AN: 'Kay, now the story really begins! Oh, please take note that the prologue took place around Mid April, a month before school lets out. Also, the school year will take place from early August to mid May.
Okay. Format explanation! The time and date will be above the little scenes. And if it's the same date and time, it's happening at the same time. It may switch from one day, to another, and back again. But there will always be a date and time above. Any questions?
One: Threw a Crazy Party
Early August, last year…
10th August, 8.17AM
Killer hangovers plagued just about every Senior at South Park High, along with half of the Juniors.
But even though they spent the day bitching about it, the party had been so worth it. They'd all do it again.
Even if they shouldn't have.
A day earlier, 9th August, 11.30PM
Earlier, Clyde had a teensy, tiny doubt about going to a party on a Monday night for the second week in a row. But now, that was all the way at the back of his mind.
Mainly because the football player was too busy getting drunk to notice much.
"Craig!" he screeched, grabbing the nearest person with black hair and hugging them. "Bro hug!"
"Uh, Clyde, I'm not Craig."
The brunette pulled away and look skeptically at who he thought was Craig. The black haired teenager wasn't wearing a chullo. And come to think of it, his (or maybe her) hair was a sleek, wavyish bob. The eyes… They were brown, not Craig's icy blue that stared and burned into your soul. And this person was quite a few inches shorter than Craig. Actually, he or she was shorter than Clyde. And Clyde wasn't very tall. So whoever it was, they were probably a girl. And she was wearing jeans and a pink top. Craig hated pink.
He blinked. "Rory?"
The figure chuckled. "You're really drunk, aren't ya? No, I'm Gabby. Hello? I've been friends with you for, like, ten years. And Rory's a red head, Clyde. How did you even…"
She trailed off, giggling a little.
So Craig was actually Gabby. Were they, like, the same person or something? Was Kyle actually Stan? Was he actually Cartman?
God, no, he wasn't Cartman. Was he? He couldn't be Cartman! Not after he'd worked so hard to be cool, to lose weight, to be on the football team. Though he hadn't been able to give up gaming. But still. He was Clyde, damn it, the awesome and hot football player, with a letterman jacket to prove it. (And a little closeted geekiness, not that he'd ever admit to that.) Not Cartman.
"Am I Cartman?" he whined, tugging on Gabby's arm.
"Um. No."
9th August, 11.30PM
"Great party, Stan!" one of the cheerleaders called, waving at him. He was pretty sure her name was Ariel or something like that. Rory's little sister. He winked at her and waved back, a grin working its way across his face.
He hadn't been so sure people would want to come to a party on a Monday on the second week of school. Actually, he hadn't been sure he wanted to throw the party in the first place. They were Seniors now, and the teachers were brutal when it came to dishing out homework. Just for Calculus, he'd gotten around five pages worth of sums, which amounted to over two hours of studying, without breaks. And he still had Honours English, AP Geography, French… But Kenny had insisted.
And pretty much the whole Senior class, along with some of the Juniors, had shown up.
"What did I tell you, Stan?" Kenny threw an arm around the taller boy's shoulders. "Great turn out. Lots of hot chicks." His eyes zeroed in on Riot May, whose striking fire truck red hair and figure hugging shirt had caught his attention.
Stan smirked. "Totally, dude." They fist bumped. Around a month ago, he and Wendy had finally ended it for good, and he was now a swinging single. Goodbye no-sex-EVER-Wendy, and hello loose girls.
"You think Riot would sleep with me?" Kenny was now very obviously checking her out, running his eyes up and down her curvy body to finally rest on her boobs. "God was pretty generous to her." The blonde noted, his blue eyes glinting.
"No. Craig would kick your ass. And she has too much self respect."
"They're not dating! She's fair game!" Kenny protested, throwing his arms up.
Stan snorted. "Dating's not a sport, Ken."
"Who said anything about dating?"
Stan rolled his eyes. This was typical of Kenny, who could get just about any girl he wanted in bed with him.
"I'm going to go talk to her." Kenny said decisively, brushing nonexistent dust off his orange hoodie, which he'd gotten after his parka had finally worn out.
"And I'm going to stand here and watch you fail."
"Lovin' the support, dude," Kenny's voice dripped with sarcasm.
Stan just grinned as he watched Kenny grab a beer from a cooler and make his way towards Riot.
Some things would just never change.
9th August, 11.35PM
The music was absolutely pounding. 'I Like It Like That' screamed out of the speakers at Stan's house, pouring out onto the streets for any passerby to hear.
Iva Biggun could hear it from her house.
And the brunette happened to live four blocks away from the Marsh household.
Iva scowled and put down her laptop. She was just finishing up her latest blog post, 'Why Damien Thorne is a waste of space and should stop inhaling the already limited oxygen', and was not happy that the music was breaking her concentration. She'd heard about the party. Butters had told her about it during lunch.
Toying with the heart shaped locket around her neck that held a picture of Gregory in it, Iva trooped downstairs to the living room to get her hand phone from where she'd left it on the couch. Then she paused.
Should she or shouldn't she? They were disturbing the peace. They were probably engaging in all sorts of horrible acts that went against the bible. She had to try and guide them back onto the right path. The more souls in heaven, the better.
