You have got to be fucking kidding me!
Everything I originally had in my arms drops to the ground in front of me as my rage finally bubbles up and surfaces. I let out a frustrated scream as I make a fist and drive it straight into the locker, making a decently sized dent that was most likely going to get me in trouble. I turn to the unfazed culprit, a chubby kid stood with his arm still against my locker and a big smile on his face. His brown hair was straight and fluffy, and the bangs hung low enough to cover his eyes. But, instead, they'd been pushed back to catch on his knitted grey beanie. As an outfit he wore a slightly oversized red jacket with a white zipper line and white strings. This jacket, was worn over a black polo which apparently was worn over a blue and white striped shirt with a violet collar. Either way, both shirts tucked into his jeans, which were a dark blue and baggy. A silver clip was hung from the front right belt loop, which apparently was connected to a shoe chinpokomon key chain dangled from it. Behind said clip, and threaded through the rest of his belt loops, was a black belt with silver double hoops and a silver buckle. The jeans overall hung just low enough to crumple up at the bottom where they touched on his most likely Walmart brand black sneakers.
"What the fuck, man!?" I roar
He extends his hand out to me for a handshake, his stupid smile never leaving his face.
"Eric Cartman, at your service." He introduces himself
I bitterly swat his hand away.
"Don't touch me." I hiss
Eric puts his hands into the pockets of his jacket with a nonchalant 'suit yourself' shrug. I brush him off and turn back to my now damaged locker in a huff. With my foot, I brush all of my dropped textbooks, notebooks, and everything else to the side. I step closer to my locker where I grab the combination lock and begin to spin in the combination for the millionth time today. My eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I finish up and pull on the lock to open it.
Nothing.
I let out a frustrated groan and put my face in my hands as I walk around in a circle before ending back in front of the locker. Eric was still standing beside me, watching me with expectant eyes and a smug grin. I whip my head around to look at him, a sour look on my face as I glare at him with every ounce of anger I could muster.
"What? " I snap, impatiently
"I could get it open for you." He tells me
"Gee could you?" I reply, sarcastically "Considering that you're the one who shut it."
Eric shrugs once again, grin widening briefly as his eyes squeeze shut. He brushes me aside, and I comply begrudgingly, allowing him to step in front of my locker. He takes the lock in his fat, grubby little conformist hands and looks over to me with yet another expectant gaze. I lean up against the locker beside mine. I cross my arms over my chest and one leg over the other as I get comfy against the metal door.
"What?" I snap, yet again
"I need the combination," He replies "Obviously."
"Why you—" I narrow my eyes
"I don't have to open it if you don't want me to."
I uncross my arms with another frustrated groan. I roll my eyes as I turn around and bend over, picking up the schedule. I turn back around with the paper now in my hands to see his eyes return to my face. I shake my head dismissively and choke down my rage. I couldn't get into any fights on my first day. No matter how much everyone seemed to want me to.
"You're lucky this is my first day, pal." I bitterly hiss "Or else you'd be a dead man. The combo is 18, 3, 21."
Eric begins to spin in the combo speedily, giving me confidence that he would fuck it up rather quickly. I assume my previous position leaning against the locker, arms crossed over my chest, one leg over the other, only difference this time was that I still held the schedule in one of my hands.
"Nothing can kill me," He brushes my threat off casually
He glances away from the lock, his hazel eyes meeting my [eye color] ones as he offers a cocky smile. But just as it had happened, it was over. And he had turned his attention back down to the combination lock in front of him.
"Nothing ever has." He finishes, proudly
I scoff and roll my eyes "Oh I'm so sure."
He pulls on the lock, unlocking it with ease before he takes it off and extends it out to me. I'm taken aback, and it shows in how slowly I take the lock from him after pushing myself back off of the lockers. Eric pops the locker open as he stares into my eyes.
"I once made a kid eat his family after I turned them to chili." He explains
I snort and turn around to the pile of stuff gathered behind me. I squat down in order to avoid this kid's ogling of my ass as I pick everything up and stack it in my arms. It takes a moment of time and effort. But, it gets done and I'm already talking by the time I stand back up and spin around to my locker where I begin to put things away.
