Wow, listening to Skrillex really gets one into the writing mood. Especially if there's violence or fear involved...or maybe that's just me. Dunno, but it works :B Sorry about the break, but here's chapter ten! Enjoy!

Parker walked home the next morning in Kenny's tank top and an old pair of jeans with his nightshirt packed away in a plastic bag. He glanced down at the sidewalk, remembering the events from the previous night, and grimaced; there was no way he would ever feel safe again in his own home. He only hoped that the others would be safe from the faceless creature, especially Kenny. If anything happened to him… The brunette shook away his negative thoughts and quickly approached his house. He stopped on the front porch and inspected the damage done on the window: either they were going to have to call someone for a replacement, or he'd need a hell of a lot of glue. He sighed and twisted the doorknob and pushed hard, and went flying into the living room and smacked into the floor.

"Well ain't that some shit?" he asked no one in particular, flat on his face.

The brunette heard the door open some hours later. He counted down the reaction time to himself: three…two…one…

"PARKER!"

He sighed and rolled off of his bed, and headed for his bedroom door. He opened it and peered down the staircase at his livid father, and waved. "Hey, Dad. Have a nice night?"

"Would you care to explain how the window broke and why there are dents on the back of the door?"

The brunette shrugged. "Big-ass rats in this town," he joked, grinning when the blonde man crossed his arms. "Okay look, I know you're pissed - "

"That doesn't BEGIN to cover it," his father cut in angrily.

" – but I can explain. You see…" He thought for something to tell his dad as not to freak him out. "I was having a nightmare, and I must have been sleepwalking again! Otherwise, why else would the door be bashed in and the window shattered?"

Parker's dad looked a little less upset, but it was still noticeable. "I was worried maybe there was a break-in or something. You remember what happened last time…"

"I know, Dad." He smiled a little and walked down the steps to meet his father, and gave him a big hug. "That didn't happen, I promise. This is a quiet little mountain town, remember? There's hardly any crime around here."

The blonde man didn't seem all that convinced, but he smiled anyway, glad that his son was at least safe. "Well, alright." He looked back at the window and sighed. "I guess I'll go call for a replacement. After all, it's just a window, nothing special." He smiled back down at the brunette and scampered off into the kitchen to make the call.

'I can't believe that worked,' Parker thought, smirking. 'At least this way we won't have to move again…Dad can't find out.'

"Hey," his father shouted from the kitchen, "do you think he'd let me pay with a good time tonight?"

"DAD, GROSS!"

"Okay, here's your peppermint white chocolate mocha, kid."

"Thanks." Parker took his coffee and sipped at it immediately, ignoring the odd stare of the cashier and the burning sensation trickling down his throat. He handed the guy a five and said, "Keep the change," before heading out through the door and walking the rest of the way to school. He let his mind wander back to Saturday night, and how close he and Kenny came to being Slender-food. Despite the tiny grin that crept onto his face, he still felt scared; if it happened then, it could happen again. Only next time, they wouldn't be so lucky. Sighing, he trudged onward, eager to get the day over with. Of course, he knew it would be hard without his friends by his side.

'I wonder how Kenny's handling this,' he thought, taking another sip of his coffee.

"H-Hey! Wait up!"

"Huh?" The confused teen turned around to find a blonde boy running at him, panic written all over his face. His hair was a mess and his shirt was poorly buttoned, and by the looks of it, he needed a lot more sleep. He stopped next to the brunette and panted heavily from running. Nervously he asked, "W-What time - nngh! - is it?"

Parker pulled out his phone and checked. "Uh, it's only a few minutes after seven. We still have a while before class starts." He looked back up at the paranoid blonde and smiled a little. "Calm down okay?"

The other boy jerked slightly and nodded. "O-Okay…" The two began walking toward the school, an awkward silence hanging about them. Parker glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Tweek, right?"

"Nngh! H-How did you know m-my name?"

"Gym class, remember?" The brunette smiled a little bit, trying to relieve the other boy's fright. "Dodgeball last week. I threw a ball at that Craig kid's face and gave him a bloody nose."

Tweek nodded, suddenly remembering. "O-Oh yeah…that - gah! – that was intense. But p-pretty fun, too." He smiled at Parker, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "Y-You know, you're not as b-bad as Craig keeps s-saying…"

The brunette cocked a brow at the blonde and sipped his drink, thankful it cooled down some. "Oh? And what does he say, exactly?"

