Thanks all for the positive feedback, I will deffo take it on board! Next chapter should be a good one.
"Kenny?" The girl nudged the prone body clad in an orange parka with her shoe, "Kenny McCormick?"
Kenny began to stir, his vision was blurry and he had no idea how long he had been passed out for. When he opened his eyes he saw a girl in the doorway, her eyebrows slightly raised, her scarlet hair skimmed the tops of her eyebrows, she rubbed one of her eyes and squinted. She needed glasses.
"Kenny, what the fuck are you doing in here?" She placed her hand on her hip.
Kenny groaned, rubbing an egg sized lump on the back of his head.
"Sleeping," He muttered in reply.
"No ones seen you since this morning," She scoffed, "You've been sleeping for four and a half hours. In a janitors closet."
Kenny sat up, his world still felt like sludge but he put that down to sleeping.
"Fuck off Red," He sneered at the pretty girl.
She sighed tiredly and nudged him again with the toe of her shoe.
"Come on, get out, I need to get some stuff for Mr. Garrison," She strolled inside the closet, leaning over Kenny as he attempted to get to his feet. She reached up for something on the top shelf, the hem of her skirt riding up slightly and revealing an inch of thigh.
"Nice ass," Kenny muttered as he turned to leave.
Red slumped down, switching to glare at Kenny and pulling at the edges of her skirt.
"What were you doing in here anyway? Stealing?" She bit back.
Kenny turned, leaning on the door frame he smiled sweetly.
"Fuck you bitch," He answered before slamming the door and locking it.
He could hear Red frantically pounding on the wood and asking to be let out. Kenny just smirked and pulled up his hood.
"Dude, we thought you were skipping school," Stan asked as Kenny slid in beside him, his thigh touching his friends innocently.
"Yeah," Kyle agreed, "Either that or stealing from the janitors closet," Cartman laughed for longer than the others, louder and more incessant too.
"I bet there's some stuff in there that'll fuel your Dad's meth lab, hey Kenny,"
"Shut up fat ass," Kenny grumbled, staring at the brown slop that they called school lunches.
"You're right Kenny," Cartman said, causing Kyle to choke on his drink, "You want my soda?" Now Stan looked up too, watching as Cartman nudged his can of soda towards Kenny.
Skeptically Kenny wrapped his frail hand around the can, it was cold against his pale skin. Kenny raised his eyebrow.
"Are you gonna call me a dirty thief if I take this?" Kenny narrowed his eyes at the chubby boy sat across from him.
"No...no...take a sip," Cartman smiled, grinning, switching from Kenny to Stan to Kyle.
Carefully, Kenny lifted to can to his lips, waiting for the sweet taste of grape soda to reach his mouth.
"Dude!" Kyle cried, sticking out his hand and knocking the can out of Kenny's hand. Sticky,purple liquid pulsed out onto the table.
"Fuck you!" Kenny cried, throwing his hands up. It wasn't every fucking day that Kenny could drink soda.
Kyle sighed, shaking his head, a tuft of orange hair escaping from his green hat which he quickly stuffed back in.
"Cartman put silica gel in the soda," He admitted.
"Screw you Kyle you stupid dirty Jew!" Cartman squealed before retreating from the bench, waddling away to forge a new plan.
"Thank for the fucking heads up," Kenny glared at Stan who, instead of replying, spotted Wendy and escaped to talk to her.
Futile.
"Seriously dude, you bit Cartman, he won't stop till he causes you grievous bodily harm," Kyle admitted, shoveling a mouthful of sweetcorn into his face.
"Let him try," Kenny fingered the cut on his mouth, feeling the salt from his fingers burn his lip, he winced.
"Seriously dude, Cartman's crazy," Kyle insisted through a mouth full of food.
"It could be worse," Kenny smirked, spotting Bebe Stevens trying to usher Stan away from the 'popular table'.
"How?" Kyle asked absentmindedly, watching Bebe as she waggled her finger at Stan.
Kenny decided he should probably assist his friend while simultaneously hitting on Bebe.
"I could be a Jew," Kenny giggled, sweeping himself from the bench and walking away from Kyle's slack jaw.
Kenny pulled the drawstrings on his parka hard and then stuck his hands deep inside his pockets. He then strolled over to Stan who was being verbally abused by Bebe for trying to talk to Wendy. Slowly, Kenny crept towards Bebe, reaching out a hand and pinching her pert ass clad in a little red skirt. She shrieked and wheeled around, glaring at Kenny, her face matching her skirt.
Kenny shrugged and went to stand next to Kyle.
"Any good?" Kyle whispered. Kenny nodded.
"Kenny, you're such a fucking perv," Wendy sneered, folding her arms over her purple sweater.
"Up yours Wendy," Kenny muttered, muffled by his parker.
Stan reached out and hit Kenny with a balled up fist. Kenny laughed.
"Stan, are you coming to Lola's this weekend?" Wendy asked, batting her thick black eyelashes.
Lola sat at the table, filing her nail under the cover of her brown hair.
"You can bring Kyle, Stan," She smiled, her eyes flicking over to Kenny and then back to her nails.
Stan looked dumbfounded, he was never asked anywhere, let alone by Wendy.
"Urgh, sure, yeah," Stan kicked the ground, "We'd love to come, yeah, we'd love to be there," Colour had crept into his cheeks and he smiled shyly at Wendy.
Bebe stepped in front of Wendy, cutting the smaller girl from view. Bebe's eyes were caked in make up and her mouth was smeared with a lipstick that someone would only wear if they were selling their body. Kenny loved it.
"You can come too Kenny," Bebe winked at Kenny before turning and leaving with the rest of her crew, "I can't tell if I hate that asshole or not," They heard her whisper to Wendy as she disappeared from view.
Kenny turned to Stan.
"I cannot wait to touch her pussy," He grinned as him and Stan exchanged high fives.