Awrigh' ma dahlin'?
Well, Trouble needed a boot up the bum. The continuity is just "UGH!". Plus Alena needed to be rewritten and so did pretty much ALL of the chapters! So far I have 9 chapters done so I'm afraid I'll be spamming up your inboxes. Sorry, gang.
But anyway, onwards!
Chapter 1: Today Won't Go Down In History
With her large blue eyes and thick auburn hair, Alena Courtney could be considered a physically attractive girl. But the violence and anger that she unleashed was a definite turn off.
Only three months into her first year at South Park High, Alena had gotten into 35 fights, broken 9 noses, made 14 girls cry, kicked 16 boys and been suspended twice.
This vivid aura of 'touch-me-and-die" caused everyone, even the tall and very muscly 12th Grade jocks, to leave this tiny ginger 10th Grader alone.
Alena Courtney was stone cold trouble.
Kyle Broflovski knew this very well. In fact; ever since Day 1, when Alena accidentally walked into Kyle and their eyes met, she made it her duty to playfully bully him with a mixture of imaginative insults and downright dirty flirting.
After a couple of months, Alena started talking to Wendy Testaburger and eventually made her first friend. But, unfortunately, Alena's behaviour didn't change and not everyone was scared of her anymore.
Kyle remembered one seemingly peaceful lunchtime being interrupted by a series of shrieks and Alena bursting into the lunch hall.
Kyle couldn't forget the look of pure panic on her face and the blood in her hair.
No, not blood. Paint. Someone had covered Alena in bright red paint.
Alena skidded to a halt in front of Kyle's table and snapped:
"Where's Wendy?"
Stan hadn't been able to say anything before Bebe Stevens ran into the hall, also covered in paint (this time it was violet) and armed with a bottle of red paint.
"You little bitch!" she had screamed, before throwing the entire bottle of paint at Alena.
The bottle hit its target right in the forehead, unleashing a spray of red across the room.
If a teacher hadn't have stepped in, Kyle was sure that Alena would have physically torn Bebe apart.
Kyle sat up in bed.
Why was he dreaming about Alena Courtney?
There was a loud knock at his door and a dark head appeared round it.
"Mom wants to know if you're walking to school today."
"Hey Ike..." Kyle rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, I am. Why does she wanna know?"
"Hell if I know." shrugged Ike.
"Hey..." Kyle glanced up, "Language."
"What? You used to say things worse than that when you were ten!" retorted his younger adopted brother before slamming the door.
Kyle sighed and got out of bed.
Alena Courtney...
He began to get dressed and tried to ignore the images of the red-haired girl that began to enter his mind.
She had cooled down a lot through the first year. She actually had decent conversations with Kyle and had become fast friends with Stan.
It was the first day of a new year, they were all 10 graders, sophomores, and hopefully a new year meant a new start.
His cell phone buzzed loudly on the dresser.
Kyle peered over at his phone and saw that he had a new message from Stan.
"You still up for tonight?"
"One of your famous new trimester celebrations? Hells yeah!"
"I'm thinking of inviting Alena Courtney."
Kyle nearly dropped his phone.
"What?!'
"I hear she's a really good cook and it would be nice. She's still the new kid in South Park."
"So are Sam Jay and Duncan Taylors, but we don't invite them to our meet-ups."
"You're over reacting, it'll be fine."
Kyle shoved his phone in the back pockets of his pants and continued to get ready for school.
Eventually, an hour or so later, Kyle arrived at school and headed towards his locker.
No sooner had he entered the code and swung the locker door open, a teasing English accented voice sang in his ear.
"Broflovski!"
"Courtney." replied Kyle shoving his gloves and lunch in his locker and turning around.
Alena smirked.
"Have a nice summer?"
"If only." Kyle leant against his locker, "I spent most the summer with my annoying cousin from Connecticut."
"Not fun at all then?" Alena cocked an eyebrow.
"Nope." replied Kyle, "What about you?"
"Warmer than here," Alena shrugged, "I went to England; saw my dad, his girl and Kitty."
Kitty, short for Katherine, was Alena's half-sister.
"How is Kitty?" asked Kyle.
The more Alena opened up Wendy, the more Wendy told Stan and the more Stan told Kyle. Alena knew this and, apparently, she was fine with it.
