The Angel's Delinquent

December 3rd & 4th.

Karl's POV:

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I sat in the library, exactly at 3, with my legs bouncing like crazy. I felt pale and sick, my palms where sweaty and my head felt clammy. To say I was absolutely terrified was an understatement.

At 3:05 I started to click my knuckles, staring at the door. My heart crashing in its chest waiting for him to walk through the door. At 3:10 I bit my nails subconsciously, eyes not leaving the entrance. And still, no one. At 3:15 I started to calm down a bit, my eyes still not leaving that stupid door.

At 3:30 I was completely calm, it was so silly. Why would someone like him, who didn't care for his grades, turn up to after school to do revision 1 on 1 with someone he didn't know?

I packed my stuff, completely relieved. I was debating on if I should wait for George after art club or just head home, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading out the door, the exact same time someone walked in. I accidently barged into him.

Before I could even apologise, I was pushed into the open door, my head hitting the hard wood roughly. I groaned slightly, rubbing my head. I look up with a new feeling, a feeling I rarely ever feel. Pure anger.

"What the honk?!-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY W-"

We both yelled at the same time, then I met eyes with him.

Those eyes.

After a moment of complete shock that took over my body, realising that not only did he show up, but he was already ticking me off within the first second of knowing him, I brushed myself off, looking the other way coldly.

"Your Karl then?" He asks, clearly judging me. Out of all honesty I really didn't care. I just nod, glaring back at him after a moment.

"Leaving already I see?" This time his voice was Lazy, uncaring. I bit my tongue harshly, fighting the urge to get mad at how much he couldn't care about his future.

I shrug, and he makes an unimpressed noise, running his really scarred up hand through his jet black hair.

"Giving up on me so soon? That's probably a record Jacobs." He taunts, and suddenly that unfamiliar rage fills my stomach and face again.

"Don't call me that. And I wasn't going to bother if you didn't show on time." I spat out, mouth opening before my mind could process it. "Have some dignity for others once in your life."

In response Sapnap smiles slightly, he looked so pleased by getting a rise out of me. I just glare judgingly back, feeling more then unimpressed.

He wasn't anything scary, he was just tough. All bite, which is as useless as all bark. I knew his type, the type to fight for the sake of it. My least favorite type of person, all they do is cause trouble no one can fix.

"Dignity is earned, not given. Especially to people who never worked a day in their life to deserve it."

"Since when did working mean causing stupid impulsive chaos?" I snap back, and a glint of something else flashed in his eyes. Something I've never seen before.

Then a women walking in, cutting the thick tension like a knife. I look angrily at the ground for a minute, collecting myself. It was so unlike me to burst out like that, so emotionally.
I took a deep breath and look up at him, who was still staring.

"Look. We've started off on a bad foot, I'm just in a tense mood. It's nice to meet you, I hope I can help you with your grades." I say, praying to God that will somehow ease my new found hatred for this man, offering a gentle smile.