You arrived to your second period class, not very excited about showing up. First period hadn’t been the best, so you were already unhappy. You didn’t like this class too much. It was Social Studies, which you never really understood. You weren’t very good with location, or remembering the names of countries, or anything else obviously important like that.
Walking into the room, you took a seat next to Gamzee, who was your best Social Studies buddy. You never got to talk to him at any point of the day, except for Social Studies and lunch. You liked talking to him, since he understood your brother better then everyone. He was quite the helpful Capricorn.
“What’s up, motherfucker?” Gamzee said with his usually high-in-the-sky dopey smile.
You smiled back at him. “Oh hey, Gam. Did you do the homework last night?”
Gamzee pondered for a moment. “…what in the motherfuck, there was homework last night? Damn, I just motherfuckin’ forgot!” He sighed and his smile immediately into a frown. You wanted to try and cheer him up, but class started, so you were unable to speak.
As you began listening to the teacher talk, something hit you in the back of the head. You turned around to see a small wad of notebook paper laying on the floor. You picked it up, unfolding it to see a little note
I h8 you for stealing my guy
You blinked. Who’s guy did you steal? And more importantly, who had that kind of quirk? It was someone you didn’t recongnize, obviously. As confused as you were, however, you quickly tossed the paper in the nearest trashcan and went back to listening to the lesson.
Suddenly, you were hit again. You turned around to see another piece of paper, which you picked up and unfolded. This one was written in darker hand writing, almost as if someone had just ragingly scribbled the word onto the page. This one read:
I mean it
After your first few classes, you had forgotten about the note. It was probably a joke from one of the older kids in your class, like Dirk or Roxy. It wouldn’t be too surprising, knowing that they played pranks on people most of the time.
It was now lunchtime already, which surprised you. You didn’t think the day would’ve gone this fast so far. You headed to your locker so you could grab your [f/c] lunch box. When you reached your locker, however, their was a girl troll standing in front of it. She had long black hair and large horns. She wore glasses, though one of the lenses was blacked out. Her arms were crossed. She looked pretty pissed.
You cautiously walked up to her. “Excuse me, could you scootch over? Um, my lockers kind of there.”
“Yeah, I know.” The girl said in an annoyed voice. “I came here to talk to you.”
You shrugged. “Why are you talking to me? I don’t know who you are…”
“I’m Vriska, the one who pelted you with notes during second period.” She growled. “You’re trying to steal my guy, aren’t you?”
You were confused. You didn’t even know who her boyfriend was! Besides, if you did, you wouldn’t want to take this girl’s boyfriend. “I don’t even know who your boyfriend is, Vriska.” Your speech was a bit shakey. You were uncertain of what was going to happen.
“My boyfriend is Dave, of course! I’m his Strider Bitch, so you better back off!” Her eyes, you were sure, contained fire. She was definitely serious. “I’ll be watching you, [Last Name]…” With that, Vriska punched your locker and walked towards the lunchroom entrance.
You glanced back at your locker; there was a huge dent shaped like a normal fist.
Oh, how doomed you were.