Zody's POV

Chapter 6-

Eye Candy and Grazing Arms

"Stan, get over Wendy! She moved on, so should you. Besides, the dance is tomorrow and you don't even have a date. Tst tst, I expected more out of you, kid. "I sighed and sat down next to one of my best friends, Stan Marsh. He gets down too easy, because of when Wendy dumps him. But we get him to feel better really fast because we all know they're going to get back together the next day. But this time we all know that Wendy's not coming back. Why do I feel happy about it? It's strange, but I feel almost giddy. Maybe I had some caffeine earlier today…

"Why? Why should I move on when I'm just going to be constantly reminded of her? What about every time Jane Doe comes on the radio? We were going to dance to that song at our wedding, dude. "Stan put his head on my shoulder; I could feel the water works spilling onto my hoodie. Awkwardly, I pat him on the head and star to get up, him still clenching onto my shoulder, his cries getting louder with every step.

"I uh, I don't know man. Where's Kyle?" I look down at Stan who was now barely getting the name Wendy out through his tears. These situations are really awkward for me; I'm just not good with emotions and shit. But no, oh no, they all ha

"Have you seen Tweek?" Roxanne tapped me on the shoulder as she came up from behind. I bet she was just now getting here, pshaw.

"Oh you mean Mister spazz attack? I don't get why you like him, the dude freaks me out. But no I haven't seen your eye candy." I said, patting Stan on the back after he started balling after I said Eye candy. Why would that remind him of Wendy? What disturbing stuff would they talk about? Never mind that, I really don't want to know.

"You're so mean to poor Tweek. It's not like he can help it! Jesus Christ, man," Roxanne threw up her arms and marched down the hallway; leaving me once again alone with the depressed boy. Gee, isn't everybody so helpful? Sometimes I feel like I'm Stan's nanny or something. I am not old enough to be a nanny or am I?

"Good morning Mountaineers! Tomorrows dance is canceled because some students have been misbehaving. This is what happens when you kick soccer balls into a student's head, bully other students, and pee on the school walls. But I won't be too specific. Ah yes, and will Butters please come to office? Butters come to the office this instant!" Mrs. Victoria said, "Ah, and have a nice rest of the day! Oh and for lunch there will be mystery meat…" With that spoken the announcement clicked off, and the bell for us to go to our homeroom classes rang.

Students rushed down the halls past me and Stan when a familiar sarcastic, blunt bitch flooded past where I had the misfortune to be. I think her name was Lyra or whatever. I'm pretty sure she thinks that every single person loves her. I wasn't sure what else went on in her head but I think she admires Craig. The way she acts like him and stuff. But apparently she has also got it bad for twitchy. Lyra bumped my shoulder as she walked past me and continued to talk to Heidi, replying to my confused look with a smirk. A flick of the finger just told me that the color of bitch did not look good on her, speaking of the color of bitch; what would be that color? Pink? Oh, and what's up with her saying that people gave her blue roses. I didn't even know those existed! But she's friends with Cartman , go fucking figure everyone he's friends with seem to despise me…What I did to them? The world may never know…

"Does she hate you or something?" Stan turned to me and rubbed his eyes, his arm slung his bag over his shoulder and we started walking down the rundown hallways of our school.

"I don't know. People tend to not like me before they talk to me. Judgmental? Maybe, smart? No clue. All I know is that people tend to look at me like I'm some weirdo as they pass me in the halls. Am I okay with this? Totally." I nodded in agreement with myself and gave a small grin. Stan looked down at me and gave a small laugh. Wow, his eyes are really pretty. What the fuck was that. Do I like Stan? No way, there is no way I could possibly.. Just drop it Melwood. Drop it like it's hot.

"Nah, you're no weirdo, just a little strange and maybe you even come off as bossy, pushy, aggressive but, hey! Don't look at me that way!" He laughed and I rolled my eyes. Ha! Me? Bossy? No way man…No way…

"You're such a liar that you can't even understand it!" I march of ahead of Stan, leaving him alone in the crowded hallways with that girl Litzy starring at his precious ass. Did I just call his ass precious? I think I need to go to the doctor.

"Hey Zody, are you gonna come to my party on Friday? I figured since the dance was canceled and my parents are going to be out of town I'm going to through a party. You should invite Stan; just saying." Red smiled and slid me a piece of notebook paper before running walking to the other end of the room to give Wendy, Bebe and Emma an invite. A party, huh? Maybe that would cheer up Stan more.

