So, we're here with chapter six.
I would just like to say I'm sorry for my horrible pesterchum thing last time. I attempted to edit some of it and repost, but it probably wasn't much better. Lol.
I'm just not used to writing with the quirks 'n pesterchum 'n stuff, is all.
Anyways, onto the chapter!

The next day, Sollux got up and ready just as he'd done the day before. He got dressed, brushed his hair, grabbed his backpack, munched on a piece of toast, and set off for the bus stop.

Of course, Eridan was there just as he had been yesterday.

"Goodmornin' Sol," Eridan greeted him with an actual smile.

Sollux blinked, "What'th got you tho giddy today, fishdick?"

He proceeded to grin while answering him, "I am gonna ask Nep out today, and I'm pretty sure she'll say yes."

"Oh yeth, I'm thure the will, too."

Eridan scowled at him, "Don't doubt my skills, Sol! I'm sure I can get her, I'm just sure I can."

Sollux shrugged, "Meh, whatever you thay."

The bus stopped and its automatic doors squeeled open. The two boys glared at each other harshly as they quickly hopped on the bus.

x

The bus ride was mostly a bore. It was in Language Arts where things got interesting.

Mrs. Lalonde was attempting to read out of the English book with her third grade education skills and everyone was taking notes. Sollux didn't understand half of the shit coming out of her mouth, though no one else could either. It was different though. Sollux couldn't understand her not because she was drunk and tripping over her words, but because he just didn't understand L.A.

"I-In a pe- um, poem… you have figru- figurative language, which is le- like metaphors and smi- similes."

"Oh, you mean something like, 'Mrs. Lalonde is drunker than a redneck at a fucking Christmas party'?" It was Dave who said it. The whole class started laughing, even Mrs. Lalonde herself! Of course, the bell rang and everyone had to pack up.

As Sollux flipped his backpack over his shoulder, the teacher called him, "Sollux, I ned, er, need to see you for a mio- hehe, moment."

Sollux nodded and watched people scatter out of the classroom. He walked up to her desk, "What ith it, Mrth. Lolande?"

"You're gar- grades aren't t-to good, Sollux…" She muttered under her breath, "If you dn- don't get te- hehe, them up, you'll fia- I mean fail Language At- Arts."

Sollux's glasses nearly cracked from the released tension. "What?! How ith my grade pothibly that low?!"

Mrs. Lalonde shrugged, "I dano, rl- really. You just don't sm- seem to be gettin' the werk, er um, work."

"Well, what can I do to get my grade up?"

The teacher smiled, "My suggestion wa- would be to get a tor- er, tutor. I'll pick one from cal- class, if ya want."

Sollux nodded, "Thankth Mrth. Lalonde." He waved and left the classroom, rushing to his next class.

x

Sollux was around five minutes late to class. He gave Mr. Strider a pass, but he was still scolded anyways. He quickly took his seat between Terezi and Dave.

"As I was saying," Mr. Strider continued his speech, "I'll be handing back your tests from yesterday. Some of you did well, and some of you did not so good."

Mr. Strider then began to walk around the room and hand everyone's test back.

Terezi got hers first. She cackled, which made her seem happy with her grade, "Hehe, I got a 69%!"

"You know that'th not actually very well," Sollux corrected her, "That's only a D+."

She cackled yet again, "Yeah, but 69 is…" She whispered the meaning in Sollux's ear.

He blinked, "Um, ew."

Terezi grinned at his reaction and began looking through her test. She probably wanted to see if all the answers she'd totally half-assed were right or not.

Mr. Strider tossed Sollux and Dave their tests. Before Sollux could even possibly glance at Dave's grade, he quickly yanked it out of the middle and examined it through his dark sunglasses.

Sollux picked his up; he got a 92%. He smiled at his grade, feeling proud of himself. He loved being the smartest in his class, always getting A's and such.

"Tho, what'd you get?" Sollux asked, looking over at Dave.

Dave appeared to glare at him from under his sunglasses, "None of your business, lispy."

"Oh, wath it really that bad?"

Terezi butted in, "Maybe he got a 69, hehe."

Dave only looked away from the two and examined his test.

Mr. Strider began talking again, "I would appreciate it if all you dudes and dudettes would correct your tests, as always. Then I might even give you extra points."

Everyone nodded and began correcting their tests.

Sollux glanced over at Dave. He was shoving his test in his math folder and putting it in his backpack. The nerd troll was surprised. "Hey, why aren't you correcting your tetht?"

"Because I don't fucking feel like it, lispy. Why do you ask so many questions?"

Sollux rolled his eyes and worked on his test, ignoring Dave for the rest of the time. But then again, why didn't he just ignore him before?

OMJ IT'S NOT OVER 1,000 AGAIN. I'VE FAILED YOU. ;u;
I AM JUST SO SORRY, BLAH.
*crais*
But anyways, I promise promise PROMISE the next chapter will be over a thousand words or so help me gog I will punch myself in the face. ;u;
I loves you guys, though! :'3

~xTanukix