"She turned two in June, it was kinda hard since she didn't remember me." Alena glanced down at her boot-clad feet.
"That's kinda sad." Kyle softened. "But, you've been gone for a year so that's gonna be likely."
"Yeah... Anyway, gotta go!"
Alena beamed at Kyle and bounced off, her black coat and long pink and blue knitted scarf flowing behind her.
Kyle straightened and smiled gently.
Alena was thawing...
A chorus of groans and sighs filled the room.
"Oh come on!" the teacher threw her hands up in the air. "This is a new year, a new start, a new seating chart."
Kyle and Stan looked at each other.
"Bye, man." Stan clapped his best friend on the shoulder as they both reached into the black hat that was being passed around the room.
In said black hat were 25 pieces of paper each with a number from 1 to 25 on it. Who their seating partner was and where they sat depended on which number each student pulled out of the hat.
"Number 22..." read Kyle
"Number 14..." read Stan.
"Oi, Stan!" called Alena from across the room, "Oi, what did you get?"
"14!" replied Stan, "What about you?"
"I got 21," called back Alena, "I don't have to move!"
"Kyle got 22!" Stan nudged his best friend.
Alena's face lit up,
"Seat buddies!" she sang.
"Oh Lord..." Kyle facepalmed as he dragged his bag to the back row of desks where an ecstatic Alena Courtney sat.
"This year's gonna be so much fun." Alena grinned.
By lunch, Kyle was ready to kill someone.
"How was your first morning sitting next to Courtney?" asked Clyde.
Kyle glared.
"I bet it wasn't that bad." replied Craig,
"Courtney's so weird," replied Kyle, "She was reading the whole way through Math and Physics."
"She's just really good at Math." replied Butters. "She never pays attention in subjects she already knows."
"She went to a really good private school." said Clyde. "I sat next to her for most of last year."
"That's why he didn't fail." said Butters. "She tutored him."
"What kind of middle school did she go to?" asked Kyle.
"Wendy said it was some Catholic one in England." said Stan.
"I swear shes's from New York." piped up Clyde.
"She moved to England when she was eight." Stan replied as they headed into the lunch room, "I dunno why though. She won't tell Wendy."
"I heard her telling our homeroom teacher on our first day of last year not to call her by her full name and to call her Alena." Craig spoke suddenly.
"Her real name isn't Alena?" chorused the other boys
Stan took out his phone and started to Google the name Alena.
"It says here," he said, "that it can either be short for Helena or Magdalena."
"We'll have to ask her about it tonight." concluded Kyle, "Stan's invited him to the party tonight."
"Ew, you've asked a girl?!" cried Cartman.
"Wendy's coming too, you know." pointed out Stan.
"Aww, that's freaking weak!" Cartman complained.
"Shut up, or you're not coming!" retorted Stan.
The rest of the day went fairly smoothly, or so Kyle though, apart from when Alena nearly broke a really expensive cello when she knocked it over and got into an argument with the English Literature teacher over 'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allen Poe.
At the end of an extremely stressful English Lit. class, Kyle headed out of the class and towards Stan who was leaning against his locker.
"How was it?" Stan asked
"You saw in Music." Kyle sighed, "Is Alena this bad tempered in English Lit.?"
"You did Edgar Allen Poe too?" asked Stan.
Kyle nodded.
"Oi! Broflovski!" yelled Alena from down the back of the hall.
Stan gave a chuckle,
"Aren't you popular?"
Kyle sighed, closing his eyes.
"If only,"
"My house, tonight, 8pm, alright?" Stan said before leaving Kyle with Alena.
"What's up?" asked Alena, throwing down her bag and putting her coat on.
"Headache." said Kyle "How can you take off your coat in here? Seriously, dude, it's freezing in here!"
"It ain't that cold." Alena rolled her eyes, "Hey, coming to Stan's tonight?"
Yeah..." replied Kyle, not liking where this was going.
"Cool, I'm doing food since I'm the only one with a car."
"You drive?" Kyle's eyes widened.
"Yeah." Alena shrugged.
Kyle shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Before today you were one of Stan's friends." replied Kyle, following. "I didn't know anything about you to be honest."
Alena smiled.
"That's cute, Broflovski." she winked, "You're walking past the main street to get home, yeah? I'll walk with you."
Today Won't Go Down In History - Enter Shikari
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