Roxanne's POV

Chapter 10-

Welcome to the United States of Idiotica

Months have passed since the first week of school. Actually it had been like two months so it was only October 17th. Only but a mere few days before Halloween, any normal girl with a perfect like and a perfect boyfriend would be excited. You know, any normal girl but me.

You see, my boyfriend, all right, maybe he doesn't know that he's my boyfriend yet, so my future lover, hasn't asked me to the Halloween dance. Ah yes, the Halloween dance, it's the first dance of the year and it's the only exciting thing about Halloween for a high-schooler like myself. At least any utterly amazing one with a would be twitching boyfriend. Zody doesn't understand just how much Tweek and me fit together. We're like the most beautiful puzzle ever.

Speak of the devil in a pony tail and vans, my friend who doesn't understand fine chemistry, otherwise known as Zody, approached me. Roxanne, you amazing kid, you, don't bring up your love for that twitchy kid. Zody will bitch slap you, and we don't want to go down that road again, do we?

"Hey Roxy," Zody murmured with a tired expression on her face. She must be in pretty deep shit with her parents again. Mr. Melwood is a pretty scary guy, first of all, I don't get how he's allowed to work here and second is why she doesn't lock herself up in here room all day in fear of her father.

My mind went blank and all I could think about how her dad was most likely a secret pedophile, no wonder he worked at a school. But they must've realized this and made him go to a high school instead of an elementary school. Even then, I'm not sure what difference this makes. "Hey, is your dad a pedophile or something?" I asked, not even thinking about whether or not Zody was going to get all offensive on me. Sometimes she says I can be too careless. I have no clue what she's talking about.

Her face scanned mine in confusion and slight disgust at my words. "A what? No way, man! My dad isn't some child rapist who probably has a day job at a children's hospital. In which he gets to be alone with innocent children in their tiny-wittle-gowns all vulnerable and such. But the real question is why do little kids give men and an occasional woman such boners/lady boners? Fuck, I don't know," she continued to rambled on and on about pedophiles and their secret motives. This could get pretty annoying, so I would just tap my foot and wait for her to finish. A reincarnation later, she finally finished. But after know I started to zone out. I came back into reality as she finished her speech. Oh sunny day! "You know why I mean? Find their motives and take them down one by one." She pounded her hand into her fist in an uncanny joy. I started to feel bad for not listening to her; sometimes having the attention span of a squirrel can be a pain in the ass.

"Right," a little pat on her back with a slight nod of my head was all the response she was granted from me. Besides you know, me talking, but never mind that! She just sighed and whipped a dark auburn pony tail back and forth, barely missing my poor, poor, face.

"Yeah, whatever. I have to go make sure that Stan isn't going to start bawling every time he sees that little whore-faced-I mean Wendy Testa-fucking-burger. We only passed the first stage in my breakup-because-your-girlfriend-is-a-slimey-no-good-lesbian-whore-who-breaks-your-friend/crush-I-meant-fuck-you-rehab-thing. Oh, and guess what the first stage was? Stan not stalking Wendy and trying to get her to stop being a delusional freak then bawl. You know how hard that is? Do you! I don't think so. So anyways, see yeah around, twitchy lover." She grinned and stalked off trying to keep from blushing. Well, well, well, someone is in love with a certain Stan. Alright, maybe not love but whatever, close enough.

"Yeah, alright." I sighed, seeing as Zody had already started off down the hallway. Her loud footsteps echoing in the hallway. It's funny how loud they really are considering that there is like 50 trillion kids in here. No way man, that's absurd. Wow, I really need to stop talking to myself. Or you know, not.

With a small sigh I pushed past the tons of kids crowding the hallways. Another funny thing is how everyone always seems to be scared of me. Besides the obvious few, but still. Maybe I do look a bit intimidating, but that is no reason for Tweek not to ask me out! Oh shit, I just went back on the Tweek subject again. Maybe Wendy was right, I am a little obsessed with my twitch friend. If you know, he talked to me more. It's kind of sad seeing as he never exactly notices me. He's always cowering behind someone, afraid that the world is out to get him. I'd protect him, you know? Once again whatever, he probably can't dance anyways, with all that twitching and what not.

