So here's the chapter three thing. Thanks so much for the reviews, it means a lot to me!
And there was only 4 new ones, just to let you know. But oh well, I felt like posting it early. And it totally didn't have anything to do with my person forcing me into it, not at all.
Anyways how about five more in exchange for chapter four being let go?
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I remember, it was two months after him being there, that we got new seats in math.
I hated that they still had seating charts in the 10th grade.
How stupid.
But I remember, how thrilled I was when I found out where I supposed to sit.
I was so happy, that I completely ignored the fact that Dave's ears had turned a slight pink.
I'm not sure, but I think that was also the day that John and Vriska had a falling out.
Yeah, now that I think about it, that was when someone had caught Vriska trying to Tavros to turn straight by rubbing all up against him.
Frankly, it grossed the poor kid out, I remember.
Of course, she had been messing with the kid, but the fact that she even did that, made John kinda pissed.
I laughed.
It was rude, but I laughed when I saw the look on her face the moment he called her bitch.
Because she was a bitch. A bit huge bitchy bitch bitch.
I really didn't like her.
Oh wait! That was the day that Eridan came back too!
I had forgotten that loser had been on vacation with his stupid rich ass family off on some fancy fucking cruise.
We had just become friends with each other before he left, too.
Hah, I remember he was always whining about Feferi not returning his feelings.
What a laugh that is, now.
Seeing as he's-
Well, that's not the point.
I remember him and Dave didn't really like each other.
They didn't hate each other either, they just didn't see eye to eye on certain things.
Which was fine by me, it didn't really matter.
Well, okay it mattered.
I mean those two were like my two closest friends, since Gamzee was still off with family.
And then there was Sollux.
Oh god, was that the same day that he did the thing?!
Wait, no that was a little bit later.
Hah, that was pretty great.
But, it was the day that Vriska and John broke up, and things got a little more interesting for me. So much stuff was going on at once, and Dave had called me for help. I was the one he went to when everything went to shit.
Since it is starting to get colder and colder as the days go by, the coaches have decided that your class will no longer be going outside for sports.
Which, honestly, doesn't matter to you, because your class never really went outside in the first place.
That wasn't important to you, no matter what way you look at it.
It could be negative 20 degrees out and you would still go out if it meant playing a game with Dave by your side.
You don't know why, but he really makes everything that much better. Makes everything that much brighter, that much more colorful.
Well, you do know why, you just aren't admitting it. You aren't even admitting it to yourself, much less out loud.
Fuck no you are never going to say it out loud.
P.E. is starting to become a class that you actually look forward to.
Well, yeah it's really starting to become a class you look forward to.
Not just because of Dave, no.
You are starting to really enjoy playing the games.
You've always kinda liked sports, but not enough to actually get out there and do anything about it.
Especially soccer, that has to be one of your favorites.
Not just because Dave's shirt rides up a lot when he runs, because that happens during other sports as well, but also because you are actually pretty good at the game itself.
If you aren't too busy staring at Dave, that is. Which you don't do that often, really you don't.
Today however is supposed to be a more laid back day.
You are playing dodge-ball today.
You aren't really all that sure how you feel about this game.
And even so, you're pretty sure you haven't played dodge-ball since middle school, so you probably suck at it anyways.
The class splits into two teams, almost always the same people on each team every time, and gather on opposite ends of the court.
Dave, for once, is on the other team.
The whistle is blown, and you slink towards the back of the group. You are not too keen on getting hit in the face with one of those red balls. You remember that they hurt like a bitch.
"Vvantas!" the sound of someone calling your name causes you to look over to them, only to see a red dot come flying towards you.
Ducking out of the way, you send a different ball hurling back in that same direction and hear a 'Fuck' being shouted as someone getting slammed in the stomach by your ball.
You actually take the time to look at who it was that you hit, and you curse under your breath when you recgonize Eridan.
"Sorry Eridan!" you call to him, he flips you off with one hand, the other holding his stomach tightly.
You almost feel like laughing, but you are pretty sure that would only piss your friend off more.
Your attention then turns to another red ball coming towards you.
Holding out your hand, you catch the ball and send it flying back at another player.
Your eye catches Dave, already out and sitting in the sidelines. His aviators meet your eyes and you feel your face heat up slightly.
Momentarily distracted by your idiot of a friend, you don't notice the red ball until it's too late, and it collides with your shoulder.
Okay, ow the stupid fucker, what the hell is his problem?!
You walk calmly over to the sidelines, rubbing your stinging shoulder with a glare.
