This story was originally a one-shot was written for KayTeeBeth because she won the biggest slut competition (it isn't what it sounds like).
However, as time went by the idea of the original one-shot started to become a much larger story.
Enjoy!Peeve
Chapter OneAll You Fans of Sunset
I'm Katie Packard and I just moved to South Park, Colorado.
South Park Senior High… where to start. This school is hell weird, not only was my female form teacher once a guy, but the principal is always high, or drunk, or hung-over.
Aside from the teaching staff, the students are hardly any different. Take these two guys sitting in front of me; Stan and Kyle are their names. Stan has a girlfriend, Wendy, but he obviously has a hard on for Kyle. They've both got it bad for each other. They've been passing notes all of class and I saw that one of them was covered in love hearts. If that doesn't reek of gay love I don't know what does.
"Hey! You're the new girl right?"
This guys name is Clyde. He's seems a fairly straight sort of guy in every sense of the term. I think he's taken an interest in me. I've seen him talking with this other guy, Craig, about me.
"Yeah, the name is Katie."
It annoys me when people call me 'the new girl'. I've got a name you know. It wouldn't take much to figure it out; the teacher did introduce me at the beginning of the day.
Clyde half-laughs at me, then proceeds to ask me about myself and where I've come from. Most of the answers are no-brainers, so I take the opportunity to check him out.
He's fairly well built and looks like his might play football. There is something very sincere about the way he acts; I put it down to his eyes. They are soft and kind of gentle. I guess he's never had to really lie much in his life.
He tells me he's lived here his whole life, and that he can't wait to get out of here. I tell him that's how I had felt about Australia until I left. He laughs and admits that will probably be the case with him too.
I like Clyde. I don't know if it is his sincerity or just his general open nature but I really appreciate him being here with me.
"Hey Clyde! Hurry up, we'll be late to math."
That's Craig. He seems to be pretty much the opposite of Clyde. He's loud, annoying and has no respect for anyone in authority. I had hardly known him a day and I already disliked him.
"Coming!" Clyde says, and then turns back to me, "Maybe I'll see you around. It was nice meeting you."
"You too."
I feel kind of dumb. It's stupid, but I think I might have a thing for Clyde. Not that I believe in love at first sight, but maybe I believe in crush at first sight.
Classes, despite some of the odd characters who teach here, are rather uneventful and, dare I say it, normal.
The strangest thing that happened was this guy, Kenny was his name, walked into class covered in what appeared to be blood and everyone simply ignored him. I guessed that sort of thing was normal so I just ignored him too.
I guess I was sort of a background character at this school. Things happened around me but I didn't really get involved much. One day I was picked out to help clean up after Gym class with this other girl called Bebe.
She seemed a bit snobby so I did my best to stay out of her way. I did find myself wondering if she would be civil if we had to talk, and for that reason I was tempted to try and strike up a conversation.
I restrained myself. However, she felt the silence was annoying I guess.
"Hey, you're the new girl right."
It's annoying but tolerable when people call you the new girl for the first couple of weeks, but the third week is just too far.
"Katie." I said shortly.
"Right… I'm Bebe."
"Nice to meet you."
"Same here."
End of conversation. If it could be called a conversation. Anyway, soon after we had finished and I raced to my locker. I was hungry and we were already late out.
Stan might get the excuse he needs to break up with Wendy and get with Kyle. I saw her hanging around outside the locker room with this other guy; Cartman is what everyone calls him. Wendy was leant in close to him whispering something. The minute her eyes fell on me she leant back.
"We'll finish this later." She said smoothly, turning on a heel and walking away. Cartman turned around his eyes falling on me. He sneered.
"What are you looking at?"
I shrugged and walked past him into my locker room to find my locker. This school was turning out to be rather interesting after all.
In the lunch room I took a seat at the only table currently unoccupied and hoped no-one usually sat here. I looked at the rather appetizing Salisbury steak and pile of beautifully cooked vegetables and my mouth practically watered.
The meal was gone in what felt like ten seconds flat. I felt full and ready to get back into some work. I frowned as I thought that. Maybe the food was drugged if it actually made me want to work.
I sighed, stretched and yawned. I spotted this guy on the next table over. He was twitching so much I thought he might fall off the seat. I wondered if he was going to go into epileptic shock or something. I suddenly wished I knew how to perform first aid. Suddenly, Craig walked up to him and handed him a thermos.
"How many times do I have to tell you to bring one to school Tweek?" Craig said in what I would describe as a sweet voice.
