A/N: Continuation of the last chapter, again let me know it I should continue.

Warning: it's south park so expect everything and anything XD swearing is obvious.

"Um, you GAH! alright, K-Kor?"

I stubbornly averted my gaze from Tweeks concerned baby blues, preferring to stare at the untouched sandwich as I prodded at it for awhile.

Deciding to give dark murmurs about Michael's death as a reply to Tweeks earlier concern.

I felt the air around the table thicken in awkward tension. Releasing a frustrated groan, I stood up and turned to leave, only to have my wrist snagged by the one and only monotoned, chullo wearing Craig Tucker.

Shooting him a glare and tugging on my wrist as I asked him what the hell he wanted. He only gave me a small tug, before wrapping his arm around my waist and keeping me securely in my seat and by his side. "Stop running away from your problems Frost."

I opened my mouth to argue that I wasn't running away, that I was just sick of them treating me like a porcelain doll whenever Michael and I have a fight. However I was cut off by part of my now cold bacon sandwich being shoved into my mouth, I chewed in surprise and swallowed, sending Craig a 'what the hell' look.

He shrugged. "You hate wasting food, just as much as you hate wasting money."

I tutted, knowing what he said to be true, rolled my eyes and picked up some more of the heavenly meated sandwich, the lovely taste altering my sour mood slightly. "I was going to let you have it. Seeing as you ran out of your allowance and your too friggin lazy to make your own."

I was about to bite down, only to find a pair of teeth already sunk into it, looking directly into steel gray orbs only inches away from my own.

Reeling back and shoving the rest of the sandwich into his face and swallowing the rest before I choked. "What the Fuck Craig?!"

Chewing on the sandwich innocently, he shrugged again. "You said you were going to give it to me anyway."

"Not out of my fricken mouth!" I waved my arms around to emphasize my point, the rest of our company decided it was a good time to burst out laughing.

Turning to glare at the evil ones as I threw Clyde's grapes at them, they shielded themselves the best they could. "Sorry haha sorry Korrie! B-but your face! Haha"

"You bloody well will be!" I was running out of grapes, so I resorted to using parts of the leftover sandwich.

"Y-Your B-B-British is sh-showing Korrie," Jimmy said chuckling away to himself.

I frowned. "So what? I'll be as British as I wish." Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, which I had turned to silent during class, I brought it out seeing a text from Pete.

-Death & despair: Just seen Michael drive off, what happened? :/

I tutted, rolling my eyes.

-Ice-queen: He was being controlling again, I basically told him where to stick it. :(

-Death & despair: Again? God. Are you coming back here or you going with those conformists to that dismal hellhole called class?

-Ice-queen: Hell I ain't going back there, I'll be over after the bell. Hate ya'~

- Death & despair: Kay see you then. Hate you too Bitch~

I chuckled putting my phone back away, flicking Craig's nose for being a lurker.

And to my luck, the bell rang. "Well see ya' later, I'm ditching you losers~" Giving them a playful smirk as I walked towards the back entrance of the school parking lot, however, I found I had the blue wearing chullo boy after me again. "The Fuck are you? A lost puppy?"

He rolled his eye's whilst shoving his pale hands into the pockets of his dark blue jacket. "I haven't had a cig since breakfast."

"Pfffft excuses!" I gave him a playful shove, which he gladly returned.

"What's that conformist doing here?" A ticked sounding Henrietta asked.

"Shove off she-devil, I need a cig." Craig leaned up against the wall bringing out his cigarettes and lighter, offering me one.

"Nah, cigs are probably the only things I don't loose." Waving him off as I brought out my unfinished cigarette from earlier. "I will borrow your lighter, though."

Sighing he brought his lighter back out and took a hold of my chin, bringing me closer to him and lighting me up.

The three dark-clothed teens tensed up, watching the unusual show of intimacy. "The hell do you think you're doing conformist? She asked for a light, not a touch-up."

Craig glared at them slightly, causing me to slap his chest. "I'm not touching her up, she moves too much."

The three scoffed but decided to ignore it.

I flopped down onto the steps to the back entrance, looking over at my darker friends. "You think he's going to come back? Or are we hiking home?"

Pete groaned, flipping his hair out of his eyes. "He better come back, I'm refuse to walk and there's no way I'm getting that crappy metal death trap they call a bus."

I smirked, puffing out the poisonous smoke from my lungs. "Why not? You need the exercise."

I caught Craig smirking, as Pete shot me a playful glare.

Henrietta cleared her throat to grab our attention. "I came in my truck yunno. Not that anyone cares."

"Ah, sorry Rie. Forgot since you'd been coming with us in Michael's Bentley for the past week." Stubbing out my now finished cigarette, and giving her an apologetic smile.

"Yeah well, my Whore of a Mother said I need to take it out before it froze over or whatever." She glared at her rusty second-hand truck as she spoke.

Which reminds me, we were supposed to be fixing that thing up this summer as a last project before Michael probably left for college, a subject we'd all collectively been ignoring.

Craig pushed off of the wall, throwing his finished cigarette in a large pile of nearby snow. Giving a half-hearted salute wave as he came over to go through the entrance doors. "Bye, you depression balls."

He looked at my seated form that blocked the way back in, to which I grinned at him and wagged my finger about. " Ah, ah, ah! I'm not going to let you go with such a rude farewell to my lovely companions."

He clicked his tongue as he stretched his long legs over me, I quickly grabbed a hold of one as he kept walking. "Damn it you tall bastard! Get back here!"

He shook his leg a few times trying to get my vice like grip off of his Jean-clad leg. "Get off already! Or I'll drag you all the way to class."

I frowned, knowing the 17-year-old was, in fact, strong enough to do it, letting go and brushing off his worn out blue jeans. "Fine leave, asshole."

Patting my head as he left, I turned back to see the Goths staring at me. "What?"

They all shook their heads before Henrietta spoke up. "Nothing, apart from the fact that you're totally crushing on that conformist."

My brows furrowed as I stared at them in disbelief. "What? No, I'm not." crossing my arms as I continued. "Even if I was, why don't you bag on Firkle? He's the one actually dating a conformist."

"Hey! Don't bring my Ike into this." The youngest member of our group defended for his un-preasent boyfriend.

"whatever."

Henrietta had given us all a lift home since Michael never came back.

I was currently going through my cupboards to find something to make for my dinner, as my phone rang; recognising the ring tone caused me to roll my eyes. I pressed the speaker button so that I could carry on with my mission.

"What do you want Michael." Picking up a can of chicken soup and rolling it about in my hands, contemplating whether or not to have it.

"...Can I come over?"

I frowned looking at my phone and putting the can back, I could easily hear the conflict in his droll voice. "Your step mum being a Bitch again?"

"Bullseye."

I sighed. " Fine but don't be an ass. And bring money, I'm ordering in there's Fuck all in the house."

"Jeez again? You should stop eating so much."

"har, har. Your fricken hilarious." Grabbing my phone and flopping down on the dark gray living room couch. "Got your key?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in a few."

Hanging up and flipping through the channels, I tried not to think of the possible arguments that could occur once my curly haired friend gets here.