Now of course all the sweaty bald asshole had to tell us was to behave, pay attention and all that crap, then signed two notes so our lates would be excused. I sighed in relief when I realized Gamzee and I had no other classes together.
"Hey motherfucker." I recognized that irritatingly alluring and smooth fucking voice anywhere. Eridan was already rushing to the computer class he detested to steal peaks at Saul's flat ass.
"Listen I know I'm about to get hit but please don't hit me anywhere in the rib area I've been attacked once already and a side note I just want to let you know not all homosexuals will try to change your preference and it isn't contagious." I began to choke out as my face burned, Kankri's Habits rubbed off a bit and get to me in these situations.
"Whoa, whoa, chill motherfucker. Let me all up and get your number." What.
What.
Shit.
"I don't have a phone." I glanced down, my face red, "Then let me walk you to class, bro." My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed.
"Sure...do whatever the fuck you want." I stuttered a bit.
He walked me to my next class, Art.
"Won't you be late for class?"
"Nah, it's study hall." He smiled.
"So you're gay..?" I ask awkwardly.
He nods. "I mean I've been with women and stuff but I like guys." That's pretty normal for the few gays in this region to be honest.
He smells like weed, great he's a stoner. Fucking awesome dude.
"You said you don't wanna be hit in the ribs, what's up? Get picked on a lot?"
"You could say that." I wring at the slip in my hands. "S..so how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
In a sophomore class? Maybe he was held back.
"You wanna skip that class and do something?" He asks me, I shrug.
"Sure, I don't fucking care." He laughs and leads me out the back way towards the bleachers, it's fucking freezing even for may and even if I'm in this fucking sweater. He puts an arm around me and leads me down the stairs and I'm warm again. . . Great.
He pulled out a cigarette lighting it and offering me a smoke, but I shake my head. Kankri would kill me.
"So tell me about yourself?" I ask curiously.
"I'm Gamzee."
"No shit."
"Short for Graham Zeek Makara."
"I'm Karkat, short for Karson Katen Vantas."
It wasn't uncommon around here that people shortened their names like that, Kankri was short for Kanner Kristian, Eridan was short for Eric Daniel Ampora, and the same went for girls names most of the time, Terezi was Terry Ezra Pyrope, etc.
"That's cute."
"Shut the fuck up." I blushed glancing aside.
"I play guitar."
"Figures."
"I like cooking."
"Really?"
"Baking."
Was that a weed joke?
"Hey, what time is it?"
"11:20, class is over in 25."
"What do you wanna do for the next half hour?" I asked, I glance up to see him wink at me, "N..not like that, fuckass."
"Don't you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"Kiss me?"
My stomach tightens as my lips part to respond, "No asshole!"
"But you think I'm hot."
"So!?"
"So tell me. . . what as that 'and'."
"What and?"
"On the note, why else do you like me."
"You're mysterious. . ."
"Cliche."
"You're surprisingly laid back."
"Only when I'm high." He winked again.
"What are you like sober?"
"It gets pretty scary."
"Figured as much." He smirks at me.
"You thought I was scary?" He inches in closer, biting at the piercing on his lip, leaning in too close. . . "And that was another reason you liked me huh?" He reached in his pocket, sliding out a pocket knife, flicking it open.
Oh fuck. . he's insane.
The blade traced my cheek, "And it turns you on?" I glance down, his eyes being such a dark indigo scare the hell out of me. Then his lips crash onto mine, dropping the knife he holds my wrists still. . . I can feel my legs giving in as his tongue slides into my mouth. . . he's so intoxicating. I can't take it.
"That's cute. . .getting off on pain."
"I'm not a masochist." I whimper as he presses me to a steel beam.
"Really?" He laughs, kissing down my neck, biting roughly as my head tilts aside. Fuck I hope I'm dreaming- or do I?. . .No..ow..no it's not a dream I can feel that much. My hands grip at the back of his hoodie, clawing at it. I whimpered a bit as he let go.
"Not a masochist, got it." He smirked. Fuck. . . I kind of want him to do it again. I feel gross, I just met him and I want him to do some horrible things to me. . .well I've liked him for a while, and I'm a teenage boy, I have those hormone things right? Fuck! "Then you shouldn't bother with me, I'll fuck you up." He whispered, letting go of me and sitting in the dry grass.
I glanced down my face was red, I had to say something but I hate, and I mean hate when other's are right. . . I was still shocked against the beam.
"Fine."
"Fine?"
"FINE I'LL FUCKING DATE YOU"
"I didn't ask." He smirked up at me. God I already hate that goofy grin.
"Well fine then we don't have to since you're obviously some asshole who's insane as fu-" His lips where on mine again, thank fucking god. He was too fucking good at kissing, fuck. . . my hands tangled in his thick curly mess of hair and one of my legs betrayed me by wrapping around him.
"Y'know gentleman don't kiss on the first date." He teased, kissing down my neck.
"This isn't a date, asshole." I sighed, tilting my neck.
"Lets have one."
"What?"
"Have lunch with me, I made plans with a friend but you can come."
"Romantic." I scoffed. He shrugged.
"Bring that friend of yours, the really uh. ."
"Gay one. Got it."