Though, some of the students were beyond help already.
But, Iva thought as she smoothed down her blunt bangs, the rest can still be saved.
She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello? Officer? Yes, I'm calling to report a party at the Marsh household. The music is absolutely deafening. I can hear it from four blocks away."
When they were at the golden gates of Heaven, they would thank her.
9th August, 11.42PM
At least half the teenagers at the party were trashed. Boys and girl alike were stumbling around, groping their friends, random objects and the wall to stay upright. Some were doing incredibly stupid things. A few had 'borrowed' the bedrooms in the house for reasons no one really wanted to know.
"HEY, YOU!" Bebe screamed. "YOU THINK IT'S COOL TO MOLEST PEOPLE? Because, it's like, NOT!"
Bebe was yelling at a cactus.
Across the room, Wendy cringed.
"Guess she had too much to drink." Wendy sighed, shaking her head.
Arissa Carter grinned. "Probably!" The petite brunette flipped her chestnut layers forward and looked up at Wendy through her straight bangs. She was a little unsteady on her feet as well. "But almost everyone is pretty much drunk as hell right now."
"But she's yelling at a cactus!"
"Guys, guess what?" a green eyed girl said. Bonnie Snyder, the last member of Wendy's quartet approached them.
The duo turned to face the excited looking blonde.
"Red just told me that Mandy saw Gabby and Clyde together. And they were hugging really tight."
Gossip. Wendy perked up. "Seriously? But aren't Clyde and Lola dating?"
"That's what I heard. And they're still together."
Arissa's chocolate brown eyes narrowed. "Then what's Clyde doing hugging another girl?"
Bonnie shrugged, twirling a honey blonde ringlet around her finger. "Who knows? But Red thinks Gabby likes Clyde."
Then the three cheerleaders saw Heidi, Lola's best friend walking nearby.
Of course, their reaction was immediate.
"Hey, Heidi! Did you hear?"
And that is how the rumour mill works.
9th August, 11.43PM
Kyle wasn't sure what he was doing here. Sure, he went to parties as often as the next guy, but it was a Monday. They had school tomorrow. So he hadn't planned on drinking, and promised himself he'd be home by eleven.
But it was 11.43, and he was drunk.
At least, he thought he was drunk.
Actually, he wasn't really sure what was going on. At all.
"Kyle, how much did you drink?" Aurora Neilson, the resident drama queen, asked him as she poked his arm.
He looked at Rory. She was a red head, like he was. Only her hair was in a wavy bob, while Kyle's was straightened (with Cartman's help- at least the fatass was good for something), and short. And she had green eyes like him too. Maybe they were like, soul sisters. But then he realized something.
"Hey, Rory, you're like, a ginger." Kyle smiled cheesily at her. "But you have a soul, right?"
"Asshole! Of course I have a soul! I'm not some soulless freak that eats children for breakfast. Have some consideration, Kyle. God, you don't just go around asking people if they have a SOUL!"
That was what she said, but Kyle only saw her lips moving, and her hands flying. God, she was so dramatic. Then he remembered he was supposed to be listening to her.
Crap. What had she said?
Kenny strolled by, sparing Kyle. "My God, you're smashed. Riot dumped her drink on my head! Can you believe it?"
"Serves you right, McCormick," Rory said, a smirk on her face. "You know, maybe you could take the pains to call a girl back? Not just hit and ditch?"
"Hey, it's all in the fine print, babe. Kenny McCormick never calls a girl back."
"You should know better. Riot has too much self respect to sleep with you. And referring to yourself in third person? Not hot."
Kenny glowered, his orange hoodie that had replaced his parka splashed with what drink that Riot had thrown at him. Rory continued smirking. Kyle just laughed.
"You're all wet, Ken," Kyle slurred out, grabbing Kenny's arm.
An amused look crossed Kenny's face. "And you're drunk. Good for you, dude! Let loose. Go find someone to screw." Kenny turned to Rory. "You wanna have sex with Kyle?"
"I'll pass. I'm not really a fan of STDs."
Kenny and Rory both laughed.
And Kyle still had no idea what was going on.
9th August, 11.45PM
James Black was faring much better than Kyle in terms of being sober. But he wasn't exactly very happy for one simple reason.
Right smack in the middle of the dance floor, was Damien Thorne. And he wasn't alone. The Anti Christ was dancing with a short girl.
He had yet to identify the girl. Picking on the hem of his red skirt, Jamie frowned as he tried to pin a name on the tan girl Damien was spinning around in a circle.
Tousled blonde hair. Bonnie? What was Damien doing with Bonnie? She was a cheerleader. She like pink, for God's sake! Damien hated the cheerleaders. And the colour pink.
No. Her hair was dark blonde, not Bonnie's honey blonde.
Whoever she was, she was on Jamie's hit list.
"Who're you scowling at?"
Jamie turned to see Rydia, Ella and Ross.
Ella's short black hair was in a mess, and the boxer was swaying on her feet, a sloppy grin on her face. Ross was holding her steady, a grin on his face. He was probably loving that. On the other hand, Rydia's long blonde locks were neat, and she looked sober, which was to be expected, since the Junior feared alcohol poisoning.
