Perhaps, one more breath wouldn't hurt? Kenny thought to himself as he played with the small piece of rolled up paper in between his fingers, filled with the green plant he loved so much. He craved the feeling of numbness it brought with each inhale, the way it spread through his body like a cloud, making each cell slow down and his mind hazy. It helped curbe his constant boredom. He liked being able to not feel anything, like the glares of those who passed by and judged his every action.

Who could blame them? He was motherfucking Kenny Mccormick, the most messed up kid in South Park. Everyone is this shitty little town knew him, either from his parents or from his actions. Ever since he was little, he's done nothing but trouble. Kenny could only smirk, breathing in more of his numbing plant. trouble, that single word described every fiber of his being. That's all he could ever do was bring havic. He grew quite tired of it actually, being in high school and high all the time just made him want to nap or do nothing productive.

"Skipping class again, huh?"

Looking up, Kenny sees Craig Tucker. He was as tall as a giant, about a foot taller than Kenny. Craig grew quickly in middle school, passing all the other boys with ease. It didn't bother Kenny that much, even if he had to look up everytime he wanted to talk to him. The giant with black hair sat beside him, fixing his blue hat, which he has worn for who knows how many years. It's like everytime Craig grew bigger, so did his head piece.

Kenny chuckled, "You know it."

The only reason why he was still in this no good school was that of his father, who would beat him senseless if he didn't come. He said it was either go to school or work and bring money to the home. That was the last thing Kenny wanted, to bring money home into a bottomless pit in which his parents would waste his hard earned cash on drugs and booze. Of course, he would have to sneak some for himself if it ever came to that.

Craig pulled out a box of cigarettes, which was almost empty. This wasn't new due to the fact the boy had a serious smoking problem but who was Kenny to judge him? He was no better. Speaking of not being any better, the blonde boy snuck his hands over and swiped the white stick right out of Craig's hands. This earned him a glare, while Craig just pulled out another one for himself.

"Didn't you just finish a joint?" Craig asked, not seeming very interested in his own question.

Kenny responded, "And your lungs are black as shit."

The two boys paused as they heard a scoff of disgust, which this wasn't something out of the ordinary. But their eyes couldn't help examine the mouth the noise came from. Not far from them was Wendy Testaburger, who walked their way quickly even though she was wearing heels. Her longs black hair swayed in the crisp winter air, her face scrunched with anger but still beautiful. She was wearing a heavy purple jacket with fake fur around the hood, her jeans hugged her long skinny legs, which the heels only added more detail to her figure. No one could deny it, she was fucking hot. Sadly, her strong-willed personality ruined it for Kenny every time.

She stopped in front of them, her hands hugging her algebra book. Looks like she just got out of the class. "Why is it everytime I walk out of the school, I see you two smoking, which I may add, is not allowed on these grounds!" Just to anger her even more, the two boys took another breath of their cigarettes.

"Why can't you two go to class? If you did, you could actually be worth something in this town."

"Last time I remembered, Wendy. This town didn't give a shit about me so I'm just returning the favor." Kenny spoke, putting out his smoke. Not wanting to ruin the minty flavor with her nagging. It left his mouth feeling even more dry than normal. Don't get him wrong, he knew she was right. He should go to class and actually try in life but he felt so deep in his own hell, he didn't see the point in trying to crawl out now.

Craig raised an eyebrow, "Shouldn't you be running off? You'll be late."

Wendy then looked at her wrist, her dark eyes glancing over her expensive looking watch. She frowned, knowing that Craig was right. She didn't admit it out loud as she turned around, mumbling under her breath. "Thank God, Stan doesn't hang around you anymore."

This left Kenny looking down into the snow, not wanting to see her anymore. He didn't say anything nor did his face, he was as blank as his mind. Craig flipped off her fleeing figure until she went to her car to get something out of it. She didn't look back at them so he didn't get the satisfaction of her reaction.

