Chapter Nine

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Ahaha!", came an ecstatic croaky cackle from our favourite murderer, when he realised his latest shot had blasted a hole deep into a dire wolf. He wiped his brow tiredly as he crept towards the writhering animal. It whined in pain, much like a dog would do if you were to kick it, and kicked it's back legs carelessly as if to try and lift itself from the ground. "This'll teach you for stealing my fame, you fucking wolf bastard!", the murderer laughed manically as he lifted his shotgun into the air and swung it down upon the wolf's head with as much strength as he could muster. The sound of animal pain silenced as splatters of blood serenaded the brutal demise of the wolf. Deciding that this would be his third and final murder of the day, he pushed his cap firmly onto his head and began to stalk back towards his home. He may have been done for the day, but his murderous rampage on the animal wildlife of Stark Forest was very much... not over.

-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-

"What the fuck was that sound?".

"Token shut up. You're not going to scare me!".

"No Clyde I'm being serious. Didn't you hear that?".

"It's not working", Clyde protested nervously as he busied himself with Token's discarded comic book. Token sighed, just as nervously as the boy next to him.

"Clyde. Trust me. I'm being serious. It sounded like a gun shot". Clyde pulled his face from the comic book he was pretending to read and scourered his friends face to work out how serious Token was actually being. To his regret, it appeared that Token was deadly serious, Clyde could tell by the fear that was etched onto his face.

"Token you're scaring me now. Stop it". Token sighed for the second time, mainly to try to mask his fear.

"Fags", Craig muttered under his breath, unintentionally cutting Token off. He earned an accusing glare from Butters, but chose to ignore it.

"Don't call me a fag Craig", Token ordered in a threatening tone, to which he recieved Craig's middle finger. "You're a douche".

"That's nice", was Craig's non-chalant reply. Token rolled his eyes at the reply and settled back into his seat, Clyde quietly whimpering beside him. Surprisingly to most people, Clyde was a very emotional person and some of the stupidest things could make him panic and cry. Of course he often embarrassed himself when he let his emotions get the better of him, which was why he acted harder and more bluntly than he originally would have. He believed that if he made his personality seem more offensive and brunt, he would earn the respect of his peers alot easier. This had partly worked, as the more cowardly kids now had some sort of negative respect for him, but respect was respect and Clyde was happy to receive it. Whether it was good or bad. His true friends however secretly resented the fake persona he had put on. They preferred it when he was an over-emotional kid a lot more than the arrogant arsehole he pretended to be.

"It's okay Clyde. I was probably hearing things", Token reasoned as he comfortingly placed a reassuring hand on his bestfriend's back. To his surprise, Craig had even turned around and was now peering over the back of his seat.

"Yeah", his muffled voice began as it vibrated through the chair, "Don't worry dude".

-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-

"Is Clyde crying?".

"That's hot".

"Bebe?".

"What Wendy? A boy intune with their emotions is so hot".

"Is there anything that you don't find hot?".

"Cartman", Wendy chuckled at this lightly. At the mention of the name Stan, Jimmy, Kenny and Kyle turned to face the girls.

"Where is Cartman then?", Stan asked curiously as he stared at Wendy with an undescribeable emotion. She smiled at his expression, but then shrugged in a very un-lady like fashion.

"Like Bebe said. Only Nathan went to see him. Only he knows".

"Oh. Right", Stan replied in a sub-dued tone. Wendy always had this affect on him. She made him giddy. She made his head hurt in all the right ways. He just couldn't explain it.

"How come he hasn't told Red?". Kyle asked this. His question more directed to Bebe then Wendy. None the less, Wendy paid attention to her friend's reply.

"There not together really", Bebe explained before looking over her shoulder to check whether Red was watching her. Luckily Red was already deeply engaged in a conversation with Lola. Her hands being flung around wildly as she explained something in a very dramatic way. Noting that Red wasn't listening, Bebe turned back to her friends. "Red likes him though. She's just too scared to tell him". The reaction her friends gave her was mixed. Wendy 'aww-ed', Jimmy and Kenny smiled, Kyle faked a gagging expression, and Stan scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Sick dude!".

