Chapter 22:
Third person POV:
Rooming with two other people was bad enough for him, but Karkat Vantas could not stand the two idiots who were currently bathing in apple juice and having rap offs in the only bathroom. Though he was fuming with anger, he held off on killing the two for the moment. There was a week before school actually started, and all that was going on was truth or dare and lounging around the pool, bored.
Many hours pass by when Karkat would rather be whipped senseless in a dog crate. At least the pain distracts him from the time passing by. "WHY AM I EVEN HERE?" He groans bashing his head against the desk. Wasn't it to find the god teir recruits? If so, why was he sitting here, wallowing in his own boredom and wishing to be back in the place that he despised the most? It was a puzzling matter for him, really.
"Yeah, why are you here Karkat?" Says a certain, hated, cheerful voice. John seemed to be done bathing in apple juice. Karkat growled "NOTHING YOU SHOULD CARE ABOUT F***FACE!"
John looked surprised at the outburst. It shouldn't have been a difficult to answer question, he went to this school for his master prankster skills, and Dave for his sick beats and fighting skills. These strange talents were common and even required to be in the school. Asking the strange, grumpy teen his reason to be here was not strange, mundane even.
Karkat glares at John weirdly, that caused a shiver to crawl up his spine in fear. Frowning John changes the subject "well I guess that I'll take the single room..." He says it hesitantly and Dave gives him a thumbs up and replies complacently "sure rooming with kitkat'll be fun. Maybe we can have bunk beds." John could've swore that Karkat had burst a vein just then "HELL NO! HELL F***ING NO! I AM NEVER GOING TO ROOM WITH THIS POMPUS DOUCHE! YOU-" he turns to John "ALREADY COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED THE BATHROOM INTO... I DONT EVEN F***ING KNOW ANYMORE!" He lowers his voice enough to still sound angrier than a mother bear when her cubs were threatened, but calm enough to show that he had control of the situation. " So I am not rooming with STRIDER of all people- especially NOT IN BUNK BEDS LIKE TEN YEAR OLD GIRLS AT SLEEPOVERS WHO TALK AND SWOON OVER GUYS THAT THE OTHER THINKS HAS "cooties" OR WHATEVER!" Dave makes a gesture that seems to say "dangnabit".
"How about this, if John eats Betty Crocker cake right now or at dinner tonight, in front of us, you room with me- on bunk beds, naturally." Dave proposes. John gasps, and Karkat gives a puzzled expression "WHY WOULD EGBERT EATING BETTY CROCKER CAKE MAKE ME WANT TO SHARE BUNK BEDS WITH THE APPLE JUICE ADDICTED, SHADE WEARING DOUCHE?!" But as soon as he sees John curled up into a ball in the corner, shaking like he was just condemned to death and tears streaming down his face, Karkat Vantas smirks "a cupcake for every day that I room with strider. That is the payment." Dave does a victory dance and John screams bloody murder. This was most likely going to be a very interesting year.
AN: A little filler to show you that I'm too lazy to write actual plot... Hehe jk I just wanted to cheer myself up from something sad that recently went down in my life. Hope u likey
-FP