Morning Runs (Dave x Karkat)

Chapter 3: Fuck.

Your name is Karkat Vantas and you just fucked the fucking fuck up.

You forgot to do part of your group project during the weekend. For some reason you found it hard to concentrate after that run when David the human nodded at you. Ever since then, you've been thinking.

Too bad you won't be able to think in this class. Sollux smacked the back of your head, making you yelp and rub it. "I thought I could trutht you with thith part! all you had to do wath color!" He angrily shouted at you.

You glared at him but didn't say anything. You knew you screwed up, so what's the point about arguing against it. He sighed, his temper slowly fading away. "...thorry..." he apologized. "jutht at leatht try to color it today, alright?" he said.

He was never the kind of guy who would stay with that anger emanating from him. It wouldn't do either of us any good. You nod, still rubbing the back of your head.

You paid attention to the teacher for the remainder of the class, but your concentration broke when you saw David the human come into class late, drenched in sweat. 'God what the fuck happened to him?' you think to yourself as he made his way to your table.

You start to get nervous. What the fuck? Why are you getting nervous? He sits down and gives you and Sollux his nod then turns to pay attention to the teacher.

After that you completely lost all concentration, your eyes wandering towards the sweaty blonde. He was always wearing those shades and you've always wondered why. But that doesn't matter, you guess.

Your train of thought was broken when the teacher called your name. Fuck. She knew you weren't paying attention. "Mr. Vantas. Would you like to solve this problem for us?" she asked.

You just stared at the board at the numbers and letters and what the fuck is that?! You looked back at the teacher and shook your head. "I...I don't know how to solve that" You say as the class starts to snicker.

You frown and sink back into your chair, covering your face with your hoodie as a blush of embarrassment crept overt your face. You look over at Dave, who wasn't laughing. In fact, he was just smiling at you.

This is the first time you've seen him smile and there's only two weeks left of school. So you can't help but blush even more. "Fuck." is all you can say before the teacher picks someone else who can actually do the work.

You couldn't wait till school was over. Maybe you'd finally get some piece and quiet...