Tweek suddenly tensed up, realizing what he just said. "Uh…"

"Ya dun goof'd, Tweek. I think me and him are gonna have a nice little chat during lunch today." He nonchalantly shoved his coffee under the panicking boy's nose and asked, "Want a sip? It's peppermint white chocolate mocha. Real good stuff."

Science class rolled around rather quickly, much to Parker's displeasure. He sighed as he walked through the classroom door, and took his seat near Wendy, Bebe, and Butters. The girls were still pissed at him, and showed it by glaring daggers and whispering things to each other when they thought he wasn't paying attention. Butters, on the other hand, was completely fine with him being there; he said hi when he sat down and asked how his weekend was, to which the brunette politely answered (with a lie) that it was pretty good. The two were chatting away, happy as can be, when their teacher walked in. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look up: false, alarm, it was a substitute.

"Hm, okay then class," she said in her weird foreign accent, "it seems that your teacher did not leave any schedule for today, so I suppose you can talk quietly or work on other homeworks you might have."

Parker smiled. 'Cool, no classwork today,' he thought cheerily. He looked down at Butters' papers to find he was getting a head-start on his homework from earlier classes, and decided it was best not to bother him. So he reached into his jeans pocket and turned his music on low, and slipped his green headphones over his ears to space out. When he looked up at the time, he caught a glimpse of the girls across the table; they were furious that he'd covered his ears, so he sent them a smug little smirk and set to work doodling in one of his spare notebooks. After a few seconds, however, he felt a violent pull on his headphones and looked up. Bebe was half-laying across the table, trying to rip his headphones off with a beyond-pissed-off expression on her face. Parker raised his eyebrows as if to say 'Really bitch?' and scooted his chair back out of her reach.

"You think you're so cool because you can wear your headphones and pretend nothing ever happened, huh?" Bebe spat furiously, still trying to climb the table.

"Uh, no. I think I'm pretty cool because I know how to properly tell someone what I think of them."

"Oh yeah, mister cool guy? What do you think of me then, hm?"

Parker felt his lips curl into a cynical smirk. "I think you're a big fat bitch, plain and simple."

The girl screamed, trying to throw off Wendy (who's been holding her back the whole time). She pulled herself on top of the table and flew at Parker, tackling him to the floor and knocking his glasses off. She sat on his stomach, punching and slapping and slamming the back of his head into the floor, screaming all the while. Anyone who even looked like they were ready to step in was immediately attacked with unoccupied chairs. She scratched the brunette's eyes with her long nails and screamed as loud as she could, "I'M A BIG FAT BITCH HUH?"

Calmly, Parker stared up at her, face bleeding, and replied, "Yes, yes you are. The biggest, the fattest, and the bitchiest. Now can you get off? All your weight is making it hard to breathe."

Bebe lost what little self-control she had left; she stood up and began kicking the side of Parker's head as hard as humanly possible, glaring when said boy barely even made a sound. It wasn't until the teacher ran back into the room with the principal and the school cop that she stopped momentarily to realize what she was doing. When she saw the cop standing in the doorway, she started bawling her eyes out and wailed, "HE STARTED IT!"

The principal hummed, looking her over and then looking down at the bruised and bloodied boy on the floor. "As convincing as that sounds," he said, laying the sarcasm on thick, "it would seem that he's suffering from actual hits. You, on the other hand, are completely unharmed." He nodded at the cop, who in turn marched up to Bebe and grabbed her shoulder, and escorted her down the hall. When she was out of sight, the principal walked over and helped Parker up to his feet. "Are you okay, son?"

The brunette nodded, wiping the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He looked around for his glasses and found them lying forgotten on the table. He slipped them back on his face and winced when the metal made contact with his scratches. "It's nothing serious, just need to rinse it off. Should be fine after that."

"You are a brave kid, son. Why don't you come with me down to the nurse's office and she'll patch you right up?"

"What about class?"

The man chuckled. "We'll write you a pass. Now come along." He let Parker gather his things, and led him down the hall to the nurse, with all of the class gawking after them.

"Hey, did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

Kyle sat at his lunch table with his friends, speaking barely above a whisper. "Parker got the crap beat out of him in science class."

Kenny's ears perked up. He looked up at Kyle, anger glowing behind his eyes. "Do you know who did it?" he asked, fingers curling into shaking fists.

