A/N: okay, my author's notes are getting to be wayyy to long so i'll make this quick(ish). Chapter three...yay! I have the story roughly planned out, but I just cannot seem to write competently TT_TT And, my stupid computer doesn't have stupid spell check(godamnfuckingpeiceofshit) so sorry for all the spelling errors :(
Also, the "real" list was supposed to be at the end of the last chapter, but word was being retarded so it didn't show up. But I HOPE you remembered the disclaimer about it from last chapter. If not GO BACK AND READ IT! okay? okay.
More A/N's at the end. Thanks you for reading and being patient with my crap mind
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STILL craig's POV
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I couldn't believe it.
The Real List
4. Bradley
5. Kyle
6. Jason
8. Kenny
9. Tweek
10. Kevin
11. Jimmy
12. Butters
13. Clyde
14. Timmy
15. Francis
16. Cartman
I blinked a couple of times but the words were still there. 1. Craig
"Th-thats the real list?" I couldn't even get the words out. "We think so." Token stated calmly "But we'll verify with the girls tomorrow."
"I thought Wendy burned the list the night that Bebe was arrested." Kyle said, eyebrows raised
"Maybe, maybe not." someone in the crowd of thirteen year old boys spoke up. Stan, maybe?
"So, i'm number one? I'm the hottest in the class?" I was still in absolute shock. A few people looked at each other and shrugged.
"Whateva Craig you stupid jew bitch, that was back in the fourth grade. It doesn't apply to today." Cartman remarked snidely.
"Okay, first of all you fat tub of lard, I am NOT a jew, and second, we all look the exact same, except more teenager-y and out hair sticks out of our old hats, so shut the fuck up."
"I-i'm number 13? Butters was is cuter than me?"
"Shut up Clyde, there are more important things right now." I snapped. Today was so not my day.
There was a pause and Butters broke the silence "W-well it sure was great we figured out the list, hey fellas?" Nobody said anything, not even Cartman. We all just looked down at the floor.
"Well, I uh, gotta go I-i have to...uh, do my homework?" Clyde said before slowly backing towards the door, then turning around and running up the stairs like a maniac was chasing him with a butcher knife, and out of Cartman's house. The rest of us all filed out silently.
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I walked home with Tweek and Token. None of us said anything. When we got to Tweek's house he just gave a twitch and a wave before disappearing into his house. Token and I continued on in silence. When we got to my house he whipped out his super-expensive blackberry and called for a ride. I waited outside with him until a black SUV pulled up. He got in and said in a voice I could barely hear "See ya tomorrow Craig."
I walked up to the front door and there was a note
"Craig-
We've gone to visit Grandma for the evening. Remember to do your homework and go to bed on time.
-Mom, Dad and Ruby."
Great. Parents and annoying little sister are gone, which should've made me so happy but oddly tonight it didn't.
I watched t.v for a while, then got bored and went up to my room. I took a shower and when I came out I looked at myself in the bathroom mirrior.
It wasn't that i was bad looking, but I wouldn't consider myself cutest in the grade, even if it was however many years ago.
My pale skin(never tanned because it's always snowing and cold in this hell-hole), razored jet-black hair and cold, hard navy blue tinted eyes made me look almost emo, but in a good way. That and toned defined arms and abs from being a top althlete since fifth grade, I suppose, made me a candidate for being voted best-looking out of all the guys who (formerly) went to South Park Elementary. But I certainly wasn't...hot. Or cute. Girls...they're all mental.
I sighed deeply as I turned off the light, crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. It was going to be a long week.
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A/N ...AGHHHHHH! i can't write lately! grrr i must've edited this damn story three million times and it still sounds like crap! sigh...i'm my own worst critic i guess...
Anyway, Craig's apperence at the end...I tried to make him sound, uh well, hot i guess? *guh...tokyo's being a perv*... but I had this vision of what he looks like in my head but the description just doesn't channel that
::shakes head sadly::
But, if you happened to actually enjoy this chapter, reviews are greatly accepted. And, a FLAME IS NOT A REVIEW! okay!? tips to improve= good. flames=BAD. very bad. you flame I will kill kenny. i'm cereal.
-TokyoMyah