Chapter Six

                                    

                                          
> Karkat: Die of embarassment. 
                          
   After having third and fourth period, it's finally time for lunch. I run down the steps and through the lunch line. I'll probably sit with Dirk today, because there's nobody else I could really be with. Dave is my ex, Terezi hates me (and I hate her,) Jade and Eridan have a different lunch period, and there's no way in hell I'm sitting with the Serkets or Zahhaks... 
                          
   As I'm walking near his table, I feel a sudden push from behind me. My body tenses up, and I fall to the floor, food getting all over my shirt. Someone walks over to help me up... it's Dirk. He's walking me to the bathrooms... 
                          
   People laugh and squeal at me as I walk in. I know everyone hates me, but it wasn't even that funny. I try to think of who pushed me down. Maybe Terezi or Vriska... nah, Vriska wouldn't... what about uh... Damara? 
                          
   It smells like B.O. Nasty. There's food all over my face too, I just realized that. Dirk's washing it all off with clean toilet paper and soap and water from the sink. As if I couldn't do that myself. 
                          
   "Stay here." Dirk walks away, leaving me in a bathroom with a really gross, wet shirt on. It's in my hair too... My chest and face hurt from falling down.
                          
   A few seconds later, he comes in with a shirt. He takes my sweater off. "WHAT THE FUCK, DIRK." 
                          
   He wipes my chest off. "Wait, why don't you have nipples...?" 
                          
   I look down at my chest, my eyes going wide. He knows that I'm a mutant now. Fighting back tears, I look away and hope he forgets about it. He puts the shirt on me, it's white and it-
                          
   It has an orange hat in the center. 
                          
   I look down, blushing hard, but also still wanting to cry. Dirk starts getting the food out of my hair. I don't understand why he's doing this. A few tears slip from my eyes.  Mutant. I started feeling fifteen different emotions at that point. 
                          
   "Hey, are you okay?" Dirk asks, once he finishes cleaning me up. I sniffle lightly. "Don't cry, Karkat..." he mumbles, hugging me gently. I start crying, hugging him back, my face buried into his shirt. I'm crying into my ex boyfriend's brothers shirt again. Womderful, fantastic, spectacular, dazzling, GREAT!!!
                          
   I calm down and we go back into the cafeteria, I'm still one-hundred percent embarassed. Thankfully, nothing got on my pants. The lunch ladies already cleaned up my mess... everyone points and laughs at me. Dirk pulls me closer by the waist, and I lean into him, walking back to his table. I've decided that I'm either pale or flushed for Dirk.. 
                          
   I sit down next to him, he's talking to Roxy and Jane. I listen in. 
                          
   "Poor Karkat..." Jane says softly and sweetly. "Ooo, duss Diorky got a crush??? A troooll crush," Roxy teases. Dirk just stares at her. I look up at him. "Roxy, shut up!" Jane says, crossing her arms. "Karkat's already been embarrassed and flustered enough." 
                          
   "Fiiine. But I've gotta admit, y'allllz would make a gud couple." 
                          
   Dirk and I just stare at her. 
                          
   A few seconds later, I speak up. "SO, DID YOU GUYS HAPPEN TO SEE WHO PUSHED ME, OR..." 
                          
   "It was that atrocious Terezi Pyrope!" Jane chimes in. "Fuckin' knew it..." I whisper under my breath. Dirk looks at me... "Want me to put some sense into her?" he offers. 
                          
   I think about it. If Dirk is suspended... it would be the worst day of my life... 
                          
   "DON'T HURT HER... DON'T GET SUSPENDED..." I advise, "BUT SURE." He nods. "Should I do it right now or between classes? Or after school?" I look at Roxy, who's currently sneaking more alcohol. "DEPENDS ON HOW MUCH ATTENTION YOU WANT." Dirk nods again, patting me on the back. "You must be hungry." 
                          
   I shake my head. "I'M FINE, DIRK." 
                          
   "I ca-"
                          
   Before he can finish his sentence, the bell rings.
                          
((Will update by 10/13/17.))