CrabApple High

Chapter !*: Date Me

==>Be The Dorky One

Alright. Now that I have everything settled with Karkat, I want to do something special for him.

Like, take him on a proper date kind of special.

But what is there to do in the middle of January?

Movie? No.

Ice skating? Nah. I'd fall on my face.

Just a plain dinner date? Shit no. I wanna do something different.

Wait. I know what to do. Now all I have to do is find the right time to ask him.

Is that him coming through the school doors right now?

Oh shit. I'm not ready for this.

Abort the mission. Abort I say!

Run he's coming this way.

"Dave. What the fuck. GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!" And I'm being beckoned by my wonderful boyfriend.

"Oh hello there Kitkat, didn't see you there. How are you today?"

"Like hell you didn't see me; and I'm doing fine thanks for asking."

"Oh, Karkat, can you come to the cooking classroom during lunch?"

"What? No. I'm not going to the cooking room. The teacher doesn't even like me"

"Come on, please? And don't worry, the teacher loves me."

"You're not going to stop asking until I say yes are you? Fine, whatever. But you're buying me a cherry coke for this."

"That's fine with me. And this is your stop, have fun in calculus Karks."

"Oh yeah...so much fun. Now you go to English like a good little boy Strider."

==>Be The Shorty

What was up with him this morning?

Purposely running away from me. Then asking me to meet him in the cooking room.

Dave better have a good reason for this. We just got our shit together, he better not be starting crap already. I can't deal with any more of that shit. God he's such an inconsiderate ass sometimes. Ugh I don't want to deal with this. Well what whatever I'll figure out what he's up too during lunch I guess, right now, I gotta get through my first few classes.

~ time skip to lunch because I'm feeling lazy~

Alright off to the cooking room.

Why did I even agree to this? Right, because if I said no Dave would have pestered me until I said yes.

Damn him.

I sighed and walking into the room, and it oddly smelled like something was cooking. Thats odd, the classes have my picked anything to cook yet this week. So who cooking?

"Dave?"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Kitkat. I'm making grilled cheese. Fancy right?" He's a fucking dork.

"Totally fancy. What is this, a private lunch date or something?"

"Something like that." He motioned for me to come over and I obeyed, finding him stirring a pot filled with what looked like tomato soup. Guess we're having that with our grilled cheese.

He lifted the spoon, blew on the soup that filled it, and held it out to me. "Try it." I rolled my eyes but I opened my mouth and let him feed me the soup. Holy shit this is good.