A/N : bad title, ik . Sorry xP

Anyway I got the idea for this fic a few nights ago. It's going to be long and updated weekly(most likely). And i'd love to hear suggestions or reviews on it. I just ended my other DaveKat fic, so check that out if you want.

anyway, here's chapter one.

First marking period.

Day 1 : new town, new school, new idiots.

Holy fuck is this place huge. You half wish you were a freshman, just so you could get a fucking tour of this place.
But, unfortunately for you, you've skipped a grade due to your high intelligence and are entering this school a sophomore. It wouldn't have been bad if it had been your old school; or at least your old town. But it's not; it's a whole new area and you're just stumbling over yourself to find your fucking locker.

Second floor. You've gotta be up there.

You hide your face by looking toward the ground, trying to act like you're invisible. It works like a charm, as it always has, and you maneuver your way through this sea of teenagers. Not like you aren't used to it; you lived in the city with your father over the summer. Crowds are where you feel most at home. As long a you're walking alone. You like to be alone.

While you scramble up the stairs without coordination to what you assume to be the sophomore hall, you notice you're one of the shortest people here. Even most of the girls are taller than you.

Fucking great.

Just get to you locker and get to your first class. The sooner you can get home and sleep, the better.
257...259...261...163...164..267..
Ah, here it is. 269.
69.

Fucking. Great.

You manage to figure out the bizarre lock in mere seconds, slamming your bag into the locker carelessly.
With a sigh, you grab a pencil and your schedule.
First on the list : calculus.

Awesome.

The room your looking for is across the hall from your locker, so you decide to just head in and wait the next ten minutes for class to start.
The fact that no one has talked to you, or asked if you were the new kid, really isn't all that distressing to you. Like it's been stated, you like being alone. But you have to wonder if you're going to go all year without friends.

"Are you Karkat Vantas?" someone asks, breaking your train of thought as they speak your name. You have absentmindedly already chosen a seat in the back of the fairly large room, your shoes gone.
You have a habit of discarding your shoes at inappropriate times.

"what? Uh, yeah." you respond, tilting your head up to find the voice. It's a tall, slender woman with long dark hair. She's got blue rimmed glasses and a very welcoming smile. Must be the teacher.

"oh! We're so excited to have such a smart young man studying at our school! Well, at least I am. I'm sure all the other teachers are, too, though! Oh, I've heard so much about you! So smart for being so young!" the praise continues until others file into the room in pairs and groups.

The bell rings. Finally. No more talking.

The woman walks to the front of the room, taking out a marker and writing Ms. Serket on the board.

"Hello, everyone; and welcome to calculus. I'm very excited to have such a big class this year; filled with great minds."
Oh god. She's one of those teachers who never shuts up.

You tune out as she continues talking about how much shes going to teach you all this year, but are suddenly brought back to reality with a tap on your shoulder.

You look over, seeing a lanky Asian kid with 3D glasses on. His hair is a mop of dark brown and black, and he's leaning over toward you.

"you Vantath?" he asks, a slight lisp showing in his voice.

You nod, examining him further. You guess your choice of a black sweater and grey jeans during the end of summer was kind of stupid, but at least you weren't wearing miss-matched shoes like this dumbfuck.

"cool, cool; heard a lot about ya. Child prodigy, huh? Badath." he leans back into his chair, making sure Ms. Serket is still droning on. "talked to anyone here yet?"

"nah, I just figured I'd come suffer in silence for the eight hours I have to endure." you say, taking you pencil and doodling on your desk.

He gives out a small snicker,"right on, right on. You seem pretty cool. Wanna hang later?"

You stare at him for a second. "what's your name?"

"Thollux Captor"

"...like, uh; not to be a total ass but is it Sollux or Thollux?"

"...the firtht one." he laughs at this before getting yelled at by Ms. Serket for talking.

"Captor, may I remind you of our problems last year? If you just wait a few minutes, then you can run your mouth as long as you want to."

"thorry." Sollux sighs, taking out a book and slouching down into his seat. For the rest of the forty five minutes you were to spend in there, Ms. Serket just went over guidelines and rules.

