Okaly dokely, so umm this is a tad longer than the first chapter but I got really into thiis so yeaah.
In the next chapter I will be using OC's people gave to me soo yeah.
The bus came after about ten minutes of freezing, I went up to the bus doors immediately behind Kyle. I wanted warmth! Kyle smirked at me and took a step back, "After you Chris." He said cutely. "Why thank you, Kyle" I laughed as I got on the bus.
I looked around the bus, it was almost like time stopped, everyone was quiet and just stared at me. I don't mind having all eyes on me I mean I don't throw up or anything like that, but it was so weird. I smiled and started down the isle, I didn't want the front or the back-back so I chose a seat 4 seats from the end of the bus. The gang went all the way to the back and started talking. I heard a shrill guys voice yell "Who was that emo girl you guys walked in with?" I turned to see who it was, some fat ass. I turned back into my seat and closed my eyes, trying to kill him with my mind.
I opened my eyes when I heard the bus laughing and everyone crowding by the windows. Running down the sidewalk yelling was a tall boy dressed completely in orange, I couldn't see him because he was running really fast. Maybe I spoke to soon when I said the kids seemed normal….
When he finally approached the bus he was surprisingly not that sweaty. "You sit down Kenny, and DON'T be late tomorrow or I'm leaving without you!" crowed the creepy bus driver. The boy smiled and started towards the back. I'm noticing so far every boy up here is insanely gorgeous, especially this kid Kenny. He had blonde hair covering his eyes which were an amazing blue. Dressed in an orange jacket and skinnies, he was almost hard to look away from.
On the way to the back he high fived a bunch of people and smiled at almost everyone. I tensed as he past me, I don't know why, but just something about him is….. I don't even know. Anyway he went all the way to the back and started talking to people. As much as I wanted to "boy-stalk" him, I put my headphones in and let the music of my ipod flow. It was almost like one of those cheesy movie scenes where the character looks out a window and all you hear is sad music. Well, I did that for the bus ride until we arrived at the school.
I pulled my headphones out of my ears and threw them somewhere in my bag. I shakily stood up and checked to make sure my ipod was defiantly in my bag. I have a tendency to put my ipod in a spot where it gets crushed. When it was clear I made my way off the bus and towards the school.
I walked to the front steps and looked up at the school, for a small town the high school was pretty huge. A lot of chaos too. People skateboarded past me, Goths stood in a dark corner sulking, football players stood by the stairs with a squad of girls by their sides, and girls brushed by me. I stood still for a second and looked around, soaking in my new school, when an arm slid around me.
I looked to my side to see the kid from the bus, Kenny. He looked down at me and smiled and then started walking with his arm around me.
"I'm Kenny, and you must be the Chris Stan told me about" he said while still looking at me.
"Yeah, and you must be the kid running to the bus" I informed him trying to be cool.
Kenny laughed and squeezed me into his side. "Well, this is just a greeting. And I hope to see you around" Kenny took his arm off me and started walking towards a group of people. But not before getting a good look at my chest. I smiled and shook my head, I could fancy him.
I walked through the doors of the high school and looked at my schedule, Homeroom, room 123. I looked around at the door numbers, I guess they took it easy on me because my homeroom was right by the front door. Either that or they think I'm retarted. I walked into the room and to the teacher, she was an old-ish woman with an annoyed look permanently glued to her face.
"Um, Hello" I said looking around at the room of stares.
I don't think it could really be considered a homeroom, there were two people in the room. I'm not joking. There was a short girl with curly blonde hair and a red jacket and a cute blonde boy by the window.
The teacher looked at me and scowled, "Sit the hell down."
I stood there for a moment looking at the teacher and then turned. I sat down a seat away from the blonde boy near the window, noting how adorable he was. He turned towards me and smiled
"Hey, Im Butters! What's your name?" he said as he pulled his chair closer to me.
"Oh, I'm Chris. Can I just say you are like amazingly cute?" I replied grinning.
Butters giggled sweetly. Aw, that kid is fucking adorable! I noticed that the other kid edged there way closer to me as well. The blonde girl was very pretty and had this happy smile on her face. Her hair looked like it would take hours to do.
"And I'm Bebe" She smiled.