"Oh ha ha." I reply "Of course you conformists are all the same with your bullshit war stories."
"I'm serious." He insists
"And I'm some faggy emo kid. I'm so sure." I reply, rolling my eyes "Listen, tubby, your story is cute and all, but it-"
"Ask anyone in school." He interrupts "They'll tell you. Even that jew fag Kahl."
"I don't want to ask that jew fag Kahl." I explain, mocking his tone and accent "I don't want to talk to anyone else in this school. I just want to be left alone."
"But—"
"Cartman, you fat fuck!" A voice echoes down the hallway "There you are!"
I turn my head as Eric whips around to greet whoever was jogging down the hallway to see him. I snort quietly at the insult.
"Kahl, you son of a bitch!" He yells back "I'm not fat goddammit! "
"You're pretty fat." I add
"Stay out of it, unicorn vomit." He hisses, finally changing his tune
"Why does everyone phrase it like that?" I growl
I finish putting away the last of my stuff and close my locker. The steps slow down as I back up a couple steps so that I could see around the brick wall of fat that is Eric Cartman. A trio of boys slow their jogs to walks that gradually slow to stops.
The first of them who stood more towards the front was a tall ginger boy with eyes as green as plant life in the rain forest and with more freckles dotting his cheeks and nose than there were stars dotting the night sky. He appeared to be taller than 6 foot at the least and he towered over at least three of us, with the raven haired boy to his right being the only one who came close to his height. His hair was extremely curly and it framed his face with a gentle down leaning afro, the bangs—which were parted more towards the left. But, that could just be because that's how they'd fallen down his face after being pushed back—nearly reached down past his chin. However, because they were curly they hung just a couple centimeters above his jawline. He was dressed in a greenish jacket with a black hood and blue cuffs. It was worn unzipped—like Eric wore his—which showed off his bright white shirt that drooped loosely over his dull grayish blue jeans that threatened to cling to his skinny legs. He wore a pair of big, bright red Chuck Taylors that could make you think he was secretly Bigfoot.
To his right, as previously mentioned, was the second tallest of the trio. He was a boy with hair that was colored such a dark shade of brown that looked nearly black. His hair was styled into a long crew cut that swept up towards the sky without any noticeable effort. His eyes were a cloudy blue color and he had a couple freckles, I think. There wasn't really much to him other than his outfit. But, I can tell you that he was built like a wall of stone, much more muscle-y than Eric, I guess.
Ugh, I can't believe I just said that.
Regardless, he wore a varsity jacket—It looked exactly like the one I'd seen earlier—that was partially zipped up over his light brown shirt and said varsity jacket reached just low enough to beat the bottom of his brown shirt on the way down over his tight light blue jeans. He wore light green high top vans for shoes that looked brand new.
Besides those two, there was the kid who stood on the far left. He wore a conformist award winning smile that made me a little sick from how wholesome and pure it was—even if there was a noticeable gap between his two front teeth, he still looked like your stereotypical pretty boy conformist. His hair was a dirty blonde mess of waves that threatened to become curls, and it was parted off to the right. However, much of it still hung over his right eye and refused to be tucked underneath the hood of his dull orange hoodie. His hands were tucked away into his sweatshirt's pockets instead of in the pockets of his dirty jeans that seemed to have so many rips in them that it was an honest shocker that they hadn't ripped in half. Not only did they look like they wanted to rip in half, but they were clearly just a little too big for him anyway—he was clearly a twig and they were at least a size or two too big. I'm pretty sure that if they weren't rolled up at the ends—even if they still hung over the shoes—they would most likely completely cover the pair of obviously Walmart brand shoes that looked like they'd seen better days.
I mean seriously, at least Eric's shoes tried to pretend that they were name brand.
No matter what though, this kid definitely looked like the type of guy who would wear so much cologne that you would be able to tell where he'd been just from the scent hanging in the air. Even though he clearly didn't do that.
Or at least that's what my nostrils told me.
Whatever, back to the situation at hand.