"What's sick about that?".

"We need to warn Nathan, Kyle. Before it's too late". At this, Kyle nodded frantically in agreement.

"What is there to warn him about?", Wendy hissed. Her nostrils flared devilishly and she gripped onto coat to try and calm herself down.

"Girls are yucky", Kyle answered honestly and bluntly. As if this were a fact that Wendy truly should've known by now.

"What!?", Bebe exclaimed.

"Didn't you know?".

"No Kyle I didn't know. I didn't know because girls aren't yucky".

"Well of course you're going to say that. You're a girl".

"Stan! You agree with Kyle?".

"Err.. Ye-Yeah. Sorry Wendy". Stan gulped at the suddenly empty expression on Wendy's face. Realising the extent of what this conversation was doing to people's friendship, Jimmy and Kenny nodded to each other, before turning to sit back in their seats and remain uninvolved.

"How are we yucky!?", Bebe part-asked, part-screeched. It was as if she had raised her voice to make up for the fact that Wendy was no longer interested in talking. She was just sat back in her seat sulking to herself.

"Girls have cooties".

"Nu-Uh Kyle. It's boys that have cooties".

"No Bebe. It's girls that have cooties. Ask anyone".

"Fine I will. Annie!". At the mention of her name, a small blonde girl turned to look at Bebe.

"You can't ask a girl!".

"You said I could ask anybody".

"Yeah but-"

"Well shut up then! Annie! Do girls...", she paused to add emphasis "...or boys...", another pause for emphasis, "...have cooties?".

"What?", Annie asked first in disbelief, and then a second time in a fashion that made it seem as if she were trying to cover a chuckle up.

"Who has cooties. Boys or girls?".

"You guys still believe in cooties?", Annie laughed. Heidi, a short pale girl sat next to Annie, began giggling along side her. The increasing volume of laughter caused Stan, Kyle and Bebe's face to redden.

"She's such a two faced skank", Bebe bitched under her breath so that only the three of them could hear. Well four if you counted Wendy, who was busy acting as if she wanted no part in the conversation. Kyle and Stan gawped at Bebe's bitchiness but made no move to defend Annie.

"Look. We only wanted to know where Cartman is".

"Yeah. That's all we asked, so there's no need to be a bitch about it". Even though Stan had directed this towards Bebe, Wendy ultimately thought that he had meant for that insult to be aimed at her.

"What did you say!?", she spluttered angrily through gritted teeth. Stan looked at her, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. Before anyone could reply, Wendy was stood up and was menacingly leaning over the seat infront of her's and behind Stan's. Before he could even defend himself, Wendy reached over and clawed her hand onto his jacket. Looking him straight in the eyes, she spoke every following word loudly and clearly. "Don't. Fuck. With. Wendy. Testaburger". Feeling Stan's heartbeat phrash faster against the hand his jacket was clamped in, she smirked deviously before letting go of the jacket and sitting back on her seat. Instantly acting as if nothing had happened, she turned to Bebe and asked her how long it would take to get to the camp. Bebe looked at Wendy through fearful eyes and spluttered an answer that Wendy seemed content with. Noticing that the conversation was now over, Kyle turned to sit on his seat properly and pulled Stan to join him.

"What was all that about Kyle?".

"I have no clue Stan".

"I- I only wanted to know where fatass was". Kyle playfully punched Stan in the arm to try to lighten his spirits.

"I know dude. I'll just have to ask Nathan on Facebook". The playful punch resulted in a small smile being placed on Stan's face, and he nodded at Kyle's plan. Maybe finding out why fatass wouldn't be on the trip would help put him in a better mood.

-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-

'Bzzz'.

"Oh Jesus! W-What's that!?", Tweek spluttered as he thrust his hands infront of his face to defend himself. Only a moment ago he had been fast asleep, a surprisingly calm and neutral expression displaying on his face. Obviously his coffee high had really taken the energy out of him, as he had been fast asleep for well over half an hour, but as soon as my phone had buzzed Tweek was back. Twitches and stutters in all their golden glory.

