You were running, your feet stomping on the ground and your breath heavier than usual. You had your schoolbooks under one arm and the book you were reading under the other. You run past classrooms, other people in the hallway, and teachers. You’re pretty sure they stopped following you, but you refuse to look back and check. You’re tripped suddenly, and you fall down the staircase you almost forgot about. You lie there for a minute, hoping all the pain will go away and your elbow will stop bleeding. You take a band aid out of your pocket and place it on the spot that’s bleeding the heaviest.
“Hey, you forgot your books, loser!” a voice shouts from upstairs, and your textbooks tumble down the stairs, followed by the one you had brought from home. You stood up, brushed yourself off, and struggled up the stairs to pick up your books. You’re bullied constantly, almost once a week. You’re used to it, and you know when to start running and what to say or do. You know you should tell someone, you’ve told your parents already, but you haven’t told any of your teachers. Besides, none of those kids are in any of your classes anyways, so you don’t really see the point. If you tell, that’ll only make things worse for you. You walk up the stairs, gripping the railing so you don’t lose your balance, and you scurry off to your next class. You walk to hear “…will be in this science class with us” and you sit into your seat and bury your arms in your face. Great, that’s just what you need; another kid to start bullying you.
At lunch, you sit in the usual table in the corner of the room. You start to eat your lunch when the principal comes over to your table. “hey, (Name)? Can I ask you a favor?” he asks, and you put the sandwich down and looked at him. “Sure, what?” you say, and he sits down in the seat across from yours. “You’ve heard about the new student, right?” He asks, and you start to pack your lunch away, suddenly not hungry anymore. “Well it turns out he moved earlier than we expected, and he needs someone to show him around. Think you can?” You think for a minute, whether it would be worth it or not, and you decide, why the heck not. “Sure.” you say, and the principal turns around to face someone hiding, as if waiting for a cue. “okay Karkat, you can come out now” he says, and a kid comes over and sits next to the principal.
If you noticed anything different about this “Karkat”, was that he didn’t look human. His skin was a light gray color and he had black hair. He had horns that looked like candy corn, and his eyes were a yellow-ish color. The principal had walked away, and you were still busy trying to figure out who he was. “Stop staring at me”, he snaps and you look away immediately and dig your face into your hands. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks, and you bury your face even deeper. “im sowery Im joust nout used to seeging peple like you” you say with a muffled voice. “Say that again?” he asks, and you take your face out of your arm, and you realized that you had somehow started crying. “I said, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to seeing people like you. no offense though” You wipe your face with your sleeve and you rest your head on the lunch table. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks. “Nah don’t worry about it. I should probably start showing you around anyways” you say, ignoring his question. You stand up and throw your half-eaten lunch away, and wait for him to follow.
“Why won’t you just tell my why you’re acting so weird?” he asked, his anger turning into concern. You sigh. “look, I’m just not good at talking to people. I get bullied a lot, okay?” you say it all at once, hard for even yourself to hear. “Bullied?” he asks. “You?” he asks. You’re not sure if he was trying to insult you or not, so you shook your head. “nevermind” you say, and you keep walking, showing him the classes quickly because you know this is about the time those kids would pop out of their classes a few minutes early just to intimidate you. “HEY, THERE SHE IS!” one of them shouts, and you curse under your breath. “hide me” you say, and you use Karkat as a shield, waiting for them to pass. “HEY!.” You hear Karkat yell to them, and they skid to a stop. “karkat please don’t do this” you whisper in a half-frightened voice. “I know what I’m doing, (Name)” he whispers to you before turning to them. “YOU CAN’T MAKE FUN OF HER FOR WHO SHE IS, SHE CAN’T REALLY HELP THAT” he yells louder, drawing a crowd of wandering students. “oh, is this your boyfriend, (Name)? he’s cute, I’ll give you that, but look how weak and scrawny he is” the strongest of them says, and knocks Karkat over, causing him to smack his head on the hard floor.
This was too far. Karkat got up and jumped on the one that pushed him over. You tried to run in and help, but he smacked you in the face so hard you fell back and decided not to do anything about it. Your face was bleeding badly, but you ran out of band aids. You ignore the bleeding and watch Karkat, as everyone in the crowd was shouting “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” over and over again. Karkat was still sitting on the taller one’s shoulder, pulling on his hair and scratching at his face. He kicked him in the back, which made the kid drop Karkat off his shoulders, squealing like a little kid and tears starting to pour down his face. Karkat landed swiftly on his feet, brushing off his clothes and wiping the blood off his forehead with a napkin he took from the lunchroom. “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER AGAIN OR I WILL DO IT AGAIN” he says, and the rest of them nod silently and run off. You feel like you’re about to pass out, and you move your hand away from your face, revealing more blood than you thought. Karkat hands you the napkin, and you hold it over your face. You wrap one arm around Karkat for balance, and you two wobble towards the nurse’s office.
“What happened to you two?” was the first thing she said when you walked in the room. You hesitate for a second or two, and you remove the tissue from your face. “Someone was hurting me, and Karkat jumped in to help.” You say, and the nurse takes the napkin from you and dabs your face with some sort of medicine, and then does the same for Karkat. “It was nice of you, but next time you should tell someone next time this happens instead of getting yourself involved” she says, and you say “yes ma’am” at the exact same time. You can’t help but laugh, and then you’re directed out of the nurse’s office. “So I guess we should finish the tour?” you ask shyly, and you try to go ahead, but he stops. “Can I just ask you something, before we do?” he asks, closing the door to the nurse’s office and walking beside you. “Why are you so shy? I get the whole bullying thing, but I’m concerned for you, (Name)” a slight blush appears on your face. “Concerned? About me? why?” he turns to face you. “look at yourself” he says, and you look down at the T-shirt and jeans you were wearing. “You’re really beautiful, I don’t want you to be pushed around like that. Toughen up for me, won’t you?” he asks, and you smile. “Okay, fine.” You say. “That’s better,” he says. “Shall we go?” he asks, and this time it’s your turn to stop.
“Now wait just a minute, I have a question for you, too.” You say, and he blushes, as if he already sees it coming. “Why was I picked as your tour buddy? Why not one of the more popular kids?” you ask, and he turns to you. “Because I didn’t think they were beautiful when I had first seen them, now did I?” he asks, and kisses you. You smile, and kiss him back on the forehead.
This was going to be a fun school year.