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Sollux walks into the large library suddenly feeling quite at ease. He knew this place like the back of his hand, thanks to many hours of coming here to study. His hetero-chromatic eyes wandered until they landed on John who was twiddling his thumbs, looking very bored.
Everyone knew who John was. John Egbert the best damn baseball player this poor high school had ever seen. Sollux thought he was overrated. He knew for a fact that John was the brattiest person alive. It showed from the way he walked or when he looked down on those different than him.
John looked up from his thumbs to find Sollux Captor staring down at him. John scowled at the skinny boy. Sollux's cheeks burned as he walked to the table behind John's and sat down.
Not long after Karkat walks in with all his wrestling glory. He takes a seat next to John who stares at him a moment before shrugging. That's right, all the popular people have to stick together.
A noise at the front desk captures Sollux's attention. Dave Strider walks by, touching everything his hands can reach and also swipes a few pens. He eases up to to the table Sollux is sitting at, not even noticing him. When he does he points off to the distance. Sollux reluctantly stands and walks over to the the other side of the library and sits down. Dave props his feet, which are adorned with mitch matched shoes, on the table.
A minute before the deadline minute to arrive hits a girl in a long trench coat and a blue hat rushes by and sits in the back table in far corner, behind Sollux. John and Karkat turn to each other and snicker. Sollux turns to her, a slight frown on his face. The girl just sits there, her head bowed.
He turns back to see a man walk into the library, a large stack of paper in his heavily ringed fingers. He scowls at the group of teenagers. His name tag reads Eridan Ampora, Teacher.
"W-well w-well. Here w-we are! I w-want to congratulate you for bein' on time-"
John interrupts him by raising his hand. Without waiting for a response John opens his annoying mouth to speak. "Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but, um, I don't think I belong in here."
Eridan continues without glancing down at John. "It is now sev-ven 'oh six. You hav-ve exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your w-ways..."
Dave spits into the air and catches it back into his mouth. John looks like he's going to gag.
"...and you may not talk. You w-will not move from these seats."
Eridan points at Dave before knocking his legs off the table.
"And you, w-will not sleep. Alright people, w-we're gonna try somethin' a little different today. W-we are going to w-write an essay, no less than a thousand w-words describin' to me w-who you think you are."
Dave interrupts him, "Is this a test?"
Eridan takes no notice to him and passes out paper and pencils. " And w-when I say essay, I mean essay. I don't mean a single w-word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Strider?"
Dave looks up, his perfect poker face intact. "Crystal."
"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little somethin' about yourself. Maybe you'll ev-ven decide w-whether or not you care to return."
Sollux stands while raising his hand the tiniest of heights, "I can anthwer that right now thir. That'd be 'No', no for me."
"Sit down Captor," Eridan says, amusement written all over his face.
"Thank you thir." Sollux mumbles before sitting.
Erdian points out of the library before looking at each of them, "My office is right down that hall. Don't screw-w around. I w-will know-w. Any questions?"
"Yeah, I've got one," Dave states a smirk plastered on his face. Eridan eyes him suspiciously.
"What's up with your speech impediment?"
Eridan clenches his teeth and breathes out his nose. "I'll giv-ve you the answ-wer to that question, Mr. Strider, next Saturday."
Before anyone could ask anything else he struts out of the room. Ten minutes pass before a loud snapping sound echoes from the back of the room. Sollux turns to see the strange girl biting her nails. Dave tuns around as well his eyes wide behind his shades. By this time everyone is looking at her.
"You keep eating your hand you're not gonna be hungry for lunch," Dave states his eyes still wide. She spits a nail at him. "I've seen you around you know," Dave mumbles before turning back around. Everyone else follows suit.
Sollux begins to tap his pen. "Who do I think I am? Who are you?" He mumbles to himself before attaching the pen to his bottom lip and attaches the top to his upper lip. "I am a walruth."
Dave looks at him in utter confusion. Sollux notices this and quickly takes the pen out of his mouth, embarrassed. The two boys begin to take off their jackets. They both take notice. Sollux stops and readjusts his jacket on his shoulders. He rubs his hands together, pretending to be cold. Dave fully removes his jacket. Sollux turns to see Dave still staring at him. He utters an uncomfortable laugh as Dave glares at him. Losing interest Dave crumples up his paper and throws it at John's head. It misses and soars over it instead. John and Karkat take notice but don't do anything about it.
Dave purses his lips and begins to hum the theme song from Batman.
John put his head in his hands. "I cannot believe this is happening to me," he mumbles to himself.
Dave over hears this and stops singing. "Oh, shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss?"
John shudders. Dave begins to unzip his pants causing everyone to stare at him, "If you gotta go, you gotta go!"
"Oh my God!" John practically screeches.
"Hey! You're not pissing in here man!" Karkat shouts.
"Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!"
"You whip that out and your fucking dead before the first drop hits the floor." Karkat growls.
Dave gasps mockingly. "You're sexy when you're angry."
He tuns to Sollux, "Hey homeboy, why don't you go close that door. We'll make sure John here won't be able to walk straight for days!" Karkat glares at Dave and John stiffens in his seat.
"Hey!" Kakat hisses at Dave, who ignores him.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"If I lose my temper you're totalled." Karkat growls.
"Totally?" Dave asks, completely at ease.
"Totally!"
John turns around to shout at Dave, "Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here is interested!"
"Honestly!"
"Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" Dave asks with a sneer.
"Look, just because you fucking live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass."
"It's a free country," Dave mumbles in mock hurt.
John turns to Karkat, "He's just trying to get a rise out of you. Ignore him."
"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." Dave shoots John a grin.
"So, are you guys like boyfriend and boyfriend? Steady dates? Lovers?" Dave drawls out the last word a bit, much to the boy's chagrin. "Come on Sporto, level with me. Did you slip him the hot beef injection?"
"Go to hell!" John shouts his face a brilliant red.
"Enough!" Karkat screams at the same time.