Calm & Calamity | A DaveKat, DirkJake, and RoseMary fanfic

Chapter 5: Wait. Dinner? With that DoucheMuffin?; Karkat

School was over, so I walked to Kankri's classroom after science, my last class of the day.

UGH. WHY DO WE HAVE TO HAVE SCIENCE? IT'S SO STUPID. I thought as I walked through the empty halls. Outside of Kankri's classroom a person decked out in all red leaned against the wall.

GREAT. DOUCHEYSHADES MCASSHOLE. I growled quietly when I noticed him. He noticed me, and tried to make small talk.

"Hey KitKat. Whatcha doin'?" Gog I hate that nickname. But why does my stomach have a giant swarm of butterflies?

"FUCK YOU! Why're you even here?" I shouted at Dave, at the same time flipping him off.

"Well, since Kankri's your brother, I assumed you'd come here after school."

"He's Mr. Vantas to you, dumbass." I retorted. "And why would the ever popular Mr. Strider waste his *OH SO PRECIOUS TIME* for  someone like me?" 

"Well, first of all, Kankri said I could call him by his first name; second of all, I was gonna see if you wanted to chill at my place. Maybe play some video games." 

"Why? It's a waste of both my time and yours. Even if I wanted to, I'd have to ask Kankri, and even then Kankri would say no." I kept getting more and more angry at Dave the more he talked.

"Then why did Kankri say that you could come over when I asked? I'll always be one step ahead of ya, Karks." He told me, smirking. Oh, I hate that Strider smirk. I hate his strideburns, I hate every aspect of him. Then what is this that I feel, every time he's in the vicinity? 

"FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE." I groaned, not bothering to keep my voice away from it's normal level. "JUST GIVE ME A SECOND."

As I walked into Kankri's classroom, I immediately started shouting at him. 

"KANKRI WHAT THE FUCK!!??!?! WHY WOULD YOU SAY YES TO ME GOING OVER TO HIS FUCKING HOUSE!?! HE'S A HUGE ASSFACE!! 
"I HATE HIM!! WHY, WHY, WHY?!!?" I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. I don't care whether Dave hears me. What does it matter?

"I want y9u t9 have friends, Karkat. You're such a l9nly 69y; I am 9nly l99king 9ut for y9u. I will also inf9rm y9u that I have invited Mr. Strider t9 eat dinner with us t9m9rr9w evening. Please, 6e civil ar9und him. I'd hate f9r y9u t9 l9se him." Kankri switched to his preaching voice, taught to him by our father. Gog, I hate his preaching voice. 

"DINNER? YOU GOTTA BE *KIDDING* ME!!" I groaned even louder than before, "THIS GUY IS...IS..." I turned around, only to find Dave standing right behind me. 

"HOLY SHIT!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU FUCKING BEEN STANDING THERE!!?!?" I jumped a fucking mile when I saw him. Douchemuffin here is like a fucking ninja!

"I've been standing here the entire time. Did you not see me walk in with you, Karkles?" That smirk. I want to punch it off of his fucking face. 

"*FINE*. WHATEVER I'LL GO OVER TO YOU'RE HOUSE. BUT *ONLY* TO PLAY SOME GAMES, AND THEN I'M LEAVING. GOT IT?" I sighed my loudest sigh. 

"Great! I am glad y9u've decided t9 g9! I will see y9u later Karkat!" There he goes, all fanboying again.