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"Hey Karks, your shoulder okay?" Dave turns around in his chair to ask.
You roll your eyes and shrug. Honestly, he keeps coming up with more and more nicknames to call you. It gets annoying sometimes, but you don't mind.
You don't mind at all. You think it's kinda...cute...
"It's fine. Do your work." he whisper back, trying to forget about what you were just thinking about. He smiles at you and turns back around in his chair.
You almost resent being placed right behind him.
Almost.
He turns around in his seat a lot to ask you questions and just to generally bother the fuck out of you.
Not that you really mind all that much. You really like talking to him.
"What did you get on number 7?" he turns around again, and you can almost make out the shadow of his eyes behind those stupid aviators. If you can really see his eyes, they are currently staring at your paper. "How the fuck are you almost done?!" he hisses, his hands griping the back of his chair tightly.
"I'm just good at math." you sneer back. He chuckles lightly and flicks your nose.
"Yeah whatever." he says with a smile.
You wait until he turns back around again before you let yourself smile.
He really is making everything that much better.
You even enjoy doing your math now, just knowing that he's going to ask you for help on it.
For once, math is actually bringing you joy.
Who would have thought, huh?
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"Wwhere's John?" Eridan asks when he sits down.
You give him a look, hoping he understands your telipathic message of 'shut the fuck up'.
"Wwhat?" he asks instead.
Rolling your eyes and moving over so he can sit down, you just wave your hand dismisivly and tune out the rest of the conversation.
"Come on! It was a joke!" Vriska's yelling catches your attention, and you look up to see her standing, yelling at John with a pained expression.
"It doesn't change the fact that it was seriously messed up!" he shouts back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from her.
"Please, John. Give me another chance!" she yells, taking a step closer to him.
You note, that everyone has gone silent, and is watching the scene unfold. Where the fuck are the teachers? Aren't they supposed to intervene at this point?
Is that not their job or something?
"Vriska, I don't think I can. Three is enough, honestly. You know? Roxy was right, you are a bitch." he calmly replies, gathering his things and making his way out the doors of the cafeteria.
You have to hold your mouth tightly closed in order to keep from laughing so loudly that she hears.
Everyone's eyes land on the still fuming girl standing shell-shocked.
"What are you looking at?!" she screams at the group, gathering her own things and following John.
"Spiderbitch." you hear Eridan mumble under his breath.
Sollux almost chokes on his food when he starts laughing.
You wonder when Sollux will gather his courage and finally come out so he can say what he's been wanting to say for a long time now.
"That'th one way of thaying it, yeah." Sollux chuckles, keeping his eyes on the table, and away from Eridan.
Probably not for awhile, you guess.
Those two have a lot of catching up to do, you guess.
Deciding to let them do that, you mumble some sort of an apology and take your leave from the table.
Sollux pleads for you to stay with his eyes, not bothering to voice his displeasure with you leaving him with Eridan, but you ignore it and head out the doors.
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You walk home alone today, Dave is probably busy trying to comfort John.
He really liked Vriska, you know that.
But really, those two just weren't right for each other.
You know for a fact, that John will find his perfect girl one day.
For fucks sake, he's been trying hard enough.
What with that crush on Rose last year.
Poor dude is probably still a little bent about that.
He deserved it though, at least in your mind he did.
She was a little pissed at him for what he said to you when you had confessed your little crush.
"I'm not a homosexual, Karkat."
Thinking back on that, you laugh. Because that's actually pretty funny. But back then, it hurt.
And then he had asked out Rose. She, the amazing bitch she is, had responded with:
"I'm not a heterosexual, John."
You laughed- out loud -when you hear what she said to him.
He apologized to you later that day, and you went back to being friends.
You got over him soon after that. It was only a little crush anyways.
Turning the corner, and walking up the steps to your house, you feel the piece of shit phone in your pocket start to ring.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Karkat? It's Dave. I could use some help here."
You stop walking, right in front of your door.
Something is very wrong.
Dave never calls you by your actual name.
"What's wrong."
"Just come here please." he pleads, and you hear the sound of sobbing in the background.
Instantly recognizing the sound as John crying, you drop your bag in front of the door and start back down the steps.
"Where exactly is 'here'?"
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Bit of a cliffy? Eh, those are always fun.
Oh! And hey, thanks again for reviewing guys! Thanks so much for that. It's so kind of you and it motivates me to write more, so keep it up if you want more of this lame story. (that I happen to be holding hostage at the moment)
Bleh.