Bell.

Thank god. You've never wanted to sleep in math so badly before.

You're the first one up; mostly because you literally have no fucking idea where you left your shoes, and also because you have no one to wait on.

"Vantath!," sollux calls after you in the hall "my table at lunch!"

You had planned on finding a lonely corner of the hall to spend lunch in. You've never been one for eating in public, seeing as you've had an eating disorder for some time now. But you figure that being the lonely emo kid again wasn't worth it, and you could make yourself suffer through a lunch with some smart Asian kids.

- History -

Your teacher is a plump old man whose fairly taller than you are. He has a lot of posters in his room, and by the looks of it he's one of those teachers that always makes things interesting. He reminds you of your uncle, who happens to be a college professor. You've seen him in class, and you know how lenient he is. This guy takes lenient to a whole new meaning though.

Kids are sitting on the floor in a circle; all the desks being pushed away. You're not sure how you feel about this, or about sitting in the middle of this clusterfuck of kids, so you choose to climb into a desk near the wall.

"That's my seat." a small voice turns your attention from what you're doing.

There's a tall girl with wire brimmed glasses standing in front of you. Her hair is long, black, and reaching her mid-back. And extremely unruly.

"How can this be your seat?" you ask, lifting an eyebrow. It seemed no one in this class knew what seats were.

"It just is, let me sit." she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

"No, find a different seat."

"Holy shit, just give me the fucking seat." she's getting rather hysterical now. What's her deal? It's just a seat.

"Fine, fine." you say, figuring that having everyone's eyes on you wasn't worth this. As you get up from the seat and move into the back, she occupies the empty space and glares at you for the better part of the hour.

- Gym -

Your gym teacher scares you. None of your teachers have ever scared you before, but he does. Not just does he scare you, but he really pisses you off. Looks like you'll be failing gym this year.

You always hated gym anyway; but there was no way you were even going to go to this class after today.

"Alright, I'm just going to tell you right now that I don't care if you don't want to be here. You're going to do what I tell you to, play the game I tell you to and the way I tell you to, and you're going to work as hard as I tell you to work." He walks around the gym, looking at all of you. "Special treatment won't happen here."

When he says this, he looks right at you and you just cant help but glare at him. What an ass.

"Alright, since it's the first day, I'm just going to get out some equipment and you guys can mess around for a while. Get to know each other."

You stay seated in the bleachers as the rest of the kids get up and grab basketballs and whatever else they could find. You sit alone, preparing to take out a sketch pad and doodle some of your new classmates.

"I don't want to butt into whatever you're doing but he's going to tear you apart if you don't get up and do something."

You look up. It's that tall black kid that was sitting next to you moments ago; his muscles were so unbelievably large that you were immediately intimidated.

"Why?"

"He's just like that. It's just how things go in this class." He says, holding a basketball under his arm.

You roll your eyes, putting away your supplies and climbing down to the court.

He tosses you the ball and you catch it, dribbling a few times before shooting.

swish.

You make the basket, as you always do, and go to retrieve the ball. He looks at you in awe, wondering how you could have done that.

"I've been playing since I was five." You say, passing him the ball.

"You better try out for the team this year."

"I'll think about it." You won't.

"The name is Equius, by the way." He says, holding out his hand for you to shake. It's sweaty, just like the rest of him, but you politely shake hands with him.

"Karkat."

You guess that you could pal around with this guy during gym; make it look like you're doing something.

Not that you would be, because you don't even know why you're bothering to come to school.

"What class do you have next?" Equius asks as your hands part.

"Art." You say, taking out your schedule. He checks it over and nods.

"I have Music Appreciation with you last hour. I guess I'll see you there."

- Art -

Finally.

You've been so excited to get to this class; this school is known for it's great art program.

You find a seat in the middle of the giant room. There are multiple sculptures and paintings all around; one giant plain canvas on the side of the room.

The teacher is already messing around with some paints, and you wait as the rest of the creative minds file in.

"Hi." A small girl sits in the chair next to you at the table. She has short brown hair and large eyes; cat ears sewn to her hoodie and a very sweet smile.

