Nepeta's POV
I sat in a seat at the back table, all the other tables had been filled with other people, not like anyone would want to sit next tome anyway, they would either shoo me off or move to a different table, Karkitty entered the class late and had no choice but to sit at my table.
I shuffled in my seat nervously, my tail going ballistic behind me. He made me so nervous with his long wavy hair and focused eyes. I started to purr.
"Could you not, fuckass?" He asked, tapping his pencil on the table impatiently.
"S-s-sorry Karkitty I-"
"Don't call me that!"
"O-oh." That was pretty much the only words we spoke to each other that lesson, it didn't go as smoothly as I hoped it would...
As everyone made their way out of the art class, I couldn't hold back the tears welling in my eyes,no matter how much love or nice words I say to Karkitty, he never gives them back. He just takes them and acts like their nothing. It just breaks my heart how I can't have him.
I walked out if the class with tears rolling down my face. "What happened fuckass?!" Karkat said, putting his bag on his back. "N-n-nothing!" I said as I stormed off towards the next class leaving him confused.