"Calm it Tweek". He jumped at the sound of my voice.

"GAH- S-Sorry man!". I rolled my eyes at his iconic reaction. In all honesty, Tweek was a really good friend and we got on really well. But his constant twitching and paranoid persona made it very difficult not to just decide to deny ever knowing the blonde, and decide to defriend him as fast as you possibly could. This was probably a very two-faced way to think, but being forced to sit on a bus next to the nervous nitwit was beginning to have a very negative affect on my personality. Maybe I should've stayed in my seat next to Craig. I mean, then Butters would've sat here and he would've had to of dealt with Tweek while I could just get some peace and quiet. Even though he was grating on me, I didn't really blame him too much for it. Tweek was Tweek. This was him. His panicked outbursts, and random twitches... They were what made Tweek, Tweek. He couldn't help being like that, so I really couldn't find it in myself to blame him for annoying me. He was annoying the crap out of me, that I'm going to admit. But let's just say that he's annoying me due to my own impatience and unefficient way of dealing with people. Maybe I just need some fresh air. I bet, that as soon as we all get off the bus me and Tweek will get on like a house on fire.

"W-What was tha-ACK- that noise?".

"Just my phone Tweek. Go back to sleep".

"I-I can't now man! That's way too much pressure!". Hearing this, I pinched the bridge of my nose while removing my phone from my trouser pocket.

"How can falling asleep possibly be too much pressure?".

"Cau-Cause you told me to go to sleep. I -AGH- can't go to sleep now that y-you told me too. What i-if you try to kill me while I sleep?".

"I wouldn't put it past me", I mumbled tiredly as I unlocked my phone and opened the Facebook app.

"W-What?", he asked loudly as his eyes ran up and down my face wildly.

"I said... I- I hope we get there fastly" I improvised as not to get another obnoxiously loud reaction from Tweek. When I looked up at him, I could tell that he was judging me with his eyes as if he were trying to work out whether or not I was telling the truth or not. Before he coould come up with an answer I decided it would probably be best if I just distracted him so that I wouldn't end up with an argument on my hands. "You need to cut down on the coffee Tweek. It's making you paranoid". He chuckled nervously at this.

"D-Don't I know it. -ACK-". He ended his mumbled admission with a particularly violent twitch, before looking through his bag. As he did this, the Facebook app finally decided to open up.

-Hello Nathan. You have 11 new friend requests, 2 notifications and 0 new messages-

How I had managed to miss this message when I was showing Tweek my friends from the previous places I've lived in was beyond me. I wasn't always one for paying attention to things though, so I guess this was no surprise. Feeling intrigued I decided to keep the friend requests till last and headed straight to the notifications.

-You have been invited by Osyill Ika to play Farmlandvillage-

Oh Osyill. Osyill was an African exchange student I'd met back when I lived in England. She was from a very highly religious family, and contrastingly was one of the sassiest people I had met to this date. I mean, even sassy meterosexual Clyde from yesterday had nothing on this girl. None the less, her sassy nature had instantly made me find her hilarious and we had gotten on well. The only negative is that she always sent me stupid game requests. Chuckling lightly I clicked onto the other notification.

-'Mom' has tagged you in a status; "My son Nathan is going on a trip today with all his new friends. Have a great day sweetie. Love you lot x"-

I rolled my eyes at my mom's over-affectionate status, but smiled at the thought that she had actually wanted to put this on a social site for everyone to see. I quickly liked the status before being shoved lightly by Tweek who was jittering away in his seat.

"You just knocked into me", I stated testily. Again, I received a very Tweek-esque reaction.

"GAH! S-Sorry! Don't -ACK- hurt me!".

"Tweek. For the love of everything whole and mighty. Stop panicking". I tried to force my most understanding tone into my request, but seeing as it was coming out a face that was contorted into an aggravated frown it wasn't convincing anyone.

"So -ERG- Sorry".

"What's up with you?", I asked with a tone that dared Tweek to decline me an answer, while simultaneously waiting for my friend requests to load.