"Hello." You respond.

"What's your name? Are you new?"

"Karkat. And yes, I am." Wow someone other than Sollux actually know that you're new.

"I love your name! I love cats a lot, I really do" She giggles, showing you a few cat sketches that she has. "I'm going to call you karkitty."

You just look at her for a moment. She's odd, but nice. "What's your name?"

"Nepeta." She smiles again and the teacher tells everyone to calm down.

"Alright, alright. So here's basically what's going to happen this year; You're all going to be doing paintings, drawings, sculptures. But, you're only going to be doing that with one thing. And it's up to you what you want to paint or draw or sculpt for the entire year. Your job is to find something that is important to you, and show the world why it is important through your work."

You like this teacher. She's very creative. But nothing is important to you, so you have no idea what you're going to be making art with.

Nepeta is going to be doing cats.

- Lunch -

You stand in the large courtyard, holding a coffee. Thank god you can get it down the street, or you'd be dead.

"Hey!" sollux's already familiar voice calls out over the roar of conversation. No one seems to be distracted.

You find him in a matter of moments, plopping down next to him on a picnic table.

"guyth thith ith Karkat. That kid I wath telling you about."

You look at your new company. Not what you expected at all.
Across from you sits a muscular black kid; much taller than you and sporting dread locks. You'd met earlier that morning. Equius.
He nods at you, and you nod back.

"I'm Aradia. It's so great to meet you! What classes do you have?" A girl with a fuller figure leans over the table, reaching her hand toward your schedule. You give it to her, knowing she was the type to go all out for everything and would probably insist on you joining some weird club during your free period.

As Aradia looks over your schedule, you turn your attention to the petite girl sitting next to her. She's wearing green lipstick, and you have to wonder if you stumbled into that weird group of people.

"Kanaya." she says with a smile and you smile back.

"Is this everyone or are there more of you?" you ask out of nowhere, wondering how many names you're going to have to remember.

"Eleven in total. Twelve counting you." sollux says, pulling out a PSP and getting engrossed in a game.

"whoa, eleven? Holy shit. Where is everyone then?"

"They should be here soon." Kanaya states, looking over the crowd. "In fact here a few of them come now."

You look in the direction she's fixed on. A tall, lanky kid with face paint on is trudging over, his hand intertwined with a smaller kids hand. The small one has a Mohawk, and darker skin than the other.

"That's Gamzee and Tavros." Kanaya says.
Behind them walks a girl with red glasses, a cane in her hand and a smirk on her face.

"That's terezi; she's blind, but watch out for her. Shes probably going to be all over you the first few days."

Blind?

Behind the blind girl walks a very punk rocker looking girl. Half of her head is shaved, and the side that still has hair is dyed blue. Her jeans are ripped, and her Band tee is practically falling off her body.

"That's Vriska; steer clear." Aradia warns, and you don't think that'll be a problem.

"whose the emo kid?" Vriska laughs as she gets to the table. You glare at her and she just laughs.

"Karkat." you say, turning away.

A figure slides in next to you; the smell of weed and Cream Soda Faygo filling your senses.

"Sup bro? New here, huh? That's chill, I can dig it. We should definitely hang."

"Gamzee please don't scare away the new kid." Terezi cackles, her hand resting on your shoulder. "Mind if I, uh.."
She trails off but you assume she's wanting to get a feel for your features.

"Uh, sure." You turn to her, and she leans down closer. Her hands ghost lazily over your face.

"My, my, my, you sure are a cutey aren't you?" She laughs again, standing upright again. You know she's blind but you could practically feel her eyes looking over you.

"Sup, sol?" A tall kid with a black and blue scarf strolls over to the table. He's got glasses, and a weird purple streak in his hair.

Yup. You stumbled into that group.

"Thut up Eridan, I'm busy." Sollux says, swatting Eridan away.

"Harsh." He says. He's got an accent, and by the looks of his attire, money. A girl is standing behind him, her fingers dancing over her phone screen.

"Feferi, Eridan, this is Karkat." Aradia speaks up, introducing you. You wave to them and Feferi glances up from her phone as she says hello.

