i dont know what im doing anymore

Chapter Seven

Be Karkat
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As you walked out the locker room after your encounter with Dave you had a million and one questions running through your head.

When did he get them?
Who else saw them?
Would he judge me about it?
Why did he just sit there while I was crying?

My thoughts were cut off when I saw Sollux sitting on the bleachers with an ice pack on his head.

"What happened to you?" I said with a puzzled look on my face.

" that douche 2triider pu2hed me iintwo the wall and ii hiit my head. ii'm ok." He said glaring at the locker room door. I looked back and Strider was smiling at me?

"Whatever, let's go." I said wanting to get out of there as fast as I could.

The rest of my day went as normal as it possibly could without the occasional Strider smiling at me. Every time he did that, which was like every five minutes, I'd blush uncontrollably. It was so fucking stupid.

As the last bell rang for the day I went to the library and waited for Dave.

"Its been almost ten minutes where is that assface." I said frustrated sitting down at a table blaring music from my headphones.

"I'm right here. Sorry I took so long." He said smirking through his glasses.

"Oh my gog. What were you doing organizing the entire library alphabetically. I've been waiting for fucking ever." I replied and couldn't help the blush rising on my face.

"Whatever, let's go." He laughed and I sneered at him.

When we were at the parking lot my mouth was gaping open.

"I know right, she doesn't purr. She growls." He said striding (see what I did there :33) up to a Lamborghini aventador. Holy shit I didn't know he was rich. He could fucking afford to buy his grades. I've seen his grades, he definitely doesn't use his money at school.

"Are you gonna get in the car or are you just gonna stand there gawking at it?" He laughed while throwing his school bag in the car. I followed suit not sure if he'd be offended or not with every movement I made towards the car. When I got in the car something crunched under my feet. Oh gog he's gonna kill me. To my surprise it wasn't anything important. It was trash, there was trash everywhere in his car. Obviously he could throw his money away.

"Next destination Casa de Strider." He said gently pulling the car out of the parking lot. I was expecting him to be one of those crazy drivers and speed and act like a racecar driver.

About twenty minutes of driving we pulled up to a double complex apartment building. He lives here. What the fuck I thought he would have a fucking mansion.