"I've -AGH- ran out of coffee". I snorted a quick laugh at the situation, but quickly decided to manipulate it for my gain.

"I know", I began as I turned on my seat excitedly so that I was fully facing the nervous blonde. "If you go the rest of the trip without panicking another... let's say three times. I'll buy you a large coffee".

"Oh Jesus, that's way too much pressure!", he spluttered almst instantly.

"That was panic number one", I mumbled as I gave him a hopefully comforting look. "Don't you want that drink?". He went to say something again but he instantly clasped his hands over him mouth, and instead nodded at me. His eyes wide with fear that he was going to lose his chance to get some caffeine inside him. As soon as I noticed the fear that was filling his eyes I felt guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't right that I was using a weakness of his just for some time without his outbursts. But I also needed some time with him going 'Oh Jesus' every five minutes. Deciding that I'd buy Tweek a cup of coffee whether he failed or not I turned back to my phone.

-11 Friend Requests; Leopold Stotch, Rebecca Rederford, Heidi Turner, Token Black, Bebe Stevens, Pip Phirrup, Pete Melman, Sheila Broflovski, Polly Prissypants, Craig Tucker, Kyle Broflovski-

I looked at the list, and decided there was no time like the present to sort them out.

Leopold Stotch, as I had learnt a few days previous, was Butters real name so yes, I agree. We're friends indeed.

Rebecca Rederford... was actually Red's real name. This, I had only just worked out, seeing as her picture showed up when I went on her profile. Rebecca? I like that name I thin- Back to thing at hand please Nathan.

Heidi Turner? That was a girl in our class I think. She hadn't really spoken to me in person, but she hadn't been an arsehole either so I guess I'd accept her friendship. Token Black, was definitely in my class. Much like Heidi he hadn't really spoke to me much, but seeing as he hadn't been an arsehole to me either, I accepted him too. Bebe Stevens, was the blonde in the class who I thought was a bit of a... what's the word I could use... Attention whore? She liked attention basically. But she had been friendly with me, so I went and accepted her Facebook friend request also.

I declined Pip's request, as he hadn't spoken to me since Thursday I think? Even then, it was only to check I wasn't laughing at him. For some reason he had just learnt to not like me. If he wanted to be like that then fine. It didn't bother me.

Pete Melman was the boy who had apparently shit his pants at school not too long ago. Maybe more out of pity than anything else I chose to accept his friend request.

Seeing Sheila Broflovski's name surprised me slightly, but as soon as I remembered that I had met her and her friend Sharon when they had came around my house earlier in the week, I calmed down and decided pretty quickly to accept her friend request. I just thought it would be a good idea if I didn't get on the wrong side of her. As much I hate to admit it... She was a very scary woman.

What could I say to the next name... Polly Prissypants? Now I'm entirely 100% certain that no one in my class... or my school is called Polly Prissypants. Clicking on her name, brought me to a Facebook profile in which the picture was that of a doll. Most of the statuses were silly things and jokes that made me laugh, no matter how cheesy or terrible they were. If Polly was going to carry on posting comedy gold, then I was sold.

Craig Tucker. We all know who he is, and whether I accept him as a friend or not isn't really a question I'm going to ask myself. He may have beaten me up the other day, but that did not mean I wanted anymore beatings. I am totally not prepared to get myself bet up again. Screw that. I'm accepting the friend request.

Finally, Kyle Broflovski... Even though I'd love to decline his friend request, he had apologised to me about helping to beat me up. Plus, I now had his mom on Facebook, and I didn't want him telling on me if I declined him. (I told you guys I was a pussy. If you didn't believe me then, I bet you believe me now). Sighing, I accepted the last friend request and turned to Tweek who was looking out of the window, hand still desperately clutched over his mouth.

"Tweek", I started. A renewed feeling of sympathy in my voice.

"GAH! Oh Je-", He gasped before tightening his grip on his mouth.