"Bitch," Craig said. His deep voice sounding even deeper as the word slipped past his lips. He got up, finishing off his smoke and tossing it into the snow, letting the cold extinguish it. "Ignore her, she's just a stuck up rich cunt."

Kenny followed behind him, letting his hood fall down to his shoulders. His long greasy blonde hair hugged his face as he pushed some behind his ear. "Rich but right." He didn't like the words that stung his tongue. However, they were true and the truth always left him feeling worse.

Stan Marsh was his best friend growing up, one of them at least. They were grown now and their habits didn't match one another. Stan went to join the football team and Kenny, well here he was skipping class smoking until his lungs screamed for fresh air. Stan, being the new school role model, couldn't be seen with someone who craved trouble. It would make him seem just as low and he didn't want that. Not just him, but also Wendy. They got back together freshman year and been together ever since. She was the most popular girl in school and having the best football player as her boyfriend only strengthened her status. She wouldn't let Kenny ruin that for her.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he didn't want to ruin his drugged up mind with the past. The school day was halfway through and the urge to go home was becoming even more annoying. He pressed the thought deep within as he knew that was a dumb idea. He didn't feel like meeting his father's fist today. He was still healing from the last one as his eye had a nice shiny purple-black ring around it. The only other option he had was to go to class and hopefully nap.

He said farewell to Craig in the hallways as he watched him meet up with Tweek who smiled brightly when the giant approached. Even though Craig was much as a delinquent as Kenny, he had somethings going for him. He had Tweek. They never said anything out loud but everyone knew they had a thing. Not once has Craig ever smiled in public, trying to act the part of a noncaring asshole, but Kenny knew better.

He saw it once, just once. It was when he was destroying his lungs one afternoon by the Tweaks coffee shop. He didn't want to go home just yet and thought the alley next to the shop was the best place to hide, he loved the way smoke and coffee smelled together. He was chilling by the dumpster, enjoying a cigarette he found on the ground when he heard voices by the back door. He peeked over and saw Tweek pushing Craig out the back, then Tweek pull him into a kiss which didn't faze Kenny at all. He's seen too many things to be surprised by such a simple act. But what did surprise him was when Tweek spoke the words 'the answer is yes.'

This caused the stone cold Craig to smile.

Enough with the old memories, Kenny opened his locker for his class textbook but then remembered he sold it for drug money. With a sigh, he closed it shut loudly. Letting the bang make some girls jump behind him, they walked off cursing. The words met deaf ears as he walked towards his classroom, ready to fall asleep at his cold wooden desk. It was in the back, next to a window so it was harder for the teacher to notice him.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. Sending the person to the floor, Kenny couldn't help growl under his breath from the impact. Below him, gathering his books was 'Butter's' Stotch. His once neat blonde hair was messed up due to their collision. He was wearing a nice sweater, the pattern reminded Kenny of an old man. His cheeks were tinted pink, caused by the embarrassment of not paying attention.

"Geez, I''m sorry, Kenny. I didn't ugh see you there." Butter's said, his voice sounding innocent as always. Kenny couldn't ignore the tone and offered a hand, which the small blonde boy took with a smile. He fixed his sweater and hair, not liking anything messy which made Kenny want to laugh. Butter's used to not care about small things, especially the idea of being tidy. It was surprising Butter's would even touch Mccormick, for he was always a mess. The habit brought it's attention to Kenny when he noticed sometimes, Butter's wore a lot of bandaids. He found out that by washing your hands to often brought dry skin, which could cause skin to tear. He only knew this when he eased dropped on Wendy giving her concern to Butter's germ habit.

Kenny watched mindlessly as Butters pulled out a travel-sized hand sanitizer, putting some on his small pale hands. There we go, he was wiping Kenny's germs. It was as if anyone touched him, they would become infected with his poor habits and bad choices. He then offered some to him, which Kenny shook his head, "I prefer feeling dirty."

