Chapter 18:

Third Person POV

The cafeteria was really just a fancy restaurant, plus 1000 rambunctious teenagers. The tables were mistakenly clothed in fuchsia, velveteen tablecloths, with candy red lace at the bottoms.

(to compensate for Karkat being the other ruling force in the new universe)

After every meal, the tablecloths were ripped and could no longer be called fuchsia- more like a muddy brownish color with lumps of... slime of unknown material. The chairs were tipped over and there were utensils all over the velvet carpet. But the butler cleaned everything up in time for dinner all the same.

The group of kids run in for dinner after classes, anxious to get food. They take their seats on the round, clothed tables, chatting away about their teachers and classes, complaining about PE, or math.

Karkat and his friends took a seat at a table, chatting away.

"So, what do you think of the PE teacher, ?" John says, gulping down some soda.

Rose immediately answers "I hate him"

Kanaya smiles "Rose don't be rude, you've only had him for one day, you can't say weather or not he's a good guy based on that claim!"

Karkat scoffs, remembering how Jack Noir betrayed him

"You wouldn't know." He says glaring.

"Okay- Karkat was it? Tell me why you hate ." Kanaya says, defending her claim on keeping an open mind about people.

"Some people have... personal reasons to hate the guy." He replies being as vague as possible in his answer. Rose nods, sending a thankful look at Karkat.

Kanaya raises an eyebrow "Reasons like?" She has a glint in her eye. John and Dave nod.

"Yeah Karkat, Rose, why rant on Mr. Slick? He seemed strict, but cool." Jade asks, getting in on the conversation.

Rose sighs and sinks down into her chair and Karkat's eyebrow twitches. "It's personal!" Karkat says, trying to keep a low volume as his rage increases.

Vriska rolls her eyes "yeah, but whyyyyyyyy?"

Karkat stands up quickly, knocking a glass over, spilling his water and breaking the glass.

"I SAID IT WAS F***ING PERSONAL YOU F***ING S***HOLE!" The whole cafeteria goes silent, staring at the red eyed teen as he storms out the door.

Dave Strider is confused. He and his group of friends were asking why Karkat hated a certain teacher, but he didn't expect a rage quit from probably the most uncaring kid at the school. So when he went to the dorm room to find Karkat's door locked and crashing noises coming from the room, Dave Strider didn't know what to do.

"Yo. kitkat." He says, gently knocking on the door.

"GO AWAY F***ASS" is the reply.

"Woah kitkat! Since when were you so feisty?" Dave says, allowing the other teen to let out his feelings through the door.

"SINCE FOREVER." He says bluntly.

"No. That's not true. When I met you, you were a chill dude."

"HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT I MET YOU BEFORE YOU MET ME." He says, voice breaking a little.

"What."

"EXACTLY"

"Wait, just explain, I'll listen."

Karkat opens the door, there were dark circles under his eyes and there was tear stains on his cheeks. "COME IN, IM ONLY TELLING YOU THIS BECAUSE... I KNOW YOU WONT TELL ANYONE." Dave steps into he room, which is painted a dark grey color, and has cherry red furniture. There's a picture on his desk, of a group of friends smiling at the camera. That wasn't the shocking thing. The shocking thing was that the group of friends consisted of Dave, Jade, John, Rose, Kanaya, Vriska, Terezi and Karkat. Dave never met Karkat, Kanaya, Vriska or Terezi before coming to Skaia, and he hadn't met John or Jade in person since coming to Skaia either.

AN: OHAYO! I have updated! B/c lotsa y'all are reading this and enjoying this story so far! The first part of the story concludes next chapter, I'll then make a long question answering chapter in which I explain lots of stuff! Yay. And then afterwards I shall do backstory for like five-ten chapters, another AN chapter, in which I answer questions, and then some more chapters, and it'll be over. I have some Ideas on the next ff I'll be writing for HS, and can't wait to get started!

-FP