Sorry I Did It Chapter Three
AN: Hey! Okay so I'm sitting at home and get a p.m. from someone replying to one I sent and remembered I'm writing a story. Thought it was time I shared the next part. Sorry my updates are slow. I'm having a lot of problems with getting them posted.
Karkat noticed John acting funny as they walked to fith period, his freshly sharpened pencil laying broken in half on some kid with a cold's snot rag in the bottom of an almost empty wast basket. He wanted to ask what was on his mind, but he didn't want to listen to it, nor did he want to give John the impression that he actually cared for the black haired nerd, God forbid he got it in his mind he liked him or anything. But it was unsettling. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask though, John spoke up.
"I may have enjoyed it a little bit. The kiss."
Karkat smirked as he pulled out his phone and opened his picture gallery. With a smirk he showed John the most resent picture, causing him to go a bright red. "You seem to of liked it more then 'a little bit', as you claim."
"Karkat! Erase that now!"
"Aw, but you seem so happy."
"KARKAT!"
"Yes?"
John took a small breath. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare. Let's see what you come up with."
"I dare you to pretend to be Mr. Drugs friend for two- no three- months. And remember: it's a dare, you have to do it."
"Listen Ass Wipe, I am Karkat Ventas. And Karkat Ventas never- hear me, never turns down a dare. And how many times must I tell you his name's Makara not Mr. Drugs?"
"That's unimportant. Tomorrow you better make haste with the friendship."
"Fuck you. Or would you prefer Dave did that?"
Dave raised an eyebrow as the two walked past him. "Excuse me?"
The boys looked straight ahead, stiff as a board. "NOTHING! GODDA GO TO CLASS!" they shouted and took off running to there classes.
-4:00 p.m. that same day.-
Karkat sat at his computer, a few tears in his eyes as he read the wicked words of hate on his Facebook. He only had it to help his older brother on games, but the people at school had turned it into an opportunity to torment him. What's worse? His older brother felt the need to stick up for him, which only gave them more reason to bully him. Thankfully Pesterchum was much more friendly.
Deciding to check for any online friends he logged out and into the message website, where he found three people, ectoBiologist, turntechGodhead, and someone he never met in person- twinArmageddons . He picked the last one, preferring the company of a complete stranger who hacked his computer by accident then his 'ironic' and evil friends.
carcinoGeneticist[CG] began trolling twinArmageddons[TA] at 4:10 p.m.
CG: HEY FUCK ASS.
TA: Hii.
CG: HACK ANYTHING TODAY?
TA: No. Tryiing two fiigure out 2omethiing.
CG: WHAT?
TA: There are three 2coop2 of iice cream...
CG: AND YOU CAN'T DECIDE
CG: WEATHER TO LEAVE TWO OR EAT TWO?
TA: Exactly.
CG: YOU'RE FUCKING RETARDED.
TA: No. We broke up la2t month.
TA: II have two go. 2ee ya later CG.
CG: WHY?
TA: II'm bored.
CG: FUCK YOU ASS FUCK!
TA: II don't know iif you notiiced,
TA: but we are communiicatiing over a computer, makiing phy2iical contact
TA: iimpo22iible.
CG: YOU'RE A PATHETIC ASS HOLE.
TA: Aw 2o niice. Plea2e fiill iin the 2arca2m for me.
- Seven hours and twenty minutes later-
CG: dhdhdnabdhcsb
TA: CG?
TA:CG, you there?
TA: Diid you fall a2leep agaiin?
TA: You totally diid fall a2leep agaiin diidn't you.
TA: II can't beliive thii2.
TA: You realiize you do thii2 every niight riight?
TA: Good niight.
twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 11:56 p.m.
The little beeping of the computer made to alert a person to a trolling from Pesterchum did nothing to stir the albino Cancer from the dreamless sleep that had overcome his tired body as he slept, his arms crossed as a pillow on the keyboard.
-Time Skip- Morning-
John waited on the corner for Karkat as he walked from his house. "Sleep well?"
"I was talking to twinArmageddons again."
"Your anonymous online friend?"
"Do I ever talk about any other 'twinArmageddons'?"
"Well, no. But-."
"There we go."
"What's he like?"
"An annoying ass shit."
"Then why speak to him?"
"You and Dave gave me some experience to build up a tolerance for those kind of people."
"Bitch."
"Fuck shit."
"Ass hole."
