Your name is Sollux Captor and you are 18 years old. Currently, you are leaning against your locker. In 7 minutes, school will be over for the day and you will be allowed home. You have nothing to do but wait for the last 7 minutes because your teacher decided to let class out early, which is both a blessing and a curse.
The only thing that you can occupy yourself with now is your phone. You have no homework because you always finish it in class, even if it was not assigned yet. You like to get homework from students, who have already had that class. It is easier to focus on that than your teacher's teaching, since you practically know all of this stuff anyways. You learned it ahead of time, being the study freak you are.
Your phone is not that amusing so you put it away. You have been trying to distract yourself because PROM is in 4 days and you do not have a date. You are waiting for the right moment to ask your BEST FRIEND, Karkat Vantas, who you have had a crush on since you were 13. However, you are running low on time and you just really do not want to screw this up. Karkat has not actually justified his sexuality, but you are hoping he accepts your request to the dance and does not let you crash and burst into flames with his denounce.
You almost drop your phone when someone grips your shoulder, but before you have time to react fully, you're spun around to see a familiar face. It's Karkat. Fuck. A bonus to all of this is that he looks beyond serious and for once, he is intimidating. You are actually scared. "We need to talk." He says and oh shit, now you are sweating. Karkat grabs your hand, fucking grabs your hand, and starts dragging you.
Your brain does not want to work because wow, your hand is touching his, and you are blushing. Karkat is either going to lay some serious shit down, or he is going to ask you to prom. Those are the only two options, the only two. You're hoping and praying that he is asking you to prom, or at least asking you out because you cannot live with the disappointment if he is going to talk about something else. You snap back into reality, finding yourself in the Library. Karkat is still dragging you, but this time a lot less forceful.
"Okay," Karkat stops and you almost run into him before he turns around, "I have some serious bullshit that I need to lay down on your skinny ass because if I don't, I'm going to lose it." He runs a hand through his shaggy black hair, looking irritated. You are trying to not get your hopes up, but it is so hard not to.
"Well, lay it down KK, th'ince it I'th thoooo important." You lisp through a mouth full of braces; damn these things, always in the way. Karkat snaps his head up at you, squinting. "First of all, shut the fuck up, it is not your turn to speak. Second, it is important so wipe that sarcasm from your disgusting mouth or I swear to god." He sighs, putting his hands in his hoodie. You actually shut up, and wait for him to continue. It takes him a while, and every second he takes, your heart beats even faster.
"So you know prom is coming up?" He asks, "Well, I was thinking about asking Terezi, but I'm not sure if she likes me anymore."
Your heart shatters into millions of tiny pieces. There they are, on the floor. You watch as Karkat continuously stomps on them without even noticing he was doing it. Your face goes pale as every drop of hope pours out of your mouth, onto the floor, and down the non-existent drain. Of course. You knew this would happen. You are such an idiot. Karkat does not like you at all, at least not the way you want him to. Only as a friend.
He is staring at you, eyes searching over your face, looking for something. "Um..dude? You kinda just blanked out on me here. Captor? Earth to beanpole? Come in, come in douche bag. Is anyone there?" Karkat is poking your stomach and you feel like you are going to puke. He isn't gay. You should have known.
You shake your head and sputter out a response, "I t-think you should just go ahead and a-a'thk her." Your own words tear at your throat, burning like acid as they spew from your mouth. Everything hurts, you want to break down and cry. You won't though, not in front of him. Karkat nods, "Cool, I think I'll do that. Right now, actually. Holy shit." He punches your shoulder as he leaves, yelling, "Thanks man!" over his shoulder.
After the bell rings, you stride to your car, and plop down in the front seat. You pull down the visor, looking at yourself in the tiny mirror attached to it. Your eyes search over your face, up to your golden hair. You hair grew back, only lighter and thinner. You've dyed it blonde, but now black streaks are sprouting beside the yellow strands. You look back at your eyes, only you cannot see them. Even after you pull off your tinted glasses that hide your heterochromia, all you see are tears. You're sobbing, making your chest hurt even more. You're in the school parking lot, probably where everyone can see you, sobbing like someone close had died.