Damien sat at his desk, the one he had insisted on having, the one in the back corner of class and farthest away from everyone else. Back here, he could at least pretend that he wasn't forced to converse with all these idiots on a daily basis.
To be fair, he had been one of the few members of the class who had faded into the background of this stupid hick town over the years since Elementary school. Damien sighed angrily. He looked around, taking note of his classmates. They had all changed so much. After middle school, most all of them started getting far more irritating and awkward.
Stan was sitting the farthest away from Damien, leaning across his desk to whisper in Kyle's ear, smiling at some joke that had just been told. Kyle laughed also, looking up at Stan through his eyelashes. They were interrupted by Kenny, who had his feet up on Kyle's desk and his head in Butters' lap. He kept throwing little balled up pieces of paper between Stan and Kyle. Cartman finished off the front row, yelling all about how Kyle was a Jew and Stan was a hippie and Kenny was poor and Butters was gay, and Damien laughed mirthlessly at them.
The second row was just as bad. Currently, Craig was sneering at Stan, and talking to Tweek, Clyde and Token. Tweek was sitting on Craig's desk, and his constant twiching and shaking was irritating Damien to no end. Clyde was sitting in the desk next to Craig, and Token was sitting beside him. Token was leaning over Clyde, who kept awkwardly patting his friend's back and blushing like an idiot.
Damien snorted with disgust at how see-through all of his classmates were. They were all so obviously gay, and in denial. Damien hated all of them with a passion. But right now, he could think of nothing but the empty seat in front of him. Pip was the most tolerable person in this class, and he hadn't yet made an appearance today. It was very unlike him to miss class, and Damien found himself a bit worried for him.
But that's stupid. He has no reason to think about the Brit.
He is NOT gay.
Not like the rest of them.
God, that's just what they all would want. He was one of the proud few who hadn't switched teams, even if the others hadn't quite grasped that they themselves had yet.
Speaking of, that's what the back row consisted of. The only people Damien actually believed to be straight other than himself and Pip. Wendy, Bebe, Red, Annie and Kevin Stoley. Pip sat next to Token in the second row usually and Damien has always sat in the last seat of the third row. Right behind him.
Damien glanced uneasily at the clock, and then at the door, but the blond boy was nowhere to be found. Mr. Garrison was currently walking around the classroom. Wendy had apparently complained about how Tweek was sitting and Mr. Garrison approached Craig's group, with the intention of forcing Tweek into a seat, but only getting a nervous shriek from Tweek and the middle finger from Criag. Garrison sighed loudly, mumbling about 'little bastards' before going to sit behind his desk again.
Suddenly the door opened and Pip entered. Damien was immediately off-put by the fact that Pip was not smiling, and his entire demeanor was grim and angry. Of course, the son of Satan was the only one who could tell that something was wrong.
Cartman turned to the door, being the closest one to it, and sneered at the British boy. "Well, well, look who showed up. Get caught up in eating crosaints or something, you French fag?"
Pip glowered at him evilly and spoke so softly that only Eric and Damien could hear what he actually said. "Shut up."
Cartman looked very shocked for a moment before disbelievingly demanding Pip repeat himself.
"I said, SHUT UP, YOU POMPOUS ASS!" Pip screamed at the fat boy.
Anyone who hadn't already been looking in the direction of the pissed off fat ass and the obviously emotionally disturbed British boy were doing so now. Eric stood up with a jerk, and his fat ass almost got him stuck in the desk, but he got up after a second of struggle.
"HOW DARE YOU, YOU FRENCH PIECE OF SHIT!" Cartman yelled at Pip. Damien watched in shock as Pip looked up at him with a disturbing smile. "I'm not French."
The temperature in the room seemed to go down a few degrees, and time slowed down. Pip reached behind him into his bag and suddenly everything was crystal clear to Damien, who hardly had enough time to scream a desperate warning before Pip whirled around with a gun in his hands. The world exploded into screams and gunshots and Damien took cover under his desk for what seemed like an eternity until everything went silent.
He looked up over his desk disbelievingly, to witness Pip, sobbing into his arm, standing amidst the gruesome aftermath. He slowly lifted the gun to his head, and Damien clenched his tear-filled eyes shut as tightly as possible when the echo of the last gunshot rang through his ears.