The soft clicking of the keyboard in the classroom was beginning to bother John. The noise was bothersome and irritated him to no end that he was ready to slam his hand on the desk to tell the teacher to be quiet. He was trying to concentrate!

He pressed the end of the blue pen to his cheek as he looked over the exam in front of him. He had already completed the exam in less than ten minutes despite how thick it was. It was over anatomy. He knew everything. He knew how and where every muscle and bone were connected, and how to disembowel someone and put them back together. It was simple.

His blue eyes searched the room for an important piece of his plan. When they landed on the boy with red hair wearing angry brows, Karkat Vantas, John smiled to himself. Perfect. Karkat was step one.

John soon scanned the room for Dave, who was sitting behind Karkat. Karkat was a bit too close for his liking. The raven quickly stood up, put the paper on the desk, and asked if he could use the bathroom. Once given permission, he exited the classroom with his journal in hand.

Dave looked down at the exam before him with a dumbfounded expression. If he had just studied... He looked at the diagram that pointed to the center of the forehead, between the eyebrows. What was that? he thought to himself. He had four choices: A. Glabella, B. Philtrum, C. Supratip, or, D. Rhinion.

The blond rubbed at the back of his head and circled A. He remembered when the teacher was talking about the Glabella, so that had to be the answer.

He turned the exam in, and, upon returning, Karkat turned around, having finished his, to slide him a paper. He quietly, and cautiously, opened it to read: WE SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME EVEN THOUGH YOUR PRESENSE CAN BE ANNOYING. MAYBE WE COULD WATCH A ROM-COM TOGETHER. LET ME KNOW.

Dave didn't really want to hang out with Karkat. He used to have a crush on the redheaded kid, but ever since he started hanging out with John, his wet dreams and thoughts all consisted of the bucktoothed nerd boy.

He immediately wrote on the paper and sent it back up. It read: i would but ill be busy with basketball, photography club, and studying for damn once. maybe another time.

Soon, the bell rang before Dave could see Karkat's reaction. The strawberry freckled cool kid made his way down the hallway with his messenger bag strapped across his chest. He really should study for anatomy if he wants to become a paleontologist one day. He rolled his eyes behind his shades at himself for being a dumbass when he bumped into John, knocking that journal out of his hands.

Dave immediately got down and went to grab it, but John slapped his hand away. "Sorry, but don't touch that," John said breathlessly. "It's mine and I don't want anyone but me touching it."

Dave raised a brow. "Okay. Um, I was thinking since it's Friday, we should hang out after my basketball game is done. Would that be okay?" he asked while he watched John stand up right.

John adjusted his blue hoodie with dark blue squiggles on the front. "Sure. Just text me, okay? Just in case if I fall asleep," he answered.

Dave wanted to ask if John could come to the game, but the answer was always the same. That he was far too busy with homework, and helping his dad out at the bakery. Oh, well.

"Dad's going to be helping some kind of fundraiser, and we're making chili," John answered with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Huh, well, if you have enough, can you save me a bowl?"

"Oh, of course, Davey," John purred with a darkness flooding his blue eyes. "Anything for a wonderful friend of mine."

Dave grinned at him. "Thanks. I'll see you later."

John ran down the hallway towards Karkat's locker with a worried look on his face. "Karkat! Karkat! I need help!" John cried out to the red haired boy.

Karkat looked at John with an irritated, tired look on his face. His dark eyes searched John's behind his frames. "What is it, Egbert?" he asked with a scratchy voice.

"These football players took my stuff from me and I can't find my phone in the bathroom! They told me it was somewhere in the bathroom near the Science wing! I tried asking Dave, but I couldn't find him anywhere!" John whimpered pathetically as he rubbed a fake tear away from his troubled blue eyes.

Karkat groaned heavily releasing a sharp breath. "Fine. I'll help you, but you owe me. I'm not sticking my damn, fucking hand in the damn water if it's in the toilet! Come on, Egbert," he grumbled.

The two hurriedly made their way to the empty bathroom, being that school had just ended. John led Karkat over to the last stall and said, "I think it's in there. I'll search the first stall, so you search this one. We'll meet in the middle."

"Fine," Karkat said, complying.

Karkat looked behind the toilet in each stall until he got to the middle, but John was not there. What the fuck? The boy turned around right as the light's flickered off. In fact, the lights in the hall went out, which meant all the power in the school was out!

"Egbert?" came a pathetic sound from Karkat's lips.

A small giggle was heard behind Karkat's left ear, which caused Karkat to turn around right away. "Who's there!? John!" he shouted.

Surprisingly, no teacher could hear this. How strange.

Karkat reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight app. What he saw the moment the light flickered awake was not what he was expecting.

John Egbert stood in front of Karkat, holding a knife with a grin on his darkened expression. "Hey, Karkat," John purred. "You like chili, don't you? It can be about as hot as your damn temper, huh?"

"Put that damn knife down!" Karkat demanded with a shaky voice.

"You aren't that scary when you're scared yourself," John giggled excitedly.

"Fuck you," Karkat said barely above a whisper.

"You'd like it if Dave would. I found that note you gave him. You threw it away in the science room, and I found it. You're in the way, so I'm going to get rid of you," the raven stated with a lick to his lips.

Karkat began to back up, but he was stopped abruptly by the stall behind him. He let out a shocked noise, dropping his phone when John jumped at him, knife above his head. The knife slid right through Karkat's stomach with ease, and came out just as easy.

"That was a test, so here's the real stab," John eagerly said as he started to stab Karkat like a madman. The knife would go in and out so fast that even John had no clue how many times he had stabbed Karkat!

Once Karkat was laying on the ground, not a breath escaping that mouth or even a fuck you, John kicked the ginger. "Damn. You were boring. You didn't even fight back. Too easy. Now to get you out of the school without anyone noticing me."

John quickly slid Karkat's body into two large trash bags, cleaned the floor with bleach, and changed into fresh, clean clothes. Walking down the hallway with Karkat's body was nerve-racking and damn heavy, yet no teacher asked what was in it. Then again, he had turned the entire power off at the school. He grinned darkly to himself.

Step one, complete.