A/N: The social ladder, everyone has their place don't they? There's no way a Jock and a Nerd could have a secret relationship...

M for smut in later chapters and swearing in relation to sex.

You... Have a Card?

Clyde Donovan was unbelievably popular; it was an indisputable fact in Park County High School - like how Eric Cartman was fat, Kenny McCormick was a flirt and Kevin Stoley was a nerd. There were many things that made Clyde one of the most popular, if not the most popular boy in the school. He was captain of the basketball team: a position that always accompanied tons of respect and all the best party invitations. He was extremely good-looking in a typical 'Jock' fashion and had unsurprisingly been labelled one - not being very smart in his lessons either. However Clyde Donovan had a kind heart and hated many of the things his friends did, especially when they involved picking on someone lower down the popularity scale - not that he usually let this on.

There was one time though when Clyde Donovan did show he was one of the few people in their school with a conscience, and could not stand seeing someone getting hurt in any respect, and that's where it all began.

Clyde walked down the school corridor with Craig and Token. He'd stayed close to the two of them over the years; they were 'safe' guys. Token was a budding DJ and he often played at gigs. Craig was that brooding, troubled 'badass' who girls died for. Needless to say they were both very popular.

"He's just such a know-it-all," complained Token as they passed the drinking fountain. "I really wouldn't care, it's just the teacher thinks the rest of us are stupid as a result."

"Yeah," agreed Craig, "it is annoying."

"Weak," exclaimed Clyde. He didn't actually have a problem with the really clever people himself; he was in fact a little bit in awe of them. How the hell could they remember so much?

They turned a corner and were met with the sight of Kevin Stoley, slowly walking down the corridor, nose deep in a book. Deemed a 'complete nerd,' Kevin was at the opposite end of the spectrum from Clyde. His Star Wars obsession from a very early age had automatically placed him at the bottom of the popularity charts, plus the fact that he was incredibly clever, loved by all his teachers, was a member of the chess and math clubs and had countless other 'uncool' hobbies. He could not play sports.

"Oh look, speak of the devil," grumbled Craig.

Kevin looked up from his book in shock. He was roughly the same height as Clyde and Token, around five-foot-eight to five-foot-ten, but he had to tilt his neck up to see Craig. "W-what?" he asked.

"We were just talking about you, Stoley," explained Token. "You see we're fed up with your little know-it-all ways."

"Yeah," agreed Craig, "it's very irritating."

"Plus it makes the teacher think the rest of us are idiots."

Kevin looked between them feeling slightly nervous. He glanced over at Clyde who wasn't paying attention and was instead rearranging his hair in the reflection of a particularly shiny locker. "What would you suppose I did about it?" he asked.

"Just stop knowing everything," answered Token.

Even though he did not feel at ease in the situation, Kevin couldn't stand the stupidity and ignorance the two boys were showing. "Shall I go hit myself over the head with a book or something then?" he asked sarcastically.

"You see, there you go again with your smart-ass comments."

"You think hitting yourself with a book is smart? Maybe we've found the root of your problems." Kevin attempted to step around Token and carry on down the corridor but the other boy was getting too angry to let him leave. He blocked Kevin's path.

"I'm not done with you."

Kevin attempted to keep a relaxed composure even though he was extremely anxious inside. He'd never had problems with Token or Craig before but so many other people had decided he was a fun person to pick on, sometimes even punch. "I have more important places to be."

Token spluttered. "No you don't."

"Just please let me pass."

"I don't know why but you're really annoying me."

"Is it because you know you're wrong?"

"Okay, I will hit you over the head with a book in a minute."

Hearing this Clyde wheeled around from looking in the locker. He noticed Kevin's look of worry and felt automatically concerned for him and angry at his friend. "Token, bro, that's not cool. Lay off him, he can't help being a know-it-all." Token narrowed his eyes but stepped away, allowing Kevin to pass. Kevin didn't waste any time in getting away. He headed towards his usual lunch table where he found his best friend, Bradley Biggle, waiting for him. He sighed, letting out his frustrations as he sat down and dug in his bag for his lunch.

Bradley looked up and noticed Kevin's flustered face. "Problem?" he asked.

"Could have been, but no I'm fine." He smiled to himself as he took a bite of his sandwich.

A few uneventful days passed. Clyde played basketball and Kevin played chess, if their paths crossed then they didn't notice. It was only when Clyde was struggling in Chemistry that he was reminded of the black-haired boy in the light blue coat.

Clyde glanced around the class checking to see if anyone was watching. He nonchalantly leaned over his desk towards Kyle's, craning his neck to see what the red-head had put. He quickly snapped his head back as he saw the teacher scan the room, picking up his pen and scribbling on his work. When the coast was clear, he leaned over again. He'd almost managed to read the first sentence...