I kept my head down and continued to walk, eavesdropping on everyone's conversations that I can. Most people don't tell me this type of stuff so I have to rely on the world's biggest gossip trading center, better known as the hallways of South Park High School. A kid in a turquoise headband, who was shorter than most of the scattered kids in the school was next to a really tall guy and another moderately tall guy. Almost immediately I recognized the guys as Craig Tucker and Kenny McCormick. But the girl, her name was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't remember. No matter! Listen away I shall anyways, who cares about names any more. Obviously not me.

"So, you really knocked up another girl? Is that what my sources are telling me, McCormick?" She smirked and Kenny sighed, rolling his eyes. While Craig just crossed his arms and listened to the two talk.

Kenny looked down at the short teen with obvious joy. "Oh, I did much more than that- I mean, I don't know. She does seem to be getting a little baby bump. But," He shrugs "Doesn't mean I'm the father. She could just be another whore who threw themselves at me. I can't help that they're all attracted my charm." I never realized how much of a jerk Kenny could be. But I guess when it comes to sex and whatnot, most guys are. Except my Tweekers. Oh yes, he is nowhere near a jerk.

"Don't be such an asshole Kenny, you just lured her in with your sex god claim," She shrugged.

"Oh Ace, you'll never get the trade of the love game," He answered back and I got a little bored at that. It was Ace; that was the shrimp's name. She annoyed me to a point where I was going to jab someone in the eyes. More conversations filled my ears with rumors of relationships, sport stats, crush reveals, who had the cutest ass and so forth. It could get a bit annoying with all the idiotcy here, can't we all just get along and party like idiots? I mean isn't that what we're supposed to do? Become the idiot president of the idiotic party of the country The United States Of Idiotica. Isn't that how it's supposed to be!

The sound of my fingers tapping against the smooth surface of my table was as if the beat of a drum was playing right in the Mr. Holt's class. God I hate science and everything to do with science! I hate earth and space, unless we're talking about how much chemistry me and my twitchy lover then I hate chemistry too, if it's science or anything to do with science add it to the list! To make things worse I'm in the middle of a test, how am I supposed to know this stuff! It's not like he told us any of it! Or wait, did he?

My eyes flicker to where Tweek sat, his slightly uncombed hair, twitching eye, the buttons on his jacket in the wrong holes. He's the best looking guy I have ever seen, the way his eyes are like deep brown pools of chocolaty goodness, the way his blonde hair shines when it's really just the grease in his hair from him being too scared to shower. All right, that actually may be pretty disgusting, but there is no way I'm telling anyone that. Even more so someone like Zody or Millie. They'd laugh until it isn't possible anymore, then they'd ask how I knew this for a fact. That question I refuse to be the one to answer.

A? Or should I just put B? Wait no, the last two answers where B! This is nonsense! When am I ever going to use something like this! All I'm going to do when I'm older is take care of my Tweek babies. Then I'll please my twitchy man in every way possible. Oh boy, do I mean every way- stop it Roxanne! You're getting off track again! You have what, 5 minutes left of class? You're only on question 10! Hurry your hot ass up! Giving my head a little shake and clearing all thoughts about my lovely soon-to-be Tweek babies and pleasing my soon-to-be husband, and finish this test!

My eyes searched the clock, only a minute left to finish. Attempting to clear all thoughts of anything and fill in random answers without staring over at Tweek again and thinking about our kids Twitch and Tiny Tweek. A, B, D, C, A, D, C, B, B, C, C, D, A, A, D, B. A grin spread across my face as I look at the soon-to-be-failed test with utter glee. Who cares if I fail this class? Obviously not me or my Tweek and twitchy babies.

Slowly, I find my eyes starring at Tweek again. When I noticed his eyes are very pretty today, wait. I shouldn't be seeing both of his eyes, why are they staring at mine? Oh god, he's not going to scream, is he? Oh shit, I really did it this time. No! I promise I'm not going to kill him!

At that moment a high pitched squeal left his mouth, I never knew a guy so manly could have a voice so high. Maybe everyone was right Tweek isn't very manly. Would that make me a lesbian for liking someone like him? Oh sweet Jesus, no!

Question of the Chapter- Who should next chapters POV be? c:

A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long, I've been busy you know? XD Thanks for all the reviews and such, but I don't have anything to really say today. What a shock, eh?