, I don't have a soul either. Haha, but yeah, I'm going to my dad's all weekend and wouldn't be able to finish this chapter, so I wanted to post at least something. So here you go, a little filler chapter, showing more relationships!