Closure (Karkat X Reader)

Chapter 4

     We separate at the entrance, and I head to art class. Finally, a class I actually don't mind. The room is located at the very end of the building, secluded from most of the other classes. When I enter, i am greeted my a small women with a brown braid falling all the way down to the floor. I like her already.

"Hello, you must be y/n! I am happy to welcome you to my high school art class." I smile.

"Thank you, miss..."

"Reynolds."

​​​​​"Thank you, miss Reynolds."

"No problem! Our current project is to draw a realistic portrait of anyone you know, by memory. You could pick a friend or a teacher or a par- oh, my. I am so sorry. My tongue slipped-"

"It's okay, it's fine." I smile and lie. Tears prick at my eyes from her genuine apology, but I don't cry. I haven't cried since the day of the accident, and I am definitely not planning to now. She gives a shaky laugh and digs through a pile of paper.

"Here, paper. The charcoal is in the red bucket back there."

"Thanks," I say, walking off to grab the charcoal. I sit in an empty seat, wondering who to draw. I couldn't draw my dad... or mom, even. The teacher would probably give me an F for morbidity, or something. But there's nothing else to draw. Except... maybe I could draw Karkat, as a sort of a 'thank you for talking to me and being my first actual friend' present. I wonder if that would be weird, but shrug and start it anyways. It's not like there's anyone else to draw without getting a trip to the counselor's office. That would suck. Counselors always suck, even if they really are just trying to help.
I sketch the outline, and start to create the skeleton of his head. I continue drawing, sometimes forgetting certain details of his face. It's not like I'm supposed to know every crevice of his facial exterior, but I suppose I'll just have to pay more attention to his face without looking like a total creep. That may be a bit hard. He seems like one of those people who notices everything. But, hey, he seems a helluva lot better than all of these other assholes. I've already seen a kid shoved into his locker twice today, and it's only my first day. I sigh, getting into more detail on the drawing.
     By the end of class, I realize I've almost gotten to the shading part. I just need to do the eyes and nose, but of course you need to see someone way more than twice in order to get those features right by memory. The bell rings, and I swing my backpack over my shoulder, preparing to head to History. I am interrupted, however, by a mousy girl with squeamish glasses far too big for her face.

"Hey, um, I forgot your name, but that's a really good drawing."

"You're joking, right?" She looks up in surprise, like she assumes I'm used to compliments. As if. The only people who ever complimented me were my parents, and now I get none.

"No, I actually think it looks good! Is that the other new kid... Karkat, right?"

"Yeah." She gives a look of confusion, as if it's weird to draw someone you've only knew for a few hours wasn't normal at all. I fluster and try to cover up my stalkerish first impression. "I, uh, can't think of anyone else to draw."

"Don't you have any family...?" She questions invasively.

"I... ummm.... no." Her eyes widen, and she quickly begins to apologize. I hold a hand up. "It's okay; it's not like you knew, or anything." She nods and auickly scurries away. I head out to my next class.

***Karkat's POV***
    I have fucking had it with this fucking school. Who the hell needs math, anyways? It will not at all be applicable to practically any of our lives, despite all of the horseshit the teacher spews out about the complete necessity that comes with knowing what X equals.

     I be a good little troll, though, and keep all of my opinions to myself as I find out what X equals. Or spew out some random number.

     The bell rings, and I'm the first to leave. I have history with y/ n next, so at least it'll be a little more tolerable. Out of all the fuckasses in this school, she's probably the least annoying. Even... maybe... not annoying? Oh my fucking Gog, it's a fucking miracle that there's someone on Earth who doesn't actually annoy me shitless. Call the priest, because he has to witness this shit. As I walk, a voice pipes up behind me.

"Karkat! Hey!" Y/ n shoves her way through several sleepy teenagers until she finally catches up to me. "What's up?" She asks, out of breath.

"The sky." She laughs and looks ahead.

"Fine, then, don't tell me what's up." I sigh.

"I'm just really, really tired. And I have to go home and deal with... God forbid... Kankri." I shiver, and she gives me a knowing frown.

"Come on, Karkat. Your brother can't be that bad. In fact, I'm pretty excited to meet him!"

"Be careful what you wish for" I mumble

"Trust me, I am." I didn't think she heard me.

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