Behind the Shades [davekat]

First Day

Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck or its characters! All rights go to the magical Hussicorn.

                         Karkat's POV
   It was my first day of school today. It had been 2 weeks since I moved into the small town known as Sburb. Odd name. It didn't bother me that much though. The weird shit that goes on around here doesn't bother me anymore either. Everything seemed to be somewhat normal to me now. Although, today was anything but normal. My mom finally left my dad last night, after he told her that she was a 'stupid whore' and smashed a bottle near her head. I guess she finally had enough of all his bullshit. My dad and I both knew that she wasn't going to come back. Ever. Not even to take me into custody. This was not good for me. It meant my dad was pissed...very pissed. And all of his anger is going to be bottled up for a few days until he finally goes crazy and takes it out on me. He will beat me up. Give me bruises and cuts all over, I just know he will. I have to make sure that I'm out of the house and away from him at all times for a very, very long time. Since it's my first day at Prospit High I will ask my new friend Kanaya if I can stay over at her house for a few days. Knowing her and her family, they will be ok with it.

   I'm out of the door already and heading to school. It was best if I got out of the house as soon as possible to avoid my father. I continue walking, admiring the all-too familiar sidewalk, until I finally reach the school. I feel a wave of nerves wash over me. I'm scared. Very scared. I don't want to get bullied anymore but that goes without saying. I've always gotten bullied. No matter how many times we move I'm always getting beat up and picked on. Everyone knows I'm gay, it's pretty obvious with the way I stare at guys compared to girls, I'm completely weak and useless, and I'm of a different ethnicity, which means that I talk differently than the other kids. Sometimes I will speak in Italian when I'm going off about something. Everyone in my family knows Italian and mainly speaks that language unless they are talking to someone who only speaks English. Otherwise, all we do is speak in Italian. But that causes me to sound funny and say dumb things, which leads to more bullying. I hate school. It's the second worst place in the world.

I walk into the school getting ready for the worst to come. Immediately as I walk in I notice how everyone is in a specific group. The stoners are in one group, the nerds are in another, the "popular" people are in one, with the emo/scene/goth kids in another group. I didn't fit in any of these groups. Everyone seemed so cool and awesome, even the nerds, as they all had friends and fit in. I stood out though. This time it wasn't just my looks, but my social status as well. I was the new kid who had no friends and walked alone. Only some people looked strangely at me but, for the most part, minded their own business. I went to the office and got my schedule and locker number and combination.

   As I arrived at my locker I observed my surroundings. I noted the many different looking people around me. There weren't too many people near me though, which was nice. That means I don't have to talk to people that I don't give a single fuck about. I started putting my stuff in my locker when I noticed the locker next to me open. I turned to see who would be next to me. Oh no. Oh fuck no. Are you fucking kidding me?

   "Hey Kitkat." God damn that sexy as hell smirk. Yes guys, gals, and non-binary pals, the one and only Dave Strider was the locker right next to mine. I glared at him.

   "My name is Karkat. Not Kitkat, fucktard." I rolled my eyes, turning away from him.

   "I know. Anyways, you're obviously the new kid so why don't I give you a tour around the school? It'll be a great experience for you to witness the great Dave Strider in action, and it will help raise my reputation. Before we know it people will think of me as the Holy Grail and I'll be the God of the school. People will be practically throwing themselves at me, trying to get all of my articles of clothing. It'll be like the red carpet up in here, shit going everywhere and people putting on fake smiles to make the public happy."

   "What the actual fuck were you even trying to say? That was seriously the dumbest shit I have ever heard, Strider."

   "All I'm saying is that I should show you around."

   "Fuck no. I want nothing to do with you."

   He slithered his arm around my neck and I felt myself get scared. He took a peek in my locker. "Why do you have all those clothes and things from home in your locker?" he asked. I was a bit startled by the question.

   "That's none of your business." I hissed at him coldly. He looked at me closely. I couldn't tell if he was looking at my face or somewhere else because his shades were in the way of his eyes. He just stared at me for a couple of seconds. He looked me up and down and walked away. I ignored him and then headed down the hall to my first period. I walked in and didn't recognize anyone. A guy in the back was wearing clown face paint and looked high as fuck. I looked around and noticed the only other open seat was next to a really big, scary looking guy. He was sweating...a lot. I settled for the stoner and sat down. He turned to me and smiled the goofiest smile ever.

   "Hey motherfucker, what's your name?" his voice was very deep and drawled out his words a lot.

   "Karkat. Are you high?" I accidently asked.

   "Haha yeah I am. I made some good motherfucking pies for me and my bro, Tav. I'm going to call you Karbro. Mine name is Gamzee Makara by the way." this guy sounded so fucking stupid, but I didn't mind that much. The bell finally rang for first period to start. The teacher walked in and started giving a lecture. I zoned out because he wasn't even talking about History, the class we were in. Instead he was talking about how his kids were going to some college, or some dumb shit like that.

   My mind wandered to thinking about Strider. God damnit. I couldn't help it though, he was so aggravating and it made me infuriated to the point that I wanted to punch him and then have a sloppy make out session. Wow, um...that was an odd thought. I discarded it for now and tried my best to get my mind on something else. I still need to ask Kanaya if I can stay over at her house for a while. I kind of planned on staying over without getting permission, but I'm sure she'll understand. I grabbed out my phone and pestered her.

carcinoGeneticist [CG] started pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

CG: HEY, IS IT COOL IF I STAY OVER AT YOUR HOUSE FOR A FEW DAYS?
CG: MY MOM LEFT MY DAD LAST NIGHT AND IM AFRAID HE'S GOING TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME.
GA: Oh! Of Course. That Will Be Completely Fine.
CG: ARE YOU SURE?
CG: WILL YOUR FAMILY BE COOL WITH IT?
GA: Yes, My Family Will Be Fine With It. I Will Meet You At Your Locker At The End Of School, Ok?
CG: OK.
CG: WAIT. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY LOCKER IS?
GA: Dave Was Telling Jade About His Encounter With You. I Happened To Over Hear And Asked Him Where Your Locker Was.
GA: I Have To Get Back To Class. I Will Talk To You Later. Goodbye!
CG: OK, SEE YA.

carcinoGeneticist [CG] seized from pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

   I had no idea who Jade was but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough. I knew for a fact that I was thoroughly pissed at Strider. Why the ever loving fuck would he think it was a good idea to go around telling random ass people about our encounters?! Is he that much of a dipshit that he doesn't know privacy?? At least I had a place to stay now. It beats being on the streets...again. I exited the class as the bell rang and headed to next period. This is going to be a long day.