Bebe reached towards my schedule, and pulled it back towards her scanning it.
"Okay, well first period… I think Stan and Craig are in it." Bebe announced. "Im in your second and third, so I could meet you outside your first period class and walk you to the class… Uhhhh third period Clyde and Token are there and a few others… Fourth and fifth you have, well Butters in your class." Butters smiled ear to ear, and gave me a high five.
Bebe looked back down "Sixth, okay I think Wendy is in that class… Maybe Kyle too. Seventh is lunch, eighth, uhhh Craig is in that class. And I'm not sure about ninth." Bebe chirped smiling
"Wow, thanks. How do you know everyone's classes?" I asked looking at my schedule.
"South Park's a pretty small town, everyone knows everyone." She replied. "So how many people have you met so far?"
"Stan, Wendy, Kyle, Kenny, and you two." I said.
Suddenly the bell sprang to life and I kind of jumped in my seat. The hallways became full of the chaos that was outside.
Bebe nodded. "Well you will meet a whole bunch of people today. News travels fast around here so don't be shocked if people know your name" Bebe got up and strut out of the classroom.
"Aw, I don't see you until fourth period" Butters said sadly as we got up and started towards hallway.
I chuckled. "Don't worry Butters, hey I should go if I wanna find out how to get to my class without being late."
"Okay! See you later then!" Butters skipped down the hall and up a staircase.
The hallway was viscous; kids sped by and didn't stop for anything. I looked at my schedule, first period science, room 217. Okay, I stood still and studied the room numbers around me. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was trying to cross the hall.
Somebody hit me in the shoulder, and ran by me.
"Ow" I yelled at them. They didn't look back.
Suddenly I felt an elbow hit me in the back. I winced and tumbled down, throwing my binders on the ground.
"Crap!" I tried picking up everything from the floor; they were getting kicked in all directions. I spread out my arms to try to get them, wow my first impession I make here is that I'm a freak. Dandy.
"Want some help?" a voice behind me said. I looked up to see Stan standing with a "What the hell" kind of face. Well, I guess when you see a scene-ish red head spazing out on the hallway floor I don't really know what you would think.
"Uhh, yeah. The hallways here are like highways." I pointed out helplessly, still sitting on the floor.
Stan squatted besides me, smirking and shaking his head.
"Yeah, well this is like the main hallway. It's less intense in other hallways." Stan handed me a binder.
"Thanks." I said as I took the binder and stuck it in my bag.
"What class do you have now anyway?" Stan asked as we walked down the hallway.
"Uhhhhh" I looked at my schedule. "I have Science in room 217."
"I have that too!" Stan grinned at me. "You think you can manage walking down the hallway?" Stan added.
"Shut up!" I laughed pushing him to the side.
"Ahh, Stan Marsh. Late as usual." The teacher cawed as Stan and I entered the room, after the bell. Stan smiled at her and stepped forward.
"Ah, well I was helping-"Stan started.
"Sit down, Mr. Marsh" The teacher commanded.
Stan nodded and looked at me. His eyes widened and he motioned over to the teacher.
"Oh!" I walked over to the teacher. "I'm Christina Port, I'm in your class now" I bounced nervously from foot to foot. This teacher was seriously scary, I mean like "I'm going to eat you and feed your bones to my pet vulture" kind of scary.
The teacher's eyes narrowed and looked at me. What the hell is with this school and staring?! God, or is there just something wrong with there eyes.
"Ah, yes. Go take a seat next to Milly." She pointed to a girl in the back.
The girl was very short and had light red hair pulled into low pig tails. She was wearing a turquoise jacket and a tight pair of black jeans. She had a tan face and huge eyes that needed no eye liner. She was all around pretty, but was with a bunch of girls in tiny skirts and laughing entirely too loud. She must be a prep.
I nodded and started towards the seat.
"Oh, and Miss Port" The teacher called behind me. "Next time, dress more appropriately"
"What the hell?" I spun around, pretty pissed. "How is this inappropriate?" I spat looking at my outfit.
"Miss Port! This is your first day, I suggest you conduct yourself better" The teacher scowled.
The whole room went quiet and stared, no surprise there.
I swallowed hard and brushed my hair out of my face.
"Sorry." I said dryly.
God, it was going to be a long day.