"But what if you get sick?" Butters asked, with genuine concern in his voice. Then, he saw his black eyes, gasping from how bad it looked. "Are okay? You really must stop all the fighting. What if you get seriously hurt?" The caring attitude was starting to get to him, Kenny knew it wasn't fake because Butter's cared about everyone. He was the one boy in school no one picked on for the fact he was just too good for this world. He cared for even the lowest people, which that included Mccormick himself. He even saw him trying to help a bird once who broke its wing in middle school.

"It's nothing."

Kenny decided to step away from Butters, not wanting to corrupt him even more and not wanting to answer questions. The small blonde tried to stop him, wanting to say thank you for helping him and something else but he couldn't hear anymore as he turned the corner. He pulled his hood back up, wanting to block out the voices around him. He would give anything for sweet silence right about now. His high was coming down and it left him with an annoying headache. He didn't stop when he walked straight past the classroom, knowing that a lecture would only make him feel worse.

He knew what he wanted.

He went near the gym, knowing who would be there. Standing by the water fountain, his hands fumbling with each other was Clyde Donovan. He was wearing his usual brown hoodie with jeans. His hair was a mess but clean and his brown eyes wandered around until he saw Mccormick approach. He knew he would be here, he always was around this time of the week. They didn't say a word to each other as the brown-haired boy followed Kenny into the locker rooms.

Once the door was closed, Clyde immediately threw himself at the dirty blonde teen. His lips smacked against his, a little too forcefully from impatience. His tongue poked, begging for entrance but Mccormick stayed strong. He pulled the boy away by the back of his jacket, smiling from the expression he saw. Clyde was already flushed red, his breath heavy and his gaze full of lust. All it took was a couple seconds for him to become this way and it made Kenny feel better knowing he could make someone shiver from pleasure and not disgust.

"You must have better control than this?" Kenny wondered, watching Clyde trying to come up with words.

He eventually spoke, licking his dry lips, "I can't help it." Clyde then broke free, pushing Kenny down on a nearby bench, getting on top of him. It wasn't a problem as they were both skinny. Kenny being much smaller than him, as he wasn't on the best diet. The arroused teen put his weight on Kenny's legs, unbuttoning his jacket, the heat from his body was becoming annoying.

"You reak of pot and cigarette smoke, "Clyde breathed. "I missed it." He then lowered himself, kissing on the blonde's neck. Kenny simply laid back, staring at the ceiling. Letting the boy have his way with him. He enjoyed the feeling of lips on his skin, making him feel at ease. He was more pleased with the idea of Clyde, a smart straight-A student, kissing the bastard of South Park.

How did it become like this? It seemed so foreign but natural at the same time. At the beginning of this year, with them being Seniors, Kenny thought it would be the easiest and most laid back year of his life. It was going that way until one day he wondered past Clyde in the halls, skipping class. Which this wasn't normal since Clyde cared greatly about his grades. Being the curious kid he was, Kenny just had to know what was up.

He followed the boy into the bathroom's quietly, trying to seem invisible. He managed to sneak in unseen and waited. Several minutes later, he heard it.

A moan.

This sparked the delinquent even more. His entire body jumped with shock as another one came shortly after and then another. It was muffled and filled with something Kenny only heard on TV and his parent's room. It was also the sound of those whose who he pleasured for things he wanted. It was the sound of want and release. Being the bad child he was, he snuck into the next stall, steadying himself on the toilet. Something in the back of his mind told him to leave, to actually respect someone else's privacy but when did he ever listen to his own brain? Peering over the top, he saw Clyde panting over a magazine, which on the page was a naked man who was fucking another dude.

Kenny fell off the toilet.

He was taken back and ended up slipping onto the floor. He quickly shot up and his body moved on its own. Something inside of him awoke and he didn't chase off the feeling, he actually welcomed it. Clyde screamed from the sudden sound and then he choked. Kenny kicked the door open and he saw him. Donovan was panting heavily, his eyes clouded with tears. His hand was groping his lower area, in it was thick white cum. The shock had sent him over the edge.

