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Chapter 2: The Plastics

I guess you could say I've already made friends with Wendy and Butters. Which is great, because I wouldn't want to eat lunch alone. Speaking of lunch, that's were we're headed to right now. So far today has been going rather smoothly. Nothing special about the classes besides all of my teachers have yelled at me for the simplest things, but it turns out I actually have quite a few classes with either Wendy or Butters or both. I guess my luck is changing for the better. Except right now the halls are incredibly over crowded with hungry teens fighting their way past each other to the cafeteria. It was like a stampede, expect more slow and tight like traffic. If it wasn't for Wendy and Butters guiding me through, I probably would have been trampled by now. I can't even see past the bodies of people in front of me. Why was everyone so freaking tall? Either that or I'm just short.

Suddenly, I heard a voice. The voice of the person I unknowingly am going to have my whole being revolved around in a matter of time.

"Move aside, assholes!" an intimidating, scratchy-sort of voice echoed through the halls. Kids started moving aside, like cars moving off the road for an ambulance to get by. I watched as the kids around me departed towards the walls to make a path for whoever the voice belonged to. Soon only me and my two new friends were standing in the middle of the hall. I could now see who the teenagers had made way for. Strutting towards us were three boys. Three beautiful boys, who looked like they just returned as guests on Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. On the left from my view was a smiling boy with hay-blond hair, winking at every other person who happened to be looking his way. He wore a light purple long-sleeved shirt covered in a fuzzy pink vest, and leg-strangling black jeans. To the far right was a tall black-haired boy who starred ahead with a look on his face that showed he was in deep thought. Atop his head sat a blue hat with a sparkly cherry-red poof-ball on top. All he had for a top was a fish-net tank top that clearly exposed his rocky abs and pecs. His red leather pants might have been even more tight then the last boy. And the one walking in between the two was the one soaking in just about all of the attention in the corridor. A rather tubby boy with light brown hair jelled into spikes, and these intense, mysterious chestnut colored eyes that happen to be starring directly at me. His round figure was hugged in a cotton candy blue t-shirt that read 'Bad Boy' in white cursive letters across his chest. His light blue jeans (also tight as sin) looked as if they had been mauled.

The three stopped right in front of us. The other two of the boys were looking at us in confusion, while the one in the middle bore his gaze into my eyes. There was something about those chocolate-like eyes that tweaked my mind. There was something deep inside there that I didn't recognize. That I've never seen in a person before. Just then I noticed that he had said something.

"Sorry?" I said, blinking. The big boy looked slightly annoyed to have to repeat himself.

"I said, 'umm, move?'," he answered impatiently, his thick hands rested on his wide-set hips.

"Oh, sorry, uh..." I moved out of the triples' way and joined Butters--who had already sneaked away before I noticed--in the crowd by the wall. But Wendy stood her ground. The large boy glared at her, and she glared back. The other two companions of the big teenager glanced at each other, then back at the two and their scowling contest, along with the rest of the student body.

"Well, ho?" he said in a nasty tone. Wendy scrunched up her nose and furrowed her brow.

"There's plenty of space to walk around me," she exclaimed. "Or are you too fat to fit?" Some of the students gasped. This was like a show or something. I had no idea what was going on.

"Oho!" the boy laughed, flicking his head back. "What a witty little retort. Did you spend all night putting that one together just for me?" Wendy flushed. I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. "Stop wasting my time, bitch, and just move it." When Wendy still ceased to budge, the boy pushed past her, rashly smashing their shoulders together as he did.

"Fuck you, bastard," Wendy muttered under her breath.

"You wish," the boy called out, hooking his think thumbs in his jeans pockets while his two friends scurried to his side. When the three boys turned a corner, the crowd started to flow again.

I nibble on my cheese sandwich slowly. Wendy didn't seem in the mood to talk since that little predicament in the hallway. She had this dark era around her that warned people to leave her be. Butters every once in a while would try to lighten the mood by discussing something totally random or sticking ham slices to his face, but nothing he did seemed to be helping.

A few tables over, in the center of the cafeteria, sat the three boys from before. The trio sat in a single row beside each other, with no other company sitting with them. I couldn't manage to keep my gaze away from them for very long at a time. A few times I caught the chubby one starring my way. I swear he was starring right at me. He always had this deeply concentrated look on his face, and didn't even blink if he saw me looking back. My curiosity of the three was overwhelming me, and I decided to investigate.

"Who are those three?" I asked Butters across from me, for Wendy was still looking a bit too moody to start a conversation with, let alone one having to do with this. He didn't even have to turn and look to know who I was talking about.

"The Plastics," he answered simply, taking a bite of his hamburger.

"The Plastics?" I repeated. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno. But they're the top of the school. Teen royalty." I blinked, still not catching on.

"They're nothing but evil little sluts," Wendy finally spoke in a menacing voice.

"Are--*cough*--Are they gay?" I had to ask.

"Are they gay?" Wendy exasperated. "Kyle, you look at those get-ups and tell me they aren't."

"I heard they have gangs bangs with each other all the time. You know. Threesomes," Butters gossiped in a lower tone.

"Bet ch'you would give anything to join them," Wendy joked.

"Ew," Butters said with a disgusted face.

"So, what are their names?" I continued with my questions.

