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The mornings passed by quickly, and he hadn't touched his sketching pens for awhile now.
He had been way too busy talking to people; any people. School people, internet people. Anybody who was not his 'soulmate' John.
Right now he was sat around a table with some people from his class home room. Karkat was talking about a presentation him and Dave were together on.
"So, not that I prefer it, but we're doin' it at your house. Mine is busy. After school?" he forked down some salad and crunched down on it. "Sure thing, Karks."
He went home and Karkat followed in suit, shorter legs eager to catch up. When they got home, Dave had cranked up the charm, getting looks from all brothers, which he followed up with a small 'fuck off'.
"I honestly cannot take this stupid book anymore. I hate reading about weather shit. If you see a tornado; run. Lesson over." he groaned, leaning down on his bed.
"If you want an education; read. Lesson the-fuck over." Karkat had grumbled back, and Dave sat back up and poked his side. "Educations are just more years of not having to be an actual adult yet."
"Nothing's wrong with not wanting to be 'an actual adult' yet." Dave nodded along, resting his head on the others shoulder. Karkat had given up reading. "I'm guessing we aren't gonna be reading; what's up?"
"Nothing's wrong. Let's read." He picked up the book again, putting on a face again. He bumped their knees a few times, and eventually he had laid down to rest his head, and 'missed' the bed to land on his knee.
Karkat had left the house a little blushy. Dave had smiled, grabbing his phone and shooting John a text.
hey xx
After two or three seconds, he was instantly texted back.
hi ! xxx
whats up xx
They chatted for a long time, and John never asked about him being mad at him for telling the school about them. Dave looked back at their last texts.
wanna hang out after school? xxo
yeah of course sure xxxxxx
When he woke up next morning, it was with a smile on his face. His first class was with John; he and him were in two different sides of the room. The room was cast into light pastels of every color, and Dave loved it. He and John had smiled at each other all class. John had wanted to talk to him after class (or at least Rose said so), so he had hurried away.
In the next class, he just talked to Karkat about their presentation. Dave was leaning against Karkat entirely; head on his shoulder with a book up to his nose.
He shouldve guessed John was coming closer; pastel sunny colors were seeping in; Karkat was becoming colored too, along with himself. John then walked in the door and Dave could've sweared he saw him flinch when he saw him and Karkat.
When John waved him over, he had taken his time walking over there. They went out the classroom and he felt a tiny bit dizzy.
"Hey." Dave said with relaxed eyes and a calm voice. John looked happy to talk.
"Hi. Um, about after school today-"
"Hm?" Dave tilted his head.
"Uh- you texted, asking if we could er- hang out after school?"
"Oh, did I? Sure then I guess. But me and Karkat are working on a project now soo.." Dave had left with a soft spike in his stomach. He shouldn't be feeling bad. John had told the entire school about them. Their intimate thing. Their first and last soulmate. Their 'one-in-million'. Theirs. And now it was everyones.
When he had come home that day, he found a specific piece of paper again.
Get John's heart. Working on it.
Revenge. Working on it.
He added something to the list he had forgotten.