Nepeta runs over, giving Equius a hug and saying hello to you.

"Are you going to be sitting here with us everyday now?" She asks.

You shrug, looking over at Tavros. He hasn't said anything to you, but he's smiling at the conversations being had. He's probably the quiet kid in the group.

For the rest of the forty five minutes you are allotted for lunch, they drone on about things you don't care about, and people you don't know. Having people to hangout with is draining.

- Biology -

Biology 2, to be exact. You're one of the youngest kids in here, but you don't really care all that much. Biology is easy for you; everything is easy for you. But that's irrelevant.

Your teacher looks a little like a frog and the kids make jokes about whether they're going to dissect him this year. You think you'll call him Mr. Amphibian.

The tables are seated two per table; implying you'll be having lab partners. Awesome.

You look around; there's only one seat open and it's next to a very geeky looking kid.

You roll your eyes and saunter over to him, sitting and saying nothing.

"Hi! I'm John; what's your name?" He asks. He resembles that girl from History; the one how hates you already.

"Karkat." You say, studying him. He's taller than you, but still short. He's wearing a weird kind of ghost buster shirt, and khaki shorts.

The bell rings. Class is starting.

"I hope you like who you're sitting by, because that will be your partner for the rest of the year." Mr. Amphibian says, writing a few things on the bored.

This is going to be a long year.

- Music Appreciation -

You skipped English to find your hiding place.

There's a small gap in the wall near the cafeteria; you decided to go through and see what was on the other side. There was a small room; it seems to just be there without a purpose. It's perfect for you. You'll bring a few blankets and books from home tomorrow and make it look decent.

You're in Music Appreciation now. Nepeta and Equius are sitting together in the back, holding hands. They're together? Huh.

Gamzee is sitting in the corner, rapping with Tavros. You know that they're together, it was made obvious at lunch.

Kanaya is sitting in the back and you wave to her, then walk over.

"Hey." You greet her, and she smiles at you.

"How was your first day?" She asks.

"Well, it's been alright, I guess. Not too many people are intolerable."

She laughs a little, and her eyes leave you and fix on a blonde. She's walking over, and sits next to Kanaya. Fuck. Now where are you going to sit?

"Sup Maryam?" A deep voice asks from behind you. You turn, looking up at the tall figure. He resembles the blonde girl who had just taken the seat you wanted, and he too had the yellow-white hair.

"Hello Strider. Dave, Rose, this is Karkat. He's new to the area." kanaya says politely, introducing you to her friends. Dave doesn't say hello; he doesn't even look at you.

Although, it's actually pretty hard to tell whether he's looking at you or not, because he's wearing mirror shades.

Are people even allowed to wear those in school?

"Hello, Karkat." Rose says, and you turn back to face the girls.

You nod your response, finding a seat near Gamzee as the bell rings. Dave throws his bag on the floor next to you, then sits in the seat next to your own.

Still, he says nothing. But you're finding it hard to to take your eyes off of him.

"Hello, and welcome to Music Appreciation," The teacher says with a smile. "This is your last class of the day, and probably going to be one of your best."

You think you disagree with that; you're surrounded by a stoner who won't stop calling you 'best friend' , a quiet kid who won't even talk to anyone but Gamzee, and a prick who won't even fucking look at you.

You're starting to wish you hadn't even talked to Sollux this morning. You wish it would have been like last year; suffering alone in silence.

- Home -

You walk in, throwing your backpack onto the table. Kankri isn't home, and wouldn't be for a while.

You trudge into the kitchen, opening the fridge and staring down it's contents.

"Too fat to eat this." You say to yourself, making sure your mind realizes that you can't do this. Not if you want to keep being skinny.

The fridge slams shut, and your kitten scampers into the kitchen.

"Hi." You say to her as you walk past, and she follows; climbing the stairs behind you as your retreat to your safety.

Nap time.

Finally, you just get to sit in the darkness and hate yourself in peace.

You're not looking forward to the rest of this school year, or life in general for that matter. But you're going to endure it because you have nothing better to do. That, and because you have to.