Seeing the perfect student before him, sweating and on the verge of tears awakened something in Kenny. His head was swarming and his body didn't listen to him. He shut the stall door behind him and could only watch as Clyde tried to hide the magazine and fumble up some kind of excuse. But he wasn't hearing any of it. He kept replaying the thought in his mind. Someone as perfect and collected as Clyde was in the bathroom, embarrassed, covered in his own body fluids and red from his ears to his hands.

Was jerking off to gay porn.

This made Kenny lose all reason, seeing someone as low as himself. He grabbed the boy's hand and licked it, letting the salty liquid soak on his tongue. Kenny wasn't new to the taste. He had done some nasty things just so he could get a pack of smokes or a bag of weed. Letting his own urges fuel his actions, Kenny then proceeded to make Clyde look at him.

"Let me help you with that."

Ever since that day, Clyde and he have been continuing this secret sessions. Clyde eventually told him that he was curious about men, he wasn't gay, at least not fully. He didn't know if he was and he needed someone to help him experience what it was like with a man. Of course, Kenny couldn't turn away someone in need. He wasn't that heartless, especially if someone as good as Clyde wanted his body. He liked the idea of having someone in his hands, someone who was a decent human being.

Snapping back into the moment, he realized the horny teen was unzipping his pants, trying to tug the worn out zipper open. Kenny studied the boy, loving how his hair was already dripping with sweat. He looked so focus on unzipping him so he could feel Kenny's sweet member. Mccormick came to find out that Clyde had a problem, one he soon found out after that day in the bathroom. He craved sex like his life depended on it. He had never touched another person before so jerking off was all he could do. It had gotten to the point he needed more and that's why Clyde thought it was a good idea to do it in the bathroom during school. He wanted a thrill and it came in a different form. Not by cumming in a stall but rather being finished off two times by a fucking Mccormick.

He heard something drop and that's all it took for Clyde to freeze on top of him. Kenny's blue eyes trailed to the entrance. Standing there, frozen in place was Butters. He had dropped a pair of keys which Kenny soon realized was his. He must have dropped them when they bumped into one another. Clyde quickly gathered his jacket, rushing past the innocent blonde boy. Kenny was left behind, his pants half open and spit on his throat from kisses. His mind was blank as it always was. He sighed, getting up but not fixing his pants.

His feet went over to Butters, who was glued to the floor. He was so shocked and startled, he didn't know what to do. This didn't bother Kenny as he closed the door behind him. He realized Butter's was almost the same height as him as he stood dangerously close to the boy. He studied how Butter's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, his equally blue eyes stuck on Kenny's. His small body was shaking slightly and it awoke the very same feeling Kenny had experienced that day in the bathroom with Clyde.

Finally, Butter's snapped to his sense's. "Oh hamburgers, I didn't mean to look! I wanted to give you your keys!" He got to his knees, trying to pick up the house keys with shaking fingers. Kenny kneeled down too, picking them up himself. "I-I'm sorry!"

"You interrupted my fun," Kenny spoke softly.

Butter's face was now red, all the blood in his body was in his cheeks. "Oh dear..." His voice was escaping him as the embarrassment was becoming too much to handle.

Kenny loved every minute of it. He was soaking in the sight of poor innocent Butters who was falling apart before him. Stotch was always so collected and loved. He couldn't help but feel great at the scene of him as red as a tomato. He didn't know why he loved it so much, he wanted more of it honestly. He wanted to see tears come out of those sweet blue iris's. He wanted to run his slender scarred fingers through Butter's short blonde locks and grip tightly until he squeaked.

Then it hit him, what was he thinking? Where did these thoughts come from? Sure, he liked seeing people below him but not once did he think this way around Clyde. Kenny shot to this feet, "Please, leave."

"Ah!" Butter's shot up, leaving the locker room quickly.

Kenny was left alone with his pounding headache and an unwanted boner.