ON THE WAY HOME [Sollux]

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

It was the loud ringing of the dismissal bell that woke Karkat from his half-dazed stupor. The red-eyed teen blinked a couple of times to focus his blurry vision as the teacher flicked back on the lights, the syllabus projected on the overhead suddenly becoming too bright to read. Shit, Karkat had missed it.

"Well, that's all for today," the instructor concluded her lecture, slowly making her way back to the computer as she talked, "Make sure to come to class with all your supplies ready to go. Starting tomorrow, we're getting straight to work; technology waits for no one." She quickly turned off the projector before smiling up at the class, "You are dismissed."

Instantly, the room was filled with the rustling of papers and bags and the beep of computers turning off as students got ready to leave. Those who had been already packed in preparation for the last class of the day, shot out of their seat and swiftly made their way out the door. Karkat, on the other hand, found himself trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. When was the last time Karkat had slept? Fuck, he couldn't remember--but it had to have been at least a few days for him to feel this shitty.

Mentally gathering his bearings, Karkat closed the empty Word document that he originally opened to take notes. So much for that, he thought to himself bitterly, turning to the back of the chair to get his pack. He'd have to ask Sollux what happened in class; he always seemed to know what was going on.

Speaking of which. Karkat grabbed his worn down bag and then slipped out of his seat. He quickly put his arms through the straps and then scanned around the room for his aforementioned friend. Unfortunately, Karkat had arrived to class late and ended up having to sit on the opposite side of the room from Sollux. Basically, Karkat was going to be on his own if he didn't understand something in class. Knowing him, confusion will happen often, especially if he ended up spacing out like that again.

Shaking away the scattered thoughts cluttering his head, Karkat looked around the room one more time before finally catching sight of Sollux's messy, black hair. Karkat huffed a bit, shifting his pack to rest more comfortably on his shoulder, and then weaved around the rows of computers. In no time Karkat stepped next to his best friend's seat, giving the one-eyed teen a heated glare.

"Hey, fuckface," Karkat started, crossing his arms over his chest, "Where the hell have you been?"

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.