Catgirl And The Freak

The Girl

Your name is Karkat Vantas. You are currently 14 years old. You live in a suburban area of Toronto and you are currently in your first year at Prospit High School. You have 2 friends, a shy boy named Tavros and a ridiculous stoner named Gamzee. They may not seem like much, but they have done more for you in your life than anyone else. You don't know where you would be if it weren't for them. Probably in a hole somewhere. You are about 5 foot 5, 200 pounds, an albino and an outcast. You're just having the fucking time of your life right now.

Your brother, Kankri, is everything you are not. He is in his last year at Prospit, 5 foot 9, fit, intelligent and a straight-A student. He's in a successful relationship with a girl named Porrim, whereas you don't even have a friend who IS a girl. He takes every opportunity to shove it in your face, completely oblivious to the hurt it causes you.

You despise him.

Your father is 6 feet, tanned from all his years of traveling, and a professer at a local university. He tends to side with your brother during arguments, just adding to your feeling of alienation. As if your looks didn't make you alienated enough already. You are, as was already mentioned, fat as fuck, and it doesn't seem to be changing anytime soon. Your skin is almost paper white and pasty, with slightly darker freckles plastered around the middle of your face. Your hair is a stark white colour and you have freakish red eyes. You don't wear much, In a fashion sense. You normally go by the days in a black turtleneck and grey jeans, black hoodie, or black leather jacket with a tee for one of your favourite bands. Normally some thrash metal band or something.

Tavros is about an inch taller than you, still quite chubby but also incredibly strong in his upper body. His parents are mexican immigrants. He has that tanned, dark skin and chestnut brown hair that he shaved in a sort of shaggy mohawk. His incredible upper body strength comes from the many years of his childhood that he was stuck in a wheelchair. Some childhood accident, he told you. He got prosthetic legs after Grade 8 so he could walk again for High School.

Gamzee is a strange one, to say the least. Roughly 6 foot 7, 120 pounds, medical marijuana user, works in a bakery, and is some nationality you've never heard of. You don't even know WHAT he is. He's like a mutt of 5 different cultures. He and his brother were placed in foster care after their father was arrested for multiple drug crimes. Apparently, they found out that he was part of a mexican drug cartel that was exporting cocaine across America. The boys never found out how long he was sentenced for, much less would they actually want to see him again. Their mother died 2 years before the arrest, presumably murdered by their father because she was threatening to tell authorities. Quite sad actually.

Prospit High School is... Well, a nice place in the worst sense of the word. When fuckers of all ages aren't gawking at your worthless form or treating you like the shit you are, it's a nice place. Your art teacher, Ms. Paint is nice. Mr. Slick, the guidance counselor, is pretty cool. The drama teacher, Mr. Hussie, is a total bro, and that's pretty much all you can think of at the moment. Most of the others teachers are incredibly strict and old. There are a few who ACT nice, but you always catch fleeting glances of them looking at you like a freak. What else can you really expect?

You stumbled into your art class like every other morning, groggily. You didn't get much sleep again last night. You suffer from mild insomnia. Your brain just starts fueling you with horrible visions and nightmares and eventually you just give up and stay awake. It's not very fun, but you can make it through the day, at least. You plop down in your normal spot, and everyone immediately (as normal) vacates that area, leaving the seat right next to you empty, as well as the whole 1 desk radius of you. You moan quietly in frustration and collapse your head into your arms.

"Class, may I please have your attention?" Ms. Paint said eagerly from the front of the room.
"Today we have a new student starting this class. She's new to this school, so please don't get too rough with her and try to help out. What's your name, honey?" She asked politely to her.

"Nepeta..." She said meekly.
"Well i'm Ms. Paint, and it's a pleasure to have you. Take a seat."

She starts scanning the room for open seats and...

Oh shit.

She's looking at you.
She staring right into your fucking soul.

Well not really. She isn't Samara Morgan or anything. She slightly cocks her head to her side and gives you, or rather all the desks around you with a questioning look. She starts walking towards you. RIGHT towards you. She walks up to the desk right beside you and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't mind if I sit next to you, right?"

Wow. She's talking to you. This adorable girl is TALKING to you. She's the cutest thing you've ever seen. She has short, wavy red-orange hair that curtains her face. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles dotting the middle of her face. She is an inch and a half shorter than you, and about the same weight. How is she not self-conscious unlike you? How does she do it? She is wearing a dark green unzipped hoodie with what appears to be a Radiohead shirt underneath it. She has these dark blue jeans that look VERY tight on her and blue converse. Everything is very form-fitting on her and it makes her look adorable. If only you could learn how to be like that.

"Oh, I don't mind." You reply with the sweetest smile you can come up with, although it looks incredibly awkward. She just smiles broadly.
"Ok!" She says cheerily as she plops herself down in the seat next to you. You just look at her. She is just so fucking cute to you. Like yourself, she is incredibly overweight. Unlike yourself, she actually looks attractive like that.

" What's your name?" Nepeta asks you, making you jump out of your state.
"Karkat Vantas." You sputter.
"Nice name." She replies with a sweet smile. Your heart just melts. She complimented you. No girl that you can remember has ever done that. You blush furiously and focus back on the paper on your desk.

"Alright, kids. Today, we are drawing our fellow classmates! You will draw the person beside you and then share the drawings with them after 20 minutes. Your time starts now!" Ms. Paint exclaims from the front of the class. You look over at Nepeta. This is your chance to impress her. You take a hard, long look at her and absorb every aspect of her. She's so beautiful. You turn back to the paper and slowly start sketching her. You have to make this PERFECT.

"Time is up, everyone! Share your drawings with your neighbor!" Ms. Paint exclaims, startling you and some others. Nepeta glances at you and hands you her drawing. You take it and look deeply into it.

WOW.

She made you look... beautiful.

"Do you like it?" She asks with a worried expression.
"It's incredible." You reply.
She grins at you, sheepishly.
"Show me yours." She says.
You reluctantly slide over your paper, which she picks up hastily.

She just stares.

And stares...

And stares...

Fuck.