My first thought was the one which would define the way I looked at the two from that point forward. 'Craig's gay!'
Half the male population of this school is gay.
"Hey! It's Kim. I can't get to the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Love you!"
"Hey Kim, I hope you appreciate I stayed up until three in the morning to try call you, only to get your message bank. Text me when you can."
It was hard enough to keep in contact with old friends but being on the other side of the world was making it even more difficult.
I groaned and lay back in bed, dropping my phone on the bedside table. This was just getting to be a big pain in the arse.
"Hey Katie."
I stopped and turned around, spotting Clyde coming towards me. I felt my face grow a little hot.
"Hi Clyde." I said.
"I noticed you were still sitting by yourself, so I thought maybe you'd like to come sit with us."
"Ah… really."
I wasn't really sure where or with whom Clyde sat. As far as I was aware I hadn't made any enemies so figured it wouldn't really matter that much.
"Yeah!"
"Ok, thanks." I said, following him with my tray of food.
Thankfully, I wasn't the only girl who sat with Clyde's group. There were two other girls. The first was called Anne and she was a fairly normal sort of person. I guess you could call her a background character like me. Then there was this girl that everyone called Red… I guess because of her hair colour. It was very red hair. She was nice enough, but a bit loud for my liking. I am a very quiet person myself.
Aside from them, Craig and Tweek both sat with us, as well as Token Black. I mentally slapped myself for laughing at the name. But come on, the token black guy? What were his parents thinking? Well, they definitely weren't short of cash as Token was on the phone all of lunch and his designer clothes seemed a dead give away.
That lunch time I found out a number of things. First of all, Clyde knew everything about everyone. He was more up with the gossip then any other person I knew, even Kim couldn't keep up with this guy.
It was from him the rest of the surprises began to come.
It started when a guy came past wearing all black and an upside down cross. His eyes were dark red and the second he made eye contact with me, I shivered and looked away.
"That's Damien." Clyde said, apparently noticing me. "He's the son of the Devil."
I looked at him oddly, as if he had just told me the most random thing ever (which he had by the way). He just laughed at me and went back to his lunch.
"We're going to the bathroom." Red declared, yanking Anne to her feet and dragging her away. I tried to think of tactful way to excuse myself. But tact was something I always lacked.
"Aw… here come the boobs on legs. Try not to stare Clyde." Craig said, losing it at his own joke.
'The only reason you don't look is because you like guys.' I thought, rather menacingly. It's not like I have a thing against homosexuals. I guess, I just didn't like Craig making fun of Clyde.
"Like I'm interested in that trash. Everyone knows Bebe can't keep her pants on."
"Didn't stop Kenny."
"We all know Kenny can't keep his pants on either." Token said, looking up from his phone briefly.
That guy, Kenny, walking into class covered in blood, was looking more and more sinister by the second. I must have looked a little shocked because Craig laughed at me.
"What's the problem? You didn't think Kenny was hot or something?"
Thinking back a little, before the whole blood incident he had been rather attractive with nice straight teeth and shiny blonde hair. Maybe a little bit unwashed, but not bad at all.
"He isn't bad looking…" I said slowly.
"Well, Kenny is South Park's Man Whore, so if you're ever looking to get laid he's the place to go." Clyde said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Ah… I'd rather not." I said, thinking about the blood incident again.
"Hm… I heard he died this morning actually." Clyde said, somewhat nonchalantly.
"What!" I said, looking shocked. Craig grinned and Tweek twitched looking from Craig to Clyde then me.
"Yeah, car accident. Pretty tragic."
"My god… his family must be distraught."
"Nah… they got over it the first time it happened."
I blinked a couple of times. "The… first time… it happened?"
It was about then I noticed the smirk on Craig's face. I was beginning to think this guy wasn't really dead.
"What is going on?" I asked, prepared to beat the crap out of Craig if I didn't get a straight answer.
"You just have a lot to learn about South Park still." Craig said, standing and picking up his tray, as if he knew my intention to kick his head in. He headed towards the bin, followed closely by his still twitching boyfriend.
Clyde chuckled to himself, drawing my attention back to the table and the fact it was only me and him… and Token on his phone.
"What?" I said, somewhat heatedly.
"I've never seen someone get along so well with Craig."
"Get along?"
"He obviously doesn't mind you considering he has yet to flip you off."
"I'm glad." I said. Maybe that was more true then I thought, after all, Craig and Clyde were good friends, and I didn't want to end up this guy's enemy.
Clyde smiled at me before leaning back and stretching slightly.
