This is just a weird ass story.
Who knows?
Some of you may find it interesting.
I do not own South Park.
Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit," Stan Marsh said sitting his blue lunch tray down on the long wooden table. I rolled my icy blue eyes because I just knew he was about to say something about me. I then tucked a strand of platinum blonde hair behind my ear and leaned in closer to hear what he had to say about me.
"What is it?" I then heard Kenny ask eagerly, he was always eager to what Stan had to say.
"I saw Butters staring at Craig," Stan replied with a small smile pulling at his rosy pink lips. Bingo! He was going to say something about me. Kenny's eyes widened and his big bratz doll head started bobbing wildly before responding to what Stan had said.
"Are they you know?" He asked rapidly sticking his index finger in his fist multiple times. I again rolled my icy blue eyes, this time to Kenny's immaturity.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Stan said with a snicker running his hand through his short black hair. Kenny and Stan then started laughing like a pack of hyenas. I could feel the warm wet feel of tears as they crept up into my eyes, how come Stan and Kenny always had to make fun of me like this? Didn't they have anything better to do?
"Ack! I-It's okay," Tweak staring at me compassionately with his grey eyes, while twitching at the same time, he must have sensed my obvious sadness.
"No it's not," I said using a chubby pink hand to wipe a tear off my now reddened cheek. Tweak sighed and picked up a wadded up napkin that had somehow made its way to our table.
"Gahh! I wonder what this is." He asks dropping it about eight times before he finally managed to open it. I was curious so I decided to take a peek too, my heart nearly busted out of my chest when I recognised Craig's nearly illegible handwriting.
"Give me that!" I screeched out tearing the napkin out of Tweak's hand, I didn't feel bad about being so forceful with him though, I knew he'd forget all about it in about an hour or two; Tweak has a super bad memory. My heart started swooning at just the sight of Craig's handwriting. I clutched the napkin close to my chest and breathed in deeply, it was almost as if I was holding Craig in the flesh.
"Aah! A-Are you going to eat that?" Tweak asked rudely interrupting my thoughts of Craig.
"Duh, I'm going to eat my roll, are you crazy? You know I always eat everything on my tray," I snapped. Tweak shrank back like I had just slapped him and got up to throw his tray away. I rolled my icy blue eyes with annoyance when he tripped over an invisible foot on his way to the trashcan. My attention was soon directed away from my brother when I started to smell the distinct smell of Craig; gasoline and cooking cabbage. My first reaction was to faint, but I restrained myself so I could stare at his glorious beauty. Craig looked rather godlike with his pointy witch nose, pale freckly skin, his straight black hair, and his light blue eyes that were almost the same shade as mine. I started breathing heavily as Craig started getting closer and closer; I nearly fainted again when he was just one table away. My dreamlike state soon turned into horror when I saw Craig put his un-muscular arm around Bebe Stevens, the most popular girl in school. There are many reasons why I didn't like Bebe, the first being that she is more popular than me, the second being, she is friends with Stan and Kenny. I glared at Bebe wishing that I could shoot laser beams out of my icy blue eyes. She in return gave me a fake smile and a small wave that almost made me vomit all over my new eight hundred dollar purple pumps. My bad mood deepened when I saw my maths tutor start to strut over to my table. If you were to ask me, I'd say that Kyle isn't much to look at with his curly red hair, acne covered jaw line, and non-muscular body. Stan would disagree though; he thinks he's the hottest thing since molten lava.
"Are you ready to get started?" He asked carefully placing a pre-algebra book on my lunch table like it was a precious stone.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I muttered staring at Craig's beauty over Kyle's shoulder.
"Well pay attention then," Kyle said pushing the pre-algebra book under my nose. I glared at him wishing again that laser beams could shoot out of my icy blue eyes. I almost started crying again as Kyle was showing me how to turn decimals into percentages and vice versa.
"This is too hard," I moaned.
"No it's really easy," Kyle insisted.
"No it's not!" I screeched out annoyed by this nerd who kept trying to teach me pre-algebra after I had insisted multiple times that I did not want a tutor.
"I guess I'll teach you some more tomorrow," Kyle said at the sound of the bell ringing for next period. I breathed a sigh of relief when Kyle finally left; I decided that I should probably get a move on too. As I was gathering my stuff, my heart sank to the bottom of my bright pink panties when I saw Craig escort Bebe out of the cafeteria.