A/N: Yooo okay so this is my first fic on this account whoop

Feel free to PM me if you have questions or comments regarding me or this story. I will take POLITE notes and critique. So yeah that's about it I'll write the thing now. Here we go. Also all the teachers are the guardians not the kids themselves okay.

Chapter One

Eleven. That was the eleventh time Nepeta glanced at the clock today. It's not that she didn't like being in class, in fact she loves school. This year is different though, because he was there. He shares all her classes, even sits next to her in three of them, in front of her in two, and behind her in one. While in the last class, he sits on the other side of the room. They've never spoken and he barely knows she exists; she would too, only they both play on the lacrosse team. The team is coed, but no one ever formally said that. Technically, they're supposed to be split up by gender, but no one really pays any attention to that rule I guess cos everyone plays together all the time.

Twelve. That time it was an accident. Only 10 more minutes though. She glances at him; he looks like he might fall asleep. The heavy dark circles and bags under his eyes make him look like an insomniac. Nepeta giggles a little at the thought of him staying up at night and angrily biting his pillow and throwing things because he can't get to sleep. His cute, small nose and his pale lips make his bright red eyes stand out even more than usual. He gets hassled so much about them that he just stopped caring altogether.

Thirteen. Five more minutes. She looks down at his notes and smiles a little, because he hasn't written a thing. Only his name, Karkat, and the date, October 3rd. She quietly and carefully pulls the paper out from underneath his arm and begins to write the answers from her notes onto his. She does this regularly so that he won't fail. He doesn't know it's her, he just wakes up and all his notes are written in neat and curly handwriting. He doesn't like to question it or make a scene; he just hopes that whoever does it keeps on doing it.

By the time the bell rings Nepeta has finished both the papers and has sneakily put it back under his arm again. Always being the last to leave, she lets others walk past her while she packs her things. Finding a way to make her binder fit back into her backpack, Eridan, a friend of Karkat's, knocks Nep down wwhile running carelessly. He doesn't look back to say sorry or to help her up, he just continues running. He's also on the lacrosse team. The impact makes her head hurt, but otherwise only her hands hit the ground.

She smiles up at her teacher. "Sorry Mrs. Lalonde. I'm alright, just a little shocked." Mrs. Lalonde has always been pretty understanding, although they've never talked before, although her daughter says that she's very passive aggressive when it comes to arguments. She smiles and nods then offers her hand to help Nepeta up.

After school Nepeta gathers her things and heads home. Lacrosse practice is three days a week, but never on Tuesdays. She decides today that she'll rollerblade, because Karkat usually walks. They live only two blocks apart and usually somehow wind up next to each other whilst going home, even if they don't say a word.

Today is just full of stalling though. Her locker won't open. Her blades just aren't tight enough. She leaves after all the busses have left, and the only ones left in the school are some teachers and some kids staying for afterschool tutoring. She sighs and takes the back door that almost everyone forgets about.

Almost everyone.

She swings open the door and there stands Eridan Ampora and Vriska Serket. Two very dangerous, very scary kids. Everyone's sure they've killed. Vriska even made someone paraplegic. Nepeta gulps and tries to walks away, when a hand grabs her arm.

"Hey you, cat girl, where do you think you're going?" Vriska says tightening her grip on Nep's arm.

"S-Sorry… I didn't mean to disturb you guys um" she pauses "I'm just heading home. Bye."

But Vriska's grip doesn't seize. She pulls Nepeta close to her and smiles evilly, her blue lipstick stretching and her eye patch shifting just a little as her cheek pushes it up. Her blonde hair moves from on top of her back to right by her face, swinging back and forth only a couple times, and then stopping.

Eridan then creeps beside her, "What could we possibly do with her," he starts "She has the build of a child!" they both laugh and Vriska pushes Nep onto Eridan, he catches her and brings his face so close to hers that they share each other's breath.

"If you scream, we'll cut you" He says as Vriska raises a small, dull knife from her pocket.

Nepeta is not weak. But neither are these two. If she didn't have wheels strapped to her feet, she would find a way to escape and maybe even damage them. Fear shudders throughout her body but she keeps her face stern and stares into Eridan's eyes. She doesn't dare sound tough, it might give her the upper hand if she seems weak then surprises them, but she doesn't want to seem like she's totally helpless. She keeps her mouth shut and nods. What could they possibly do to her anyways?

Eridan drops Nepeta on the concrete floor. She lands with a thud and her back and hands hurt. Vriska grabs Nep's jaw violently and forces it open as Eridan seems to be reaching for the front of his pants. Tears start to form in her eyes and panic sets in, she thrashes her head but Vriska slaps her so hard is leaves a welt.

"ERIDAN!" a familiar voice is heard from inside the building, but Eridan doesn't seem to notice until the door swings open and Karkat steps out. "Oh fuck me, dude. Are you FUCKING serious. This shit is beyond fucked up man. You have some serious problems." Karkat comes closer to Nepeta and pushes Vriska off her. She hops over the fence and sprints in the other direction.

Nepeta keeps her head down and balances on her skates until she can stand while leaning on Karkat. She looks up at Eridan and punches his eye, then knees him in the groin and kicks him repeatedly as he curls up in a ball on the ground. Anger boils within her as she just keeps on kicking and kicking him. Tears start to fall from anger, fear, and hurt. She doesn't feel bad about hurting him; she doesn't think of it as revenge either, in fact, she doesn't think at all. She kicks him hard in the stomach and chest and he doesn't fight back. He lays there and takes it until one last kick to the face sends him over the edge and he becomes unconscious.

Karkat says nothing as Nepeta wails, tears rolling down her face until her cheeks are soaked. He begins to walk, still holding her hand to keep her steady and spinning his thumb slowly in circles around one of her knuckles to calm her down. They say nothing the whole way, and her cries seem to slowly fade until it's just a soft whimper as they near her street.

"Um," Karkat starts, "hey. I'm really sorry that happened to you. And if you want, I could spend a few hours with you at your place."

Nepeta swallows then tries to form words but all that comes out is soft weeps, so all she does is nod. Somehow, she manages to say "Thank you." And they continue down her street to find her house.