"Problem, Mr Donovan?" asked the teacher with an unimpressed but unsurprised look on his face.

Clyde shot up, "No I was just ermm I was-"

"You were copying weren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Not very successfully either."

Clyde slumped back in his chair and folded his arms.

The teacher sighed and rolled his eyes, used to students showing that they weren't bothered. He turned his head. "Mr Stoley, have you finished?"

"Yes, sir," replied Kevin looking up from the extension work.

"Please assist Mr Donovan here, who seems to think he can copy people for the rest of his life." Clyde opened his mouth in mock shock. "If you value getting any form of grade in Chemistry at all, then I suggest you listen carefully."

Clyde smiled insincerely and nodded, reluctantly making space for Kevin at his desk. "Perhaps I'd enjoy Chemistry more if that old grouch wasn't teaching it," he muttered. He looked Kevin up and down, taking in his facial features. Kevin definitely had an oriental look about him. However he didn't look completely Chinese. His face had delicateness about it but his eyes were quite large, light blue, with thick eyelashes. Kevin's parents were from China but both hadn't originated there. His mom's side were and always had been but his dad's weren't. His grandparents had moved there when his dad was two and lived there the rest of their lives. Kevin's mom and dad had met out there and then moved to America. So he had half Chinese and half American genes.

"Hey, dude, how's it going?" asked Clyde as Kevin took a seat.

"It's going just fine," replied Kevin awkwardly.

"So ermm do you feel like helping me? It's cool if you don't want to. I mean I don't care either way."

Kevin smirked and closed his book. "Well if you don't care then I won't help you."

Clyde panicked. "No, dude, it's cool, you can help me."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "What section are you struggling on then?"

"Chemistry," replied Clyde, a blank expression on his face.

"Yeah... which specific section?"

Clyde's eyes opened wide in alarm, there were sections? He quickly thought of the first Chemistry related term that popped into his head. "The periodic table?"

"That's not a section, Clyde, that's a necessity."

"Yeah durrr, I was ermm talking about the periodic table in relation to... covalent bonds!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow and smirked, not believing a word of it. "Okay then we'll start with those." He opened the textbook and looking at their work explained how you would answer the questions. He soon realised that he would have to backtrack quite far and explain the basics. This didn't annoy him though; he was an extremely patient person and often had to help people who were stuck. Clyde reclined in his seat, attempting to look like he wasn't fazed or interested in what Kevin had to say, when actually he was. For the first time it was starting to make sense. He couldn't say he completely understood, but it no longer looked like a mash of circles, letters and numbers.

Half an hour passed, the bell rang and the students instantly rushed out of the room. Kevin stood up. "Okay, guess you're free now."

Clyde also stood up and smiled. "Well thanks for helping me, dude. The covalent bonds are now bonding in a... covalent way. They're right when they say it, you are smart." He slapped Kevin on the back and then hastily walked out of the room.

"That guy really isn't all there," muttered Kevin to himself as he gathered up his stuff.

Later that day Clyde strolled into History, he scoped the room and winked at Bebe - she was the head cheerleader after all. As captain he was meant to have some kind of thing going on with her. He had slept with her once but they were both really drunk and neither of them remembered much about it. She giggled and winked back, signalling to the empty seat beside her. Clyde smoothed down his clothes and walked over, engaging her in small talk about her day and complimenting her appearance. He actually thought she looked just as boring as every other girl, but he knew how to make her feel special.

Various people from the team stopped and talked to him until the teacher called for silence. He was droning on about how badly they'd all failed their first practice test. Clyde reclined in his seat, absent-mindedly looking around the class. He saw the usual suspects. Stan was passing what he assumed to be love messages to Wendy, Kyle was frantically scribbling down notes even though the teacher hadn't properly started the lesson, Kenny McCormick was doing some graphic drawings on the front of his folder, Kevin Stoley was... wait Kevin Stoley? Clyde sat up and furrowed his brow, since when had he been in the class? He shrugged and leaned back in his chair again. He really was terrible at noticing things.

After more ranting the teacher set them off answering some questions. They were expected to use the textbooks and look the information up themselves, although they were allowed to talk and help each other. He stared down in utter confusion, what was grain requisitioning? What did the word requisitioning even mean? And why was everyone getting so worked up about it? Flicking through the textbook was no help; they just used longer and harder words. He looked around the room urgently - he really needed help. As much as he pretended the opposite, failing was not enjoyable. Besides although he'd got a basketball scholarship waiting for him, he still needed to pass his subjects. Clyde remembered Chemistry from earlier that day; Kevin Stoley... was a smart guy. Surely no one would think it too strange if he went over there? None of the team was paying attention anyway.