"…You're going to go with Stan?" A familiar blonde's voice vibrated in my ears, causing me to turn around and face her. Her left eye was twitching slightly and she was gripping the desk's sides.

"I donno." I barely got that out before Ace walked over to us, allowing Litzy to have a small spazz. For some reason I think she's scared of Ace. But I wasn't sure why, Ace isn't that scary once you come down to it. She likes to act all tough but deep down I bet she has a really big crush on someone and is sensitive. Hah; then again, if I told her that she'd probably try to kick my ass. Speaking of the fluffy inside, I wonder who she does like. Someone needs to know these things, and I hope that someone isn't me. Way too much pressure, man.

"Are you guys going to Red's party?" Ace snickered and held up a piece of paper allowing us to see that she got invited.

"Yeah, I am. But I'll have to sneak out. You know how my parents are. Ever since last year, you still owe me for that, Ace. " I folded my arms and leaned back in my chair as I remembered an event last year that may have ruined my life. At least, my social life.

-Flashback-

"Oh god; what do we do?" Avery whispered as we all crouched down inside some bedroom in Heidi Turner's house, she was having a party. It was me, Ace, Avery, Kenny and Craig who went out of my friends, that was crouched in this room at the very least. There was a big football game the next day so Stan needed to sleep so he couldn't come; but the rest of the football team was there. Then Litzy was just plain sick, Kyle was too scared to sneak out and yeah, that's why I'm with them and sorta glad that Litzy's not here. She seemingly hates me for some reason.

There had been a party and some idiot seniors came in and crashed it. Apparently one of them got drunk and had a gun, after he got all pissed off he threaten to shoot someone. Of course, one of us was the first to threaten the gun man that she would kick his ass. Who else would it be but Ace? No one, why? Because she's as dumb as Kyle is smart.

The gunman got all pissy faced and threaten to shoot her. Did she back off? No, because she thought the gun was fake. Boy where we wrong, he shot at her, but seeing as he was drunk he barely grazed her arm. Ace being in shock and Craig being I don't even know, grabbed her arm that wasn't about to hurt like a bitch and ran upstairs, and what do you know! We followed him because he seemed to have a good plan. Seemed to, at the time. Well it turns out the Ace made the gunman more pissed and threatened to shoot every single person in the room. So everyone scattered running for their lives, it was fascinating to me really, his motives for even bringing the gun to the party!

"Ace, if we all die because of you, I will never ever talk to you again!" Avery declared and Ace just stared at her. After grabbing her arm she started to talk with a small voice.

"Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, okay? I thought the gun was fake and I wanted to know what it was like to feel like somewhat of a hero. Wow! My real motives for half the shit I do, happy? I wanted to know what it was like to save a life. But, I didn't want to sacrifice my own. You know what? Shut up, I'm awesome." Ace sighed and hit her head against a door and automatically swung back up. "That fucking hurt!"

"It's not your fault, exactly." I add and point a finger over at Ace.

"Pshaw, I know that. Why would it be my fault? I didn't do anything wrong!" Ace smirked and we all rolled our eyes. She wasn't normal, Ace anyways, she says sorry then says she knows it isn't her fault? What the fuck was the sorry for? We were trying to make a sweet moment but no, she had to go ruin it with her personality.

A little later the police came and brought us into the station because it was after curfew and they needed to insure that we got home. Ace's mom got there a few short minutes after; she must get her looks from her dad or something. Her mom had dirty blonde hair and honey brown eyes. The only thing that reminded me of the other is the way they carried themselves and their body frame. Long story short, her mom grounded her for a month and yelled at her for what seemed like an hour. Ace didn't even reply to her but with a few shrugs and I don't know. They must not get along well; I guess that's typical in a teenage daughter. But I never knew Ace could be so blunt and plain.

When I saw my parents walk through the door they looked allot madder than Ace's mom, I knew that I wouldn't have a life after that. Never again would I see precious daylight or the smell of the cool crisp air in the mornings. But then again, I could live without that.

-Flashback End-

"Ace. You're an idiot." I laughed and left Ace clueless; I'm starting to think she really prefers to have no memories of anything I want to bring up. Oh no, unless I made that all up or the government implanted something in my brain to make me think that and- Why do I feel like I'm acting like that weird Twitchy kid?

"Right..." Ace let out a small and awkward laugh before walking off to go find Kenny and Craig to most likely see if they are going to Red's party,

I moved one leg out the window of my room then the other. I was about out, about ready to go to Red's party when the door open. One word.

Busted.

Question of the chapter: What do you think Aces real motives where for when she tried to stand up to the gunman?

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