A/N: Well, here you guys go. Brand new fanfic coming your way. I do hope that you guys enjoy this one as much as my other one. I'm not actually sure what I'm going to be doing with this one, so please be patient. And I'm trying to add a different twist to my stories, so I'm sorry if they suck. Anyway, please enjoy! Reviews are very well liked. Oh, and by the way, this is my first SP fanfic.

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It started with a girl, as most stories do. Actually, it started with several girls, and none of them were even real.

Kenny wasn't sure who got it around. It had started with Cartman, Kyle, and Stan. Stating some simple sex facts that you learn from the Internet can be dangerous. From there Craig and Tweak found out, and the rest is history for Kenny.

Meet Kenny McCormick, the famous man-whore of South Park High.

None of that was true, but no one knew. Not like anybody cared. What was done was done. And Kenny went along with it. Why? Because it was no use telling people otherwise.

"And what did our poor-ass slut do this weekend?" Cartman's voice rang, snapping Kenny out of his thoughts. Cartman hadn't grown up at all – or filled out. He was still as fat as ever, and it seemed to Kenny that he always would be. Kenny slowly looked at Cartman, feeling his blood ride.

"Your mom." Kenny replied, grinning at how red the fat boys face had become. Kenny swore that he heard Cartman growl.

"'Ey! That's not funny!" Cartman squealed. Kenny became agitated again as Kyle spoke.

"Shut up fat-ass. No one cares." Kyle calmly but harshly said, taking a big bite of his pizza. Stan nodded in agreement but didn't say anything. Kenny was glad that he had them. Sometimes, at least. Cartman growled again, mumbling to himself as he stuffed his face with more food.

His friends continued their idle chat, leaving Kenny out as usual. He didn't mind so much anymore. At least then Kenny had some peace and quite for once to think – something his friends seemed to rarely do.

Kenny got up from the lunch table, his friends not even looking at him as he walked away. It used to hurt Kenny, but no so much anymore. The blonde wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, so he tried not to think about it to terribly much. He made his way through the throng of high scholars. He didn't look twice at any of them. Besides, Kenny already knew what they thought of him.

At last Kenny made his destination – the back door leading outside. Normally the Goths hung out back there. Not even they noticed when Kenny joined in. But that didn't matter either. Kenny didn't like them all that much anyway. They were too… depressing. Even to Kenny's standards.

The blond sat on the cold stone steps right outside the door. He really wanted a smoke. No, Kenny needed a smoke. He had tried quitting over a week ago and it wasn't going so well so far. This constant craving was making his brain melt.

"Ah!" A familiar voice exclaimed from not far away. Kenny looked around him, seeing a big blue mass with blonde hair laying face down in the snow. Kenny smiled to himself, getting up and walking over to the person in the snow.

"Ow…" They mumbled, which earned another smile from Kenny.

"Are you ok, Butters?" Kenny asked, grabbing Butters by the arm and pulling him up. The boy let out a yelp and started to squirm around until he realized it was Kenny

"Oh, hello Kenny!" He cheerfully said with a wide smile. Kenny chuckled to himself, letting go of Butters.

"Why were you in the snow?" Kenny questioned. Butters blinked a few times, looking slightly confused.

"Um… I was walking… I think I slipped on something." Butters replied in a jumble. Kenny shook his head, smiling again.

"Only you, Butters." The orange-clad teen said. Butter laughed a little, not really understanding what Kenny was saying.

"Y-yeah." Butters awkwardly replied. The two stood awkwardly together, not really sure what to do now. Kenny hated situations like this. It made him feel stupid.

"S-so what were you doing out in the cold all by yourself?" Butters questioned, swinging his arms around a little. It amazed Kenny that even though they were in 10th grade, Butters still acted like he did in 4th grade.

"Nothing really, just kind of hanging out." Kenny responded with a shrug. Butters intently nodded his head. Kenny covered his mouth as he laughed at the sight.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Butter innocently asked, looking around him. Kenny just started to laugh even more.

"Nothing, Butters." Kenny replied after his laughing fit died down. Butters smiled as he looked at his watch.

"Oh! I'm sorry Kenny, but I have to go! I'll catch you later, though!" Butters shouted turning away from Kenny and waving as he ran along the wall. Kenny smiled at the other and watched until Butters turned the corner. He frowned as he sat back down onto the stone step, his chin cradled in his hands.

He was a nobody again.

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Here's my giant piece of shit that I call a first chapter. That took much longer than I wanted it to. And it didn't even break 1000 words. Ah well. The next one should be up sometime soon. Please leave a review!