Innocence or Murderer?

Authors Note: Heyyy Okay so this is my FIRST fanfic I have actually put online. I had originally written this before but it sucked ass. I decided to redo it but this time actually post it online. Please review it…If you don't that is fine ^^ but please be gentle if you are going to hate on this. Like I said this is my first fanfic actually going online. Anyways I am going to stop typing this shit and get on with the story. Hope you enjoy and I was going to put a pairing in here but it might come later I'm not sure. For now it is romance with IkeXKaren but also has a lot of Kyle and Ike moments.

Chapter 1:

Blood and Lies

I stood at the bus stop quietly. Ruby and Karen were talking about their new outfits they bought over the thanksgiving break. "Boring." I thought inside my head as they blabbed about it.

"Ike, what do you think?"

Karen gave me a small smile as I looked her way. "Fuck, what did she ask?" I kept thinking of how to respond. I hadn't been paying any attention to their conversation. To be perfectly honest I could have cared less at that moment. Karen had crossed her arms and just rolled her eyes.

"Are you even paying attention to the conversation?"

Ruby glanced at me as well. They were both glaring at me.

"Nope."

Karen sighed and looked at the redhead who just looked to me flipping me off. As the bus pulled up I felt relieved. Usually by the time the bus picked us up I would have to sit in the front by myself as the back was usually filled with kids going to our High school. As we got on the bus I sat in my usual seat and thought. I shut my eyes thinking of the blood everywhere. I hadn't told anybody the truth about what happened last Saturday night. All anyone thought I was an innocent Canadian boy who would NEVER harm anyone. "I lied." That was as I thought. I lied to them. I was indeed the one who shot the gun. BUT, the whole story would be difficult to explain. For now he would lay low and let the investigation go on. Not like they would find anything to say he was guilty…Right?

"Ike Broflovski?"

I heard my name and looked up from the ground to the male teacher looking at me.

"Yes sir?"

The man was glaring and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"I asked you a question to answer 5 minutes ago and I haven't received my answer yet."

He seemed upset at me and I shrugged. I hadn't been listening to shit. I was too confused with every situation that had been going on. What if the cops DID find out it was me who shot the gun? Would I go to jail? Juvy? "Why did I do it?!" I kept thinking to myself. I heard a slam on my desk and snapped out of my thoughts.

"Broflovski! Answer my question or go to the office. This makes the third time this week you haven't paid any attention to class!"

I sighed and looked to him.

"I'm sorry sir, I have just had a lot on my mind. I will focus. I promise."

He sighed as well and nodded going back to the front of the classroom to lecture again. "This day is going to be difficult." I thought as I listened to the teacher.