"Bebe and Wendy is what I heard," the redhead replied, nodding. "Mostly Bebe though; I heard from Butters that Wendy was actually trying to hold her back."

"Where is he now?" Stan asked worriedly.

"Down in the nurse's office, I think." The redhead and the noirette looked up in surprise when Kenny rose out of his seat suddenly. His face was a cross between anger and worry. He turned and ran for the cafeteria doors, ignoring the others' calls after him.

'If I don't end up killing that bitch myself, she'll be lucky as fuck,' Kenny thought, jogging down the hall. He passed classroom doors, some open and some not, and ignored everyone who hollered at him; he was on a mission and was damn sure not going to stop for anything. He turned a corner and saw the office come into view: little miss bitch was crying her eyes out while the principal called her parents. The blonde grinned spitefully and rushed past to the nurse's office, and walked in as calmly as he could. When he saw the nurse jotting down notes on a clipboard he cleared his throat, effectively getting her attention. "Uh, is Parker in here?"

"Oh, why yes he is. Are you his friend?" Kenny nodded. She shook her head a little, tsk-tsking. "Poor thing got in a scrap, but he's healing up quite nicely." She smiled and stood up. "Would you like to see him?"

"Please?" Kenny asked, voice shaky.

The nurse led him down a short hallway into a small room. He saw his friend sitting upright in a squishy-looking chair and couldn't help but smile wide when Parker looked up at him and waved. The nurse smiled and said, "I'll leave you two be" before returning back to her desk down the hall.

The brunette smiled at the blonde. "Hey there," he said. "I take it you heard about what happened, eh?"

Kenny walked over and sat on his knees by Parker's side, frowning. "That bitch really got you good…what did you do?"

Parker shrugged. "Hell if I know, man. She must still be mad about that whole thing last week when Butters puked on her or something." He smiled again, and winced when his cheek started throbbing. "Ah, she really nailed me. You know, for a girl she can hit pretty good."

"Why the hell didn't you hit her back?" Kenny asked, upset.

"Dude, I don't hit girls."

Kenny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm pretty sure if a girl is beating on you, you have a right to hit her back. You know, like self-defense and all."

Parker shook his head. "I still wouldn't hit her back; I'd try to pin her down or push her off or something, but I just don't believe in putting my hands on another girl. It's how I was raised, you know?" He patted the blonde's shoulder and chuckled a little at Kenny's annoyed expression. "Hey, at least I'm okay though, right?"

"Sure, if you call being scratched and beat all to hell 'okay'." Kenny gingerly touched his friend's cheek, frowning. "If that's the case, then you're just peachy."

The brunette raised an eyebrow and grinned goofily at the upset blonde. "Really? Who even uses that word anymore?" he asked, laughing.

The blonde rolled his eyes and finally cracked a grin. "Fuck you, dude."

"My body is ready!" Parker exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air and arching his back to thrust himself in Kenny's face. "Just be gentle!"

The two boys cracked up laughing, amazed at what was coming out of the other's mouth. Kenny was glad that his friend was alright for the most part, and Parker was just glad that Kenny was starting to feel better and relax about all that had happened. He quieted his laughing slightly and reached over to wrap his arms around the other boy. "Thanks for coming to check on me," he said sweetly. "Sorry I worried you…"

Kenny grinned a little and hugged his hurt friend back gently, afraid of causing any accidental harm if he squeezed too hard. "Don't worry about it," he replied. He pulled back and smiled at the brunette, sticking his tongue out between his teeth. "Just next time, try to push back, alright?"

"Will do," Parker said, nodding. "I might not be back in time for Home Ec., but I'll for sure be back for Gym. That reminds me," he added, tapping his chin with his finger, "I have your clothes in my locker with my gym uniform. I'll bring it with me to class." He smiled again, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "Thanks again for letting me borrow your old clothes. And sorry about - "

The blonde put a finger to the brunette's lips, silencing him. He smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, Parker. That's what friends do. As for the other thing…well, it's our little secret, 'kay?"

Parker nodded, smiling. "Okay," he replied. He heard the bell ringing in the hallway and nodded toward the door. "You should get going if you don't wanna be late. I'll see you in gym, Kenny."

"See ya soon, kiddo," Kenny said, crossing the room. He waved and disappeared down the hall, leaving Parker smiling and pink in the face.

"Yeah, see ya…"