"Strike Two", I joked before continuing on, "I was kidding Tweek. You're my friend. If they make coffee's there I'll buy you one". Okay. What I had just said was part lie... because I originally wasn't joking. But the rest was all true. He was my friend... and after my pang of guilt I had decided to buy him a coffee whether he won or lost my challenge. It was only fair seeing as I had tried to manipulate his panicky-persona for a little peace and quiet. All I got in reply was a shake of his head. "Why not?".

"You're Ly-Lying", was his mumbled reply. I guess it was only fair that he didn't believe me I guess.

"I'm not Tweek", I said simply as I held my hand out for him to shake, "I promise that I'll buy you a large coffee if they sell them". Tweek looked at me. calculating in his head whether or not to trust me. Before a choice could be made, he 'GAH-ed' at the sound of phone vibrating. Noticing that my hand was still outstretched even though he had lost the bet, he looked at me curiously, as if asking for my permission. In return I grabbed his hand myself and shook it before releasing his hand and picking up my phone. As I unlocked my phone it buzzed again. Obviously I was popular today.

-Hello Nathan. You have 0 new friend requests, 0 notifications and 2 new messages-

Smiling at my new-found popularity I clicked onto the message button to see who the messages were off. The first was off... 'Polly Prissypants'... and err. The- Er. Sorry. The fact that a doll had messaged me kind of threw my mind out the window for a second. The latter message was from Kyle, who after I had a quick scour along the bus aisle, I noticed was trying to talk some sense into Stan about some topic I couldn't really understand. Smiling, I clicked on the Polly Prissypants message.

-Polly Prissypants; Hello Assrammer.

Lovely. After quickly sending back a sarcastic 'Hey beautiful', I clicked onto Kyle's message and began to converse with the Jew who was only about fifteen steps away from me.

-Kyle Broflovski; Do u no y Cartman ay ere?

-Nathan Greylin; Yhyh, Y?

-Kyle Broflovski; Cos we wana no.

-Nathan Greylin; Who is we?

-Kyle Broflovski; Evry1 the front of bus.

-Nathan Greylin; Oh. Cus of Craig's punch. Eric got excused frum trip or sumthin.

-Kyle Broflovski; Weak!

-Nathan Greylin; Agree.

As I clicked back to the Polly Prissypants chat, all I could hear was Kyle begin to rant about fatasses.

-Nathan Greylin; Btw, do I no u IRL?

-Polly Prissypants; Maybe you do ginger. Maybe you do.

-Nathan Greylin; Eric?

-Polly Prissypants; How?

-Polly Prissypants; Who, I mean*

-Nathan Greylin; Just sum kid skool.

-Polly Prissypants; He sounds kewl.

-Nathan Greylin; Dis is defo Eric.

-Polly Prissypants; I don't know this amazing Eric Cartman person you speak of.

-Nathan Greylin; I nvr sed last name.

-Nathan Greylin; U just gave urself away Eric.

-Polly Prissypants; Fuck you! Fuckin' piece of crap!

Polly Prissypants is no longer online.

Charming.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Chapter NINE. Almost at chapter 10. I finished writing this at like Two in the morning, so if it isn't up to scratch, then forgive me but I was tried and blah blah blah. I wanted to do another chapter mainly focusing on the fourth graders. Just introducing their personalities and the such so that they'd be easier to develop in the long run. Adding their personalities also makes it easier to help structure the friendships in the story. Because of this, it's probably obvious that there's something maybe going to happen between Red and Nathan? Hopefully you can see the friendship between Tweek and Nathan forming along quite well too. To try to keep this interesting I made sure to include a little snippet of what the murderer is currently up to, and I added a few references this chapter for you South Park fans. Not so many that your head would explode though... only a few. The whole Facebook chat thing at the end is just so the readers can tell what sort of thing Cartman is doing at home during the trip. Depending on the completion and reception of this story, I might do a few spin-off stories that depict other people's lives in the story. I could totally do one about Cartman's time at home while everyone is on the trip. I guess it just depends on whether the spin off is really wanted by the end of the story. If not, then just see the Facebook chat as Cartman's way of trying to screw with the new kid ahaha.

Disclaimer; South Park is still owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone... Not me. Just in case... Facebook isn't owned by me either. Just putting that out there.

-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-