A/N: OMGoth!
Anyway, this is the first chapter of a possible story involving Michael (Curly Goth), Craig Tucker and Koraline 'Korrie' Jones (OC). I love the Goth kids, so I'm glad to finally be writing for them. Enjoy and give me feedback, tell me if you want more chapters.

Also for anyone who is interested, Korrie's Character bio is on my profile.

Warning: it's south park so expect everything and anything XD swearing is obvious.

Things go astray.

"Oi asshole, give us a light will ya'?" Leaning over to the tallest member of our dark little group, with a single unlit cigarette hanging loosely from my pale, slightly chapped lips.

"Urgh, you lost yours again?" He shot me a condensing look, knowing of my constant need to misplace things.

"Stop complaining and light it." Wiggling around the unlit cigarette with my lips, the sight of him rolling his eyes and digging into the dark abyss of his trench coat pockets, caused me to smirk and raise my brow smugly.

Once lit, I took an appreciative drag from my blissful cancer stick, then puffed it out in satisfaction. "Much obliged Luv."

Stretching back and propping my elbows on the steps behind me, I sighed in content, dropped my head back and taking another drag.

Our relaxed quiet was broken by the sound of the chorus of 'Warriors -Imagine Dragons' blaring from my phone. Rolling my eyes as I answered it without looking, "What?" Frowning slightly at the reply I was given, I stubbed out my half used cigarette, shoving it into my pocket for later and stood up. "Fine, be there in a sec."

The other four dark clothed teens looked at me questionably as I started onto my destination, I shrugged and answer their unspoken question.

"Craig says that ass of a science teacher wants me in class or he's expelling me," Releasing an annoyed sigh I continued, "I wouldn't care, but my mum will throw a shit and I just can't be arsed."

They shot me an understanding glance as they went back to trying to be oblivious to the shitty world around them, all but Michael that is.

He bored a hole into the back of my head as I left, glancing over my shoulder at him as I walked through the gate of the school parking lot, I caught the stern glare he sent to me.

I huffed as I turned back around, making my way to class for once.

Michael had been overprotective and kinda controlling a lately, and it was getting on my nerves. Whenever I went to hang around any of my 'conformist' friends he'd either give me to cold shoulder for the day or refuse to let me go, which of course always ended up in an argument.

Getting to the class door, I flung it open and smirked as it slammed against the wall causing a few girls near the front to scream.

"Ah, Miss. Jones nice of you to drop by." Spoke the portly balding man. "Lucky enough for you, your boyfriend Mr. Tucker was kind enough to call you in."

I scowled at him as I replied. "We're not dating jackass."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" A now red Faced teacher screamed at me as I calmly answered back.

"I said; We're not dating Mr. Jacknes." A belated 'Oh' was heard behind me as he told me to take my seat.

Craig sniggered as I took the free spot beside him. "Nicely saved Kor."

We fist bumped as I stole some notes from Token, who was sat on the other side of Craig, "Borrowing your notes Toke." He gave me an acknowledging nod as he continued taking notes.

Pinching a spare pen and paper from Craig to actually copy down the notes. I hummed to myself as my mind started to drift, doodling on the edge of my page, but I was soon nudged by a bored looking Craig. "Your drifting again."

I groaned and laid my head on the table. "When is it over, I'm frickin' bored." I started tapping Craig's pen against the table as I peeked up at him for an answer.

He checked his phone and frowned, telling me there was still half an hour left, I released a loud groan before banging my head against the cold, unforgiving and tortuous classroom table.

"Urgh! That was the longest lesson of my life!" I yelled in frustration as I trudged through the cafeteria with Craig's gang following behind me.

"That was the only lesson of your life!" Token joked as he Slapped a hand on my shoulder

"Touchè my dark skinned friend, touchè." I sat sideways on the bench, crossing one of my legs over as I handed Clyde some money. "Aye, get me a drink, will you? And something actually decent to eat."

"Aye-Aye Captain!" He gave a mock salute as he walked off.

Tweak, Token and Jimmy sat down at the other side, whilst Craig Sat behind me. "Can't believe he does whatever you ask him, Korrie."

I looked over at Token with a smug grin. "If he wants to keep fucking my cousin then he better do as I say." I shrugged, "Besides I gave him the money for it, didn't I?"

I felt something tug at the ends of my white hair, glancing over I saw Craig absentmindedly playing with it, I raised a questioning brow as he just shrugged.

The other three brought out their lunches from their bags as I began tapping on the table.

A few moments later Clyde returned with a tray full of food, sitting down beside me and placing the tray in front of him, he passed me a Dr. Pepper and a bacon sandwich, which I hungrily snatched. "Thanks, Hun."

Unscrewing the top and taking a swig, I placed it back down to replace it with the sweet and heavenly bacon sandwich. "So Clyde, heard you getting busy with Bebe yesterday~"

Clyde spat out his drink, spraying an already spazzing coffee addict, as he hit his chest a few times. "I-I don't know what you mean."

I laughed and gave him a knowing look. "Oh please, my mum made me come around to give my 'innocent little cousin' Bebe her bracelet back and all I could hear was 'Oh God, Bebe!' Haha"

The table broke out into fits of laughter as I made some exaggerated moans leaning back onto Craig, I felt him tense up slightly before Clyde started playfully hitting me.

"KORRIE!"

I jumped hearing the angered tone behind me, turning around to see a rather pissed off curly haired goth stood only a few feet away.

"What the fuck are you still doing here with these Conformist bastards." Michael yanked me up by my arm as he glared at the 'conformists', mainly the one I had been pressed up against, fake moaning; Craig.

"Ow,

what the hell! Get the fuck off Michael!" Tugging my arm out of his hold, I glared at him while rubbing the small bruise through my burgundy 'slipknot' sweatshirt. "What is your damn problem a lately Mike!"

"My problem is them! More specifically him!" Michael pointed aggressively at Craig, whilst the aforementioned teen stared at him in disbelief. "They're all faggots Kora, and if you were actually one of us," he pointed to himself, " Then you wouldn't ever hang around them."

"Fuck you, Michael, I'll hang around whoever I want! And the only one acting faggy around here right now is you." I pushed him away and sat back down, facing away from him.

I never saw the look of disbelief cross Michaels face as he stormed off, or the satisfied smirk that slid its way onto Craig's lips.