My Matesprit chapter 5

You are currently sitting in Ms Paints classroom, you haven't done your homework because of the damn TV and your very likely to get a detention, maybe you could just quickly copy off someone while she isn't looking... You take a look around but the closest people around is Gamzee and Feferi. Gamzee is high as fuck and you can see that he hasn't done the homework either so you turn to Feferi "psst, Feferi" "hmm, oh hiyah karkrab, what's the matter?" "Can I borrow your homework?" She frowns and shakes her head "I don't know, I don't want to get into trouble for letting you copy" "oh come on I won't copy word for word" just as Feferi is about to hand you her paper Ms Paint turns around "karkat. Is something wrong?" Shit. "Uh no" she gives you a questionable stare "well then would you mind repeating what I just said?" You notice the rest of the class staring at you and you look at the board hoping for something that would indicate what she said but there was nothing. "Uhh something" she frowns at you "less talking, pay attention" you nod and she begins going around the class to collect the homework.

When she gets to you she frowns and shakes her head "you haven't done it have you karkat?" He shake your head "no" she sighs and notes your name down "I'll see you in detention on Monday" she walks away.

"Hey karbro, chill motherfucker, I'll be in the detention two, we can relax together man" you flip him off "whatever Gamzee"

At the end of the lesson Ms Paint hands you a detention slip and just your luck, your fucking dad has to sign it.

When you get home your dad is in the kitchen, so you try to sneak by. Luckily he's on the phone so you get by without him noticing. Once your in your room you change into a plain black shirt, a pair of gray pants, your black jacket and your sneakers. You where meeting Dave outside the cafe in 10 minutes and you need to think of a way to get by Slick.

You tip toe down the stairs and check to see if he's anywhere near, thankfully he's not here. You move to the door, but as you open it a hand rests on your shoulder "where you going kid?" You turn "I'm going to meet some friends, am I not aloud to have friends now?!" "I never said that, but you don't just walk out without letting me know where your fucking going" "well I'm going out, see you later" you walk out and head towards the cafe.

Once you get there you see Dave leaning on the wall, he looks up when you walk over "hey Kitkat, you actually came" you raise an eyebrow "yeah, I told you I'd come so I did. So what the fuck are we doing?" He smirked slightly and grabbed your hand leading you down the street "that's a surprise"

Your a little annoyed but allow him to lead you. You both eventually end up outside a night club "are you fucking kidding me!" He laughs slightly "what?" "One, we'll never get in because we're too young, two I don't dance, ever" "my bro works as the DJ here, he'll get us in, plus I'm pretty sure your a good dancer" "nope, never danced in my life and I ain't gonna start now"

Dave sighs and pulls you around the back of the club and opens the door with a key "ta da, bro gave me a key" you roll your eyes "I'm still not going to dance"

You follow Dave through the maze of people and he takes a seat at one of the tables, so you sit by him "want a drink?" He has to speak loudly for you to hear him over the music, you nod. You've had a long day and your pretty thirsty "great, I'll be right back" he gets up and heads towards the bar.

As you wait for him to get back you start to wonder if this was a good idea, god knows why your having your first ever date at a freaking night club and with Dave Strider of all people. You sigh and check your phone it's around 9:45pm so you guess you'll stay another hour then head home.

After a few minutes Dave arrives with two drinks, he sits and hands you one. You look at it, it's definitely alcohol "uh, what the fuck is this?!" "What? You don't like beer?" He takes a sip of his drink "I don't drink" "then why did you say you wanted one?" "I didn't think you meant an alcoholic drink you ass!" "Chill man, it's just a drink, it's kinda what you drink at a night club" he continues to drink the rest of his beer quite quickly and you stare at you glass. One drink couldn't hurt...

...4 hours later

You feel great! After the first beer, you had another then another then another and another, you can't remember how many you've had. All you know is that your now on the dancefloor with your back pressed up against dave, moving to the music with him. His hands are all over you, roaming your body as you dance together, you can feel him place kisses along your neck and you can smell the alcohol on him. His hands go lower and he places them on your hips, you sway to the raving music and even sing along if you know what song is playing.

After a while you can barely stand so you sit back down at the table, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out. You can barely see the screen, you where so drunk that everything was a bit of a blur, all you can make out is '19' and 'dad' you forget about your phone very quickly once Dave is behind you wrapping his arms around you and kisses your neck. You turn and with a drunken smile you kiss him right on the lips.

He moves his hands to your hair and slips his tongue into your mouth, you slide yours along his and wrap your arms around him. It was a sloppy makeout but it was perfect. You may be drunk but you know that your definitely red for Dave.

Suddenly your pulled from Dave's embrace and shoved out the club, you try to figure out what just happened, when your shoved into a car. Once your seated you try to concentrate. A man gets into the drivers seat and starts yelling "you irresponsible little shit! Going to meet friends my ass! Look at you your fucking 16 Karkat you shouldn't be in clubs getting fucking wasted!"...it was your dad. You try to speak but it comes out a slurred mess, so you shut up before he gets even angrier. "I have called you 19 fucking time! Do you know how freaking worries i was!" At least now you know what your phone had said.

The rest of the way home, Slick continued to grumble angrily under his breathe and the movement of the car was making you fell a bit ill, or was that the alcohol? Your not too sure.

Once inside the house your straight to the toilet bent over and hurling up vomit. Slick is leaning on the toilet door shaking his head in disappointment "damn kids, don't know their fucking limits, your in so much trouble! Once you get up tomorrow we need to have a chat, your too pissed for me to punish you right now"

The rest of the night consisted of you throwing up and attempting to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen because you where about to be sick again. So for the god knows how many times you get up and rush to the toilet to spew your guts up.