He stood up and casually walked towards the front of the class, slipping into the empty seat next to the black-haired boy. "Ermm hi again, dude." Kevin continued working. Clyde frowned, "dude." He wondered why the other boy wasn't replying. He gave him a light shove. "Kevin!"

Kevin jolted and looked up in bewilderment. "Clyde, what... you were talking to me?"

Clyde scoffed. "Yeah I was looking at you wasn't I?"

"I couldn't exactly see you. Sorry, just didn't expect you would want my attention."

Clyde played with a pencil on the desk. "Fair enough, Stoley. I was just wondering if you could, you know... help me or whatever." He looked around the room before looking back into Kevin's inquisitive, light blue eyes.

Kevin couldn't believe that the boy he'd seen dozing off in class so many times, wanted to do some work. "You actually want my help?"

"Yeah that's why I'm asking for it. You were good at helping earlier." He grinned and added: "please."

Kevin smiled back; he wasn't one for refusing people when they showed manners. "Absolutely, I'll help you."

"Cool. Okay so what the hell does requisitioning mean?"

Kevin laughed, almost in a 'cute little giggle' way. "Right, it's when you demand the use or supply of something. So in this case, grain. They went around to all the peasant's farms and demanded a certain amount of their grain."

"What that's weak, why?"

"For the army and the people who lived in the industrial areas." Kevin continued to explain and Clyde listened, becoming slowly fascinated although still rather confused. They discussed the questions together and then when Kevin was convinced Clyde understood, they would jot their answers down.

Eventually Clyde threw himself back against his chair and pouted. "It's going to take a miracle or at least some form of magic for me to remember all of this!"

"Magic... I have magic," stated Kevin, poker faced.

"Yeah sure, whatever, dude," replied Clyde rolling his eyes.

"No, I really do. I'll prove it." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a quarter and a small piece of note paper, with a reminder written on it. He placed the coin onto his palm and then put the paper on top of it. "Okay so there's a quarter under here right?"

Clyde sighed and looked around to check no one was watching. "Ermm yeah there is, although can I maybe check again?"

Kevin raised his eyebrow."Sure thing." He picked up the piece of paper and showed Clyde the quarter. Clyde nodded content that it was there. With his free hand, Kevin screwed the paper up into a small ball and threw it on the table. Clyde gasped... the quarter... had disappeared.

He grabbed the paper and unscrewed it, but nothing was inside it. "Where the hell did it go?" he asked.

"Why you appear to have it, Clyde," answered Kevin reaching forward and pulling the coin from behind the brown-haired boy's ear.

Clyde's eyes shot wide open. "WHAT THE-" He smiled. "That's actually pretty impressive, dude. Here pass the coin over I have one." Kevin handed him the coin expectantly and Clyde racked his brains. He was sure he'd been taught a trick years ago by his grandfather... He had to hold it on top of his hand, right? And kind of run his other hand over... "Okay ermm see this coin?" He held the coin up in-between two fingers.

"Yes."

He panicked, thinking hard. He had no idea how the trick went. "Now the coin will disappear," he exclaimed, flicking his wrist. The coin flew out of his hand and soared across the room, landing smack-bang in the middle of Kenny McCormick's forehead.

"Ahhh shit, dude, don't look," squealed Clyde as they bowed their heads down to avoid Kenny's angry gaze. Kevin clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to stop the sound of laughter. His face turned red and his eyes began to stream as he uncontrollably shook.

"Oh... my God he h-has an IMPRINT on his head!" Seeing this, Clyde felt himself begin to lose composure and when Kevin let out a squeak, the laughter burst out of him. Luckily the class was loud enough that no one noticed.

When they'd both calmed down, Clyde looked up at the clock and saw the lesson was over. He grinned at Kevin, "Thank you dude. You're a really good tutor."

Kevin smiled, "I'm happy to help you whenever you want." He rummaged in his jacket pocket and then outstretched his hand. "Here's my card."

"You... have a card?"

"Yeah, I tutor people."

Clyde took it, shoving it into his pocket. "It's still weird to have a card, dude."

"Fine, then call me weird."

"Oh don't worry, I do."

Someone called from outside the classroom door. "Yo, Donovan, you coming, man?"

"Totally," Clyde called back. He shoved his work into his bag. "Well then, catch you later, lightsaber." Usually when he heard a Star Wars nickname it was said with maliciousness, but Kevin didn't detect any coming from Clyde. Clyde sounded jokey, almost friendly. Kevin smiled and nodded, watching as the gorgeous captain of the basketball team walked away and out the door to his beloved fans.

A/N: Thank you for giving the first chapter a read. Hope you like the idea... Just to clear up, I love Craig and Token and WON'T be making them into complete assholes. So don't worry.