"Her," Jamie mumbled darkly, jabbing a finger at the latest addition on his non-existent hit list. "Any idea who she is?"
Rydia pursed her lips. "Bonnie?"
"Can't be. Damien hates cheerleaders."
"Oh, right. Um…" Rydia shrugged.
Ross blinked. "Are you sure it's not Bonnie?"
Damn. Why didn't anyone know who she was? And, anyway, Damien was his. They were best friends, and hopefully, they'd be more than that. But that obviously couldn't happen with Damien dancing with blonde bimbo over there.
"It's Kylie or Kyla," Ella swung an arm around Jamie. "You know, the twins? It's one of them. But probably Kylie. I think I saw Kyla with Riot just now."
Jamie stared at her.
"How can you tell? You're drunk out of your mind!"
"I've got, you know, the all seeing eye. Tea leaves and tarot cards and shit."
Right.
A grin made its way across Rydia's face. Jamie continued glaring at Kylie and ran a hand through his blood red hair.
Damien was his. And he wasn't going to go down without a fight.
9th August, 11.50PM
You know that feeling you get when you know something isn't right? That something is gonna go wrong, but you just don't know what?
Kyla Smith was having that feeling. She had no idea what would go wrong, but she was absolutely certain something would fuck up soon enough.
She just didn't know when.
And she was worried.
"I have a bad feeling," she mumbled to Riot, who she'd been talking to. Well, Riot had mostly been the one talking. Complaining, actually. About Kenny. And since Kyla hung out with Stan and his crew, she'd been the one to be complained to. But honestly, she didn't blame Riot. Kenny could be very… Well, very Kenny.
Riot, who was on prescription meds for a cold, and therefore hadn't been drinking (which she was not happy about), looked a little confused. "Are you drunk?"
"What? Not really. But I don't think it's the booze."
"Then what's wrong?"
Kyla frowned, the nervous feeling still gnawing on her insides. Was it just nothing? Maybe she was just sleepy.
"I dunno. Just a weird feeling."
"Eh," Riot waved around a hand dismissively. "It's probably nothing."
Hopefully Riot was right.
"I hope so."
But Kyla didn't feel so sure.
Something was going to go wrong. Without a doubt.
9th August, 11.52PM
Turns out, Kyla was right.
Just two minutes after that, sirens blared, drowning out the loud music.
Everyone froze. Time seemed to stop. Everything, everyone was still for a split second.
Then there was chaos.
Everyone was pushing and shoving, trying to get to the doors, or even through the windows, just to get out of there.
"Everyone, grab a bottle!" Kenny commanded, as he and Cartman took the packs of beer and wine coolers and started handing them out.
"C'mon everyone, let's go, let's go!" Stan yelled, flailing his arms. "Grab a bottle and get the hell out of here! Go, go, go!"
They didn't need telling twice. As if on clockwork, everyone ran to the door, snatched up a bottle a ran.
Outside, Bonnie and Arissa were already running for their lives.
"My house! It's nearer!" Bonnie grabbed Arissa's wrist and steered her best friend towards her house.
"Fine by me!" They ran even harder as the screams of the siren got louder and louder.
"Get in!" Craig started up the engine of his car, glaring at Gabby and Clyde, who, in his opinion were taking their own sweet time. Tweek looked as if he was about to pass out. Riot and Token were trying their best to calm him down. "Hurry the fuck up! Gabby, you get shot gun. Clyde, get in the back. Now! Hurry up!"
Kyle was up in Stan's bed room, almost passed out due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. Kyla was sitting on the floor next to Kyle, a surprising calm look on her face. Rory paced the floor in front of them, praying the police wouldn't come up here.
If they did breathalyzers, all three of them were dead.
As all of them ran or drove away, the police got nearer and nearer.
Stan held his breath. Not good. Not good at all.
Fuck. He was dead if his parents found out.
"Everyone's out," Cartman grimaced. "God. What do we tell the cops?"
Kenny winced. "Fucking hell, how'd they even find out? This sucks."
"It's simple." Stan exhaled. He looked determined.
"We lie."
10th August, 8.17AM
"Shit," Kyle mumbled, his head in his hands. "I'm gonna die. My head is pounding like a bitch."
Kenny leaned his head onto Cartman's shoulder, despite his best friend's protests. "You're not the only one, Broflovski." The blonde groaned. "Damn. This sucks balls."
Rory, who, even hung over, looked dining room presentable, nodded. "I think just about everyone is hung over. My head is this close to falling off."
Kyla simply yawned. "I'm tired as hell. I'm gonna pass out in all my classes today."
But Stan just grinned.
"It was worth it, though, wasn't it?"
His friends all scowled. But they all knew that, if they could rewind time, they'd do exactly the same thing.
Even though they probably shouldn't.
AN: I somehow don't really like this chapter. But I hope you guys do! And thank you for your suggestions! I will definitely be using some of them. If you have anymore, let me know! Sorry if your OC is out of character. Be sure to tell me if I didn't get them right!
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