"They come to finally get you away from me?" I remark "Or will I be held at gunpoint and forced to ask about the chili?"
"He actually told you that—?" The redhead says, surprised before he quickly shakes his head "Wait—nevermind. Who are you? "
I walk around Eric and pick up my backpack. I take a moment to dig through my stuff as I walk back around and disappear behind Eric, who turns.
"Yeah, you never did tell me what your name was." Eric adds
"None of your goddamn business." I sharply reply "That's my name."
"Oh you're the new kid." I hear the, assumably, brunette kid point out
"Gee, I had no idea." I reply, rolling my eyes "Don't you guys have a class to go to?"
"Don't you?" The redhead asks back
I release a frustrated sigh as I hang my head for a moment. I quietly shut my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose for a minute, before picking my head back up and returning to removing my things from my bag.
"[First Name]." I murmur
"What?"
"[First Name]!" I say, louder "You want my name so bad then there."
The dirty blonde makes his way over to me and grabs my locker, pulling it all the way back against the others as he leans into my vision.
"I like it." He tells me
He grinned again, with that stupid smile that I was quickly beginning to hate with a burning passion.
"What else can you tell me about yourself?" He asks
"That I'm well versed in the art of curb stomping," I hiss, turning my head to him "Step off."
"Don't you mean step on?" He remarks, cheekily
I roll my eyes.
"Kenny, stop pissing off the new kid." The brunette states "They've already been stuck talking to Eric for who knows how long."
"Hey!" Eric exclaims "Fuck you, Stan!"
"Fuck you, Cartman." Stan counters
"Guys—" Kenny tries to cut in
Kenny straightens up and turns his attention to his bickering conformist friends—if you could even call them that. They argued with each other much like my parents did, which could be amusing if I actually had the capability to laugh.
"Both of you knock it off." The redhead cuts in
"Mind your own business, you greedy jew!" Eric exclaims
"Guys, c'mon—" Kenny attempts again
"Oh suck my jewish nuts, Eric!" Kahl counters
I promptly close my locker and head off down the hallway, easily slipping away from the arguing group of four. I glance down at my schedule, reading along the line for fourth period. Apparently the first class I was going to attend for the day was math. Lucky me.
"Guys!" Kenny shouts
"What, Kenny!?" The other three shout in unison
They go quiet for a moment before I hear the sound of running footsteps.
"Hey, wait up, [First Name]!" Kyle calls to me
"Goddammit, do we really have to run?" Eric complains
"Shut it, fatass." Stan insults
"I'm not fat, asshole!" Eric shouts
I turn around, watching as the group jogs up to me with Kyle being the first to stop in front of me.
"Do you want us to help you find your classes?" He asks "This school is pretty big and it's easy to get lost-"
"What're you trying to do, sweep me off my feet?" I "Yeah, I don't think so."
Kyle's cheeks turn pink.
"It's not like that-!" He protests "I just thought-"
"Look, Kyle is it? I'm not interested. I'm not gonna trip and fall on my face for you just because you decided to walk me to class like a good little conformist loser."
"Conform- what?" Kyle says, dumbfounded and thoroughly embarrassed
"Wait, [First Name], you're a goth?" Stan questions
I glance over at Stan.
"Yeah, is there a problem?" I hiss defensively
Was I about to get into another argument?
"Oh," He replies, lamely "I used to hang with the goths, I don't know if you saw them out back by the dumpsters or—"
"Is one of them tall?" I ask
Stan nods
"With curly black hair?" I continue "Serious attitude problem?"
"Michael," He corrects
"Yeah, you can fuck right off, buddy." I dismiss
I turn away as Stan's jaw drops.
"I had an argument with that black basic this morning," I explain "I don't plan on associating with any of his conformist friends."
Eric puts his hand out to stop me.
"Look, the bitchy attitude is cute and all," Eric comments "But, like it or not, you're gonna need friends to make it in this school."
"No I-" I'm interrupted
"Just let us help you out," Kyle cuts in "I know being the new kid sucks. But, you'll get eaten alive if you go at it alone. South Park can swallow you whole, okay? It's happened to plenty of people who lived here."