Wendy gave me this frown that said "Why do you care?" but Butters seemed ready to answer. He turned in his seat and looked in the direction of the 'Plastics' table.

"See the blond?" I looked at the one in the fluffy vest, laughing at something the fat-ish boy was telling him. "That's Kenny McCormick."

"The dumbest human being on the face of the Earth," Wendy commented, shuffling her plastic fork around in the beans sitting on her Styrofoam tray. "I swear, his IQ is that of a fly."

"And the tall one in the rosy sunglasses is Stan Marsh," Butters went on. The black haired fish-net boy was chugging at his milk while tapping his thumb away at his phone. "In middle school he used to be the star of the football team."

"Why not anymore?" I asked. Butters shrugged.

"He became a Plastic," was his answer. "You know, he and Wendy went out for a while." I looked over at Wendy for confirmation.

"Oh, shut it. That was in elementary school." Wendy flicked a pea into Butters' lemon-yellow hair.

"They still dig each other," Butters teased, grinning mischievously.

"I said shut up! We absolutely do not," she slammed her palm on the table to emphasize her point.

"Wait, I thought you said they were all gay," I said, perplexed.

"First of all, we never said that. And if you ask me, Stan's just a wanna-be metro for show. The one I knew years ago was defiantly not a homo. I bet he just dresses and acts like that to fit in with the Plastics and get attention," Wendy explained. I glanced at the boy once more. He was rubbing glittery lip bomb on his lips while starring at himself in a compact mirror. Seemed pretty queer to me.

"He's filthy rich because his grandpa invented Eggo waffles," Wendy said in a mock-impressed voice. "He's also the king of gossip. He's like a walking encyclopedia of every person--including staff--in the school. Besides you, he knows everything about everyone."

"That's why his poof-ball's so big. It's full of secrets," Butters said in a mysterious whisper, making me laugh a little.

"And the last one?" For some reason, he was the one I was most interested in knowing about. Wendy made a soar face and scowled at the boy tables over.

"That," she hissed. "That is the devil in disguise. Evil in human form. Eric Cartman. Not only is he the gayest, most selfish back-stabbing fatassed slut-faced racist and conceded ho-bag..." Wendy paused for a moment, trying to figure out what words to describe him with.

"He's the ruler of the entire school," Butters worded for her. "He's got this manipulative nature and can make just about anyone do what he says with the snap of his fingers. He's an evil genius. The most popular guy in school, for some reason. I heard he's even slept with every guy on the varsity football team and the soccer team. Everyone knows who he is. He even gave his teacher a lap dance last year for an A+ on his report card. Or so I've heard. He's basically the alpha of the Plastics. The other two are his little followers that are just used to stand there and look pretty. They cling to him like leeches. He's also got-"

"Okay, Butters. That'll do," Wendy interrupted on her friends rant. She leaned over to me and said in that Irish whisper, "He's obsessed with him."

"No, I'm not 'obsessed with him'!" Butters defended, his cheeks tinted red.

"He used to do anything for Cartman in junior high. He was his own personal slave." Butters grumbled at Wendy and frowned his blushing face down at his food. "Then Cartman cheated his way into taking Butters' place as Spring Fling king."

"He sure did!" Butters spoke up in an angry shout. "He wins Spring Fling every. single. year."

"What's the 'Spring Fling'?" How many questions have I asked today? Oh, there's another one.

"Ah!" Butters lightened up with excitement. "The Spring Fling is a dance for the underclassmen, and there's this part were kids vote who they want to be the king and queen of the year. Whoever gets elected automatically becomes head of the Student Activities Committee. That's all I've ever wanted, boy howdy, but Eric Cartman steals it every time! It's not fair. He doesn't even care about the SAC." I didn't bother asking what the Student Activities Committee was. I wanted to keep the Plastics on topic.

"Look, Kyle," Wendy said, fully facing me now. "All you have to know is to stay away from those three. They can't be trusted. Got it?"

"Uh, okay." She sure seems serious about this.

The bell rang, signaling that lunch was over, and I still had so many more questions about the Plastics. I don't know why I'm so interested to know about them. Especially Eric Cartman...

I NEED HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did I get your attention? Hopefully. So, I would have made this longer except for one little dilemma that I was hoping you guys could help me with. For those of you who don't already know this, I'm going to spoil it for you right now. Aaron is Craig. And for those of you who don't know who Aaron in, hes the guy Cady (Kyle) has a crush on. So this means there's going to be some Cryle in here. Not much though. So anyway, I'm stuck on how to introduce Craig into the story. In the movie, he asks Cady for a pencil, but that seems kinda weak. So I was gonna have him get in trouble with the teacher and that's how Kyle comes to notice him. Problem is, Cady falls head over heels for Aaron at first sight. But to have Kyle crushing on a guy like Craig like a little school girl is too OOC for me to handle. So my question for you is if you can give me any suggestions as to how this is going to work? I seriously need some help or else there might be a big delay for chapter 3.

This chapter is so stupid. I'm not satisfied with how its written, and the OOCness is making me sick. In case you didn't know, an Irish whisper is like a really loud whisper. It doesn't mean Wendy was speaking in an Irish accent or anything. I hope you guys liked this more than I do, and review please. Maybe it'll give me the strength to make this less crappy.