"Hey Clyde!"
Not so surprisingly, the truth of Kenny's death was completely obliterated by the arrival of Kenny himself. He was grinning widely and eying me carefully, as though deciding whether or not I was dangerous.
"Ah Kenny, how are you?"
"Been better. I was wondering if I could borrow your math notes."
"Yeah, I'll give them to you in Biology."
"Cool, thanks."
Kenny glanced at me once more before turning on his heel and walking away to join a different lunch table.
I couldn't put my finger on it but something felt severely out of place with that boy. And I got the feeling it all linked back to that blood.
I've been wondering lately, are these things I'm seeing completely true, or am I just being my normal paranoid self. I decided to dedicate myself to finding out. To do this, I needed to make sure I knew what I was investigating, thoroughly.
I got myself a cheap notebook, one of the ones my mother buys in bulk because she hates to spend that extra two cents on a notepad. In a moment of delirium, extreme boredom and craziness brought on by too much study, I madly decorated the cover in glitter and warning strip tape, stolen from the road-works down the street. In the middle I wrote in black permanent marker 'TOP SECRET'.
It was only when I had finished my decorations I realised how stupid the whole thing was. That just made it more conspicuous. But my mother wasn't only stingy with the shops, she was stingy with me and I wasn't allowed another book for at least three weeks.
So, I sucked it up and made a list of all the things I wanted to know.
1. Are Stan and Kyle gay together, or was it just misinterpretation?
2. Wendy: Cheating or Not?
3. Is Craig dating Tweek? Are they even gay at all?
4. Kenny Blood Incident? Death?
5. Who shoved what up Bebe's arse and forgot to remove it?
As I read over the list I began to wonder when I became so obsessed with other peoples lives. In the end I put it down to Kim's constant flow of gossip back in Australia, and her need to constantly question people whenever they did anything even slightly out of the norm.
The book was slid into the back of my chemistry folder for later use. Hopefully because I had found the answers I had wanted.
Days slid by and turned into weeks. Despite sitting with Clyde's group I was mostly excluded except for Clyde and, much to my surprise, Craig. The two boys tended to go out of their way to bring me into the conversation.
I was picking out bits and pieces about the people on my list but nothing concrete to prove anything.
I found out more about Damian, though what I was told sounded like very tall-tale, and hardly true at all. What I got of it though was that he had always been morbidly gothic and claimed to be the son of the devil, although Craig said something about Damian extraditing himself from his guardian.
I noticing him hanging out with a shorter blonde, who I originally thought was a girl, but later discovered was a guy. Craig and Clyde called him Pip. The both said they knew hardly anything about him, except he was a 'Frenchy' (though I later discovered they meant Pom), which I felt was a little strange considering Clyde knew everything, and Craig was the sort of annoying person who found out things through constant pestering. Between them they were a honeycomb of rumours, gossip and tall tales.
I decided to add Pip to my list.
6. Pip: Who is he? What is his connection to Damian?
I put it right before the page on which I had drawn a picture of Clyde during a particularly boring English lesson, while he was reading from our current text, 'The Handmaids Tale'.
Coincidentally… quite an interesting book once you got past the strangeness of it all… and how depressing it was.
It was the end of chemistry and I moved out of class, making my way toward the media room. Suddenly, in a flurry of movement, a folder was whipped out of my arms and held above my head.
"Clyde!" I exclaimed, extending a hand to grab the folder. He whipped it back out of my reach, grinning the whole time.
"What?" He asked as if not realising what he was doing.
"Come on, just give it back." I said, smiling and shaking my head as I reached for the file again. This time leaning closer to try reach. He pulled it back again. Then, instead of doing the smart thing and walked around behind him, I leant further forward and stretched further. It wasn't until my fingers closed around the file I realised how close I was to Clyde. He seemed to have noticed too, as his grin was wider.
I snatched the file back, intending to tuck it back with my other work. However, my glittery, danger zone book slid out of the folder and clattered on the ground. Quick as a flash I bent down to retrieve it, hoping Clyde wouldn't see the big 'TOP SECRET'.
"What's that then?" he said. I could practically hear the grin dripping off his voice.
Before I could react he had snatched the book off me and was flicking through, looking a my notes on my questions.
"Give it back!" I said, leaping for it.
Clyde smirked now, not the usual grin, a full on devious smirk.
"Need some help with your top secret project?" he said casually.
"I'm fine thanks." I said, snatching my thoroughly raped property. This sucked some major balls. Clyde probably though I was some freak now. A freak who sucked at reading people.