"There are some who barely made it a week before they left." Kenny adds
"A lot of weird stuff happens in this town," Kyle continues with a nod to Kenny "I know it doesn't seem like much. But, South Park is fuckin' crazy."
"We just want to help you." Stan pleads
I glance between all four of them, making eye contact with each one. Part of me still wasn't convinced, part of me wanted to walk away from this whole thing, this whole town. I knew that it would be going against my own principals to hang out with these pests and it would most likely completely annihilate my image if any of the pastel goths back in [Hometown] found out about it.
But another part of me believed them.
I glance down at my boots, a quiet sigh making it's way past my lips as I asked myself the dreaded question of 'what am I doing?' Maybe it was because I was tired of arguing my way through the day, or just because I didn't want to end up alone after all. But, I don't think I could ever forgive myself for what I was about to say to these boys.
I shut my eyes tightly and force the word out, deciding to take the 'rip it off like a bandaid' approach to giving my answer.
"Okay." I cave
They share their happiness with their small yeses and fist pumps, from what I could tell when I looked back up at them.
"But," I add "You better not make me regret this."
"Of course not," Kyle smiles "Could I see your schedule?"
I press my lips into a thin line as I begrudgingly handed him the schedule.
"Here." I huff
"Sweet," He chimes "Now let's see what you have.."
"Jesus Christ, what did you do to that thing?" Eric remarks "It looks just as bad as Kinny's."
"Hey!" Kenny exclaims
"It's not my fault you're poor, Kinny." Eric snaps "Don't you whine to me with that poor kid voice!"
"Oh again with the poor kid jokes" Kenny rolls his eyes "Why don't you—"
"I have fourth period English with you." Kyle suddenly mentions
I look away from Kenny and over at Kyle, who looks up at me through his lashes. Suddenly, the boys all crowd around Kyle. Well, save for Eric, who just patiently waits on the sidelines with his arms crossed over his chest. He eyes Kyle, his eyes flickering up and down with suspicion, or maybe it was curiosity as Kyle, Kenny, and Stan all read over my schedule. Stan suddenly points to a random spot in the middle of the paper.
"Kenny and I have chemistry with you." He chimes
"We apparently have math with Kyle, and then German together." Kenny continues "And gym."
"You're in chorus?" I ask, skeptically
"Yeah, I love chorus." Kenny admits
Kenny looks up at me with that goddamn smile as I stare at him with a small bit of surprise. Kyle suddenly extends the schedule over to Eric. He gestures for Eric to take it, and the chubbier boy hesitantly takes it into his hands. Suspiciously, he eyes Kyle, before he looks down at the schedule he now held. I tap my foot as he quickly skims it over, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.
"We have first period together.. second.." He names them off, quietly "And study hall."
"We all have last period study hall together, I think." Kyle points out
"Sweet!" Kenny exclaims "One more person for paper airplane races!"
Eric hands me the schedule that I place atop my notebook.
"I'm not doing that." I argue
"Awwww! Why nooot?" Kenny whines
"Because it's stupid," I huff
"Ouch," Stan comments casually
The bell suddenly rings, signalling that it was time for—
"Lunch!" Eric and Kenny exclaim excitedly
The two share their looks of pure joy as they take off back down the way I had just come from down the hallway. Stan and Kyle both follow them down with their eyes, Stan being the first to take off after them.
"Hey, wait for us, assholes!" Stan calls
Kyle turns back to me, extending his hand out to me.
"You coming?" He asks
"I guess?" I reply, unsure "But, I'm not taking your hand."
Kyle shyly retracts his hand as I walk down the hall past him. I stop just a few feet away and turn around to look at him when I realize he wasn't walking with me. He stood in the same spot he was in when I'd passed him. Kyle awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks pink yet again as his eyes meet mine.
"Are you coming or what?" I ask "I spent my entire morning arguing with people and I'm hungry."
A small smile spreads across his face as he jogs to my side. Unphased, I turn back to walk down the hallway that was quickly getting filled with students pouring out of classrooms.