"Ass hat."
"Pussy."
"Fuck ass."
"Cut it out you two." Dave growled as they entered the school yard. "There are little kids running around. This place has more little kids then my great grandparents had cattle and chicken. And they get the same amount of running around. Oh and goats and lamb to. They loved the goats and lambs."
"Blabber butt." Karkat's mouth formed what anybody but John and Dave would call a smirk, but they saw it for what it was. A smile hidden by the conceded grin.
"Fuck you."
"Children present, Dave. Wouldn't want their first sex experience to have *YOU* in it. Might stop them from going out to find a potential love in fear they all look like you."
"Fuck that shit. I'm fucking awesome. I'm cool in every sense of the word. I'm so cool that glaciers seem like a desert in comparison. I'm so cool Russians refuse to come near me because I'm too cool. I'm-."
"All right already! Geez, Dave, do you have diarrhea of the oral department or what? You're fucking shit is giving me a fucking headache."
Dave gave an awkward lopsided smile at being caught in a rant again. He was about to say something when-.
"Don't forget the dare Karkat." John warned as the bell rang.
- Fourth Period-
Karkat sat in class between John and Dave, watching the boy who sat as far from him as possible. He was trying to find a good way to talk to him, a way to hang out with him, without it seeming forced or awkward. So far he had nothing.
He'd been in the same classes as this boy since he (the boy) had moved from somewhere in East Germany three years ago, but he never had talked to him much. The longest conversation he remembered happening all year was him asking to borrow his pencil sharpener. Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward if they had talked more. Or if he hadn't insulted him when asking to borrow his sharpener. But he insults everyone so thay was inevitable. Besides, calling someone an idiot wasn't too bad. Right? Right.
He slightly wished his brother was there to call the deal off. He didn't know why, but he just had a feeling. A dark feeling deep into his heart that something bad was going to happen.
He was pulled out of his thinking as a peice of chalk bounced off his forehead. He let out a small mewing 'ow' and rubbed the spot with a pout.
"Perhaps now you would care to join the class Mr. Ventas?"
"Sorry Sir." He blushed as he heard giggles bubble around the room.
The teacher cleared his throat. "As I was saying, you are all going to get in groups of two -of your choice- and write a play. It can be any kind of play. You will get with one or two other groups to perform a skit when it's done."
Karkat glanced around the room, taking in the students who weren't happy about the project, taking in the students trying to see if their friend would be their partner. Taking in Dave explaining to John it jad to be school appropriate. Taking in the teacher's slightly annoyed expression. Taking in Gamzee with his head on his desk, pillowed by his arm.
'Figures he'd sleep through the explanation. I'm going to look like an idiot.'
,
"Get in your groups."
Normally Karkat would of tried to pair up with Dave or John, but this time he paid them no heed as he made a bee line for the lanky teen sleeping on his desk.
'No, he's awake.' Karkat thought as he got closer. 'He's too tense and his breathing slightly too fast to be asleep. He's just relaxed.'
He stood beside him a little too the left, unsure what to say, until he moved to stand.
"Uh."
The boy turned to him. "Hey mother fucker. Need my sharpener again?" He was moving to reach into his backpack, but Karkat shook his head.
"No. I, uh, wanted to see if you would work with me on the project." Karkat became nervous when the other just watched him, no emotions showing. "Uh but I can see if you don't want to. I mean I guess it's not a big deal or anything. Just thought it would be a nice change and-."
"Sure mother fucker. I'll work with you."
Karkat smiled. "That's great!"
Gamzee laughed and put his head back down and closed his eyes, this time falling into a light sleep.
Karkat wondered if the only reason he agreed to work with him was so he didn't have to get up.
A.N.: Sorry for such the long wait. I forgot I was writing this story. Now a word to the reviewrs.
Monkey Man: I'm sorry you weren't in the reviews last chapter. Had I waited an hour to post it I would of had your review reply down. But on the bright side, I got more up fast.
Bottles Of Faygo: Same as above. I hope you still have a need to read ;o)
Curious Kit 88: Lazy bitch. Thanks for the review. And for staying with me. I love to see familiar names in reviews, especially anonymous ones.
Makara Gamzee: Not soon at all. :o( HoNk
Guest: I'm sorry you feel that way, but I had plans for dave/john. I hope you read it anyway.
To anyone I didn't reply to: I'm sorry. I have memory issues.