CrabApple High

Chapter !: Welcome Back to School

{Wanrning: This Chapter contains violence}

==> Be The Frozen Person Walking To School

I hate winter. I hate the cold. I fucking hate the snow. I just fucking hate everything about this shitty season. Why did it have to snow last night? And why did school not have a delay or something today? Seriously, there's like six inches of snow, and don't even get me started on how much ice there is. My ass still hurts from slipping on it three fucking times already. God, for once I want to be in school right now.

I continued to trudge through the fucking frozen water of death all the way to the hell hole I call school. And I hated every. Last. Second. Of it. Why is snow even a thing? Just why? It only looks pretty from inside because once you have to go outside you fucking freeze your ass off and slip on ice every five fucking seconds.

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~LE TIMESKIP TO SCHOOL CUZ I LAZY AND WALKING TO SCHOOL IS BORING~

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After all that walking I ended up being twenty minutes late to school. My reward for being late, an hour detention. Just fucking wonderful. Whatever, it's not like I feel like going home either. I'll just have to sit through another one of my brothers pointless ramblings. Oh, no I'm sorry, lectures. God I hate when he goes on and on about how its not good to be late almost every day to school. Like I care. I don't want to be here anyways.

 "Hey there, shorty." Fuck. Not again.

 "What the hell do you want assholes?" Wrong thing to say Karkat. As soon as I said that I was basically thrown into the lockers. Damn, that hurts more than slipping on ice.

 "You shouldn't talk to us like that, little one." Us? Oh. There's like four of them, guess I didn't notice the other three bastards before.

 "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your stupid little feelings? I couldn't care less how you fe-" Next I got a fist straight in the jaw. That hurt. I went to reach a hand to my now bloodied lip, but before I could, my arm was twisted behind me and I was slammed face first into a locker. Well, they're being more violent than ever. Eh, like it matters.

 "You better shut the fuck up, you little worthless piece of shit."

 "Never you jackass. And you can't make me." I was jerked back and then punched again. I don't remember where I was hit, all I know is it made me fall to the ground.

And then it happened. Something that these asinine twats never did before. Usually they would just leave, but not this time.

They just kept hitting me. Random punches and kicks came from all over. My head, back, chest, everything. I was like their personal fucking pinata. Heh. Guess I really pissed them off this time. Oh well. I just let them beat me. It hurt like hell though. But that's not what hurt the most.

Loser. I know. Asshole. I. Know. Worthless. I KNOW.

And they kept saying this over and over and over. They didn't stop. It hurts because I know its true. Every last word they said. I don't need to be reminded, it just makes me more depressed.

Don't cry Karkat. Don't give them that satisfaction. Be emotionless. Don't let them know.

This continued for another minute or so before they got bored and finally left me alone. It hurt to move. I sighed and sat up as best as I could, leaning back against the lockers. I looked up at the security camera on the ceiling. I know they know what happened. The best thing about CrabApple High is the administrators don't give a fuck about the safety and well being of their students. I growled at it and flipped off the camera. Everyone in this damn school is a jackass.

"Karkat?" The fuck? Who said that?

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==> Be the Insufferable Prick

What the hell is going on over there? Looks like someone's getting bashed really bad. Should I stop it? Yeah I should. Oh, never mind, they left the little guy already. Who is that? A freshman or something? Ha. They just flipped off the camera.

Wait. That's not a freshman.

I ran, half jogged, over to the boy.

"Karkat?" Damn he looked like hell hit him in the face with a rabid raccoon.

"What do you want asswipe?" Classic Karkat. Gotta love him for that.

"Dude, you alright? You just got your ass handed to you on a platinum platter. Fuck the silver platter."

"No shit. I think I know that. But yeah, I'm fine. For the most part..." I sighed. I can't leave him here like this. And god forbid I take him to the damn nurse.

"Want me to help you get cleaned up, KitKat?" He gave me one of his classic death stares, then sighed.

"Yeah. Why the fuck not." I smiled and helped him up. And after a few minutes of cursing and getting hit, I finally was able to walk him to the nearest bathroom in the most painless way for him.

Once in the bathroom, I helped him up on the sink counter and started wiping away the blood from his face.

 "You don't have to do this. I clean myself."

 "I know. But I want too."

 "Why?" I shrugged and continued cleaning his face.

"Because I can."

"That's not a real answe- Ow. What the fuck dude, that hurt!"

"Sorry, you have a pretty big bruise there." I finished up cleaning the blood off his face. "There you go shorty. All cleaned up. Can we try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, please?"

"Yeah, whatever. And don't call me shorty." I smiled and put my hands up in surrender.

"Fine, I won't. Let's get you to class, ok?" He nodded and hopped off the counter. I smiled and turned around, heading out the door. That is until Karkat grabbed a hold of my sleeve, making me turn back around.

"Dave, please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't. I promise."

After that, I just walked him to his class before heading off to my own.

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Welp, this is the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed it. And sorry for having sadstuck already in the first chapter! (but not really XD)

~V

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