Finally! The new chapter is out! It's shorter than the first one but I finally got myself to actually sit down and write it! So you better like it, or I will kill you! JK but I hope you enjoy. I don't think I need another disclaimer because you read my first chapter...so yeah.

commence reading...now ('-')

I woke up, my hair sticking to my face. I let out a low groan as I rolled off my bed, casting an angry look at my brother who was sleeping half way on the bed. It had been two weeks since we had moved and I had started my new school. I pulled on a brown sweater over my white t-shirt. My orange jacket had gotten really dirty the day before. I stepped into the hall after putting on my shoes.

Karen wasn't at my door like she usually was. I leaned into her room and saw her fast asleep in her bed. She was curled up in the covers like a little kitten. I leaned over her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek before whispering in her ear-

"Time to wake up Karen. You don't want to miss the whole day do you?"

"Mm" she moaned quietly before rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

"I'm gonna go to school now. It's like 7:35 now. If you forgot, school starts at 8:00 sleeping beauty." She smiled at me and yawned. I spun on my heels and left the room, waving to her as I closed the door. I picked up my bag and left the small house. The crisp air stuck to my face as I walked down the broken sidewalk. I left the poor part of town and stepped into that nicer part.

"Kenny! You walk to school? Since when?" Stan asked, running up to me from the bus he had just stepped off of.

"Um...since I started going to this school." I said quietly. I brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes as we continued to talk. During our conversation, Wendy ran up behind Stan and attacked him in a hug, kissing his neck gently.

"Kyle. What did I tell you? I'm with Wendy." He laughed as she hit him on the shoulder. I smiled at their playful fight. They became wrapped up in each other and I decided it was best to step away before they started doing more than kissing. I walked into the school, and not far from the door, stood Kyle. But he wasn't alone. A girl with long red hair was against the wall and he was standing I front of her, his hand on the wall as he leaned close to her.

"So...Red? You coming over later?"

"I don't know..."

"Come on...my parents are going to Ike's concert and I got out of it. So...I have the house to myself tonight." He gave her a wink, and she flushed a red that almost blended with the color of her hair.

"O-Okay. I'll be there at 7:00 okay?" She said, her voice shaking. Kylie's smile widened as he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I walked into class and prepared for the day ahead of me. It was a long day of not paying attention though. I should really start doing so, but I'm just too bored to do so. Fourth person finally rolled around. It was my US history class. I sat in a desk in the back of the classroom and tossed my bag next to me. I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and after straightening it a little, began to doodle on it.

"Okay class! Since you're minds are all getting off of break time, it's time for a project!" A low groan came from the whole room. "But...you all get partners..." A few people began to mumble about how it could be fun. "...the only catch is that I'm choosing them." Our teacher had a huge smile on his face that said "deal with it you little fuckers" as everyone moaned.

"Alright. Here are your partners: Stan Marsh with Kyle Brovlofski, Eric Cartman with Wendy Testaburger, Butter Stotch with Token Black, Craig Tucker with Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan with Heidi Turner..." He continued down the list of names. My name somehow was last. "...and lastly, Kenneth McCormick with Bebe Stevens." My head snapped up to the front of the room. Had my ears deceived me? Was I really partnered with Bebe?

"Who's Kenneth?" "McCormick?" "I think I heard about this guy." "Isn't he a trouble maker?" "I heard he stole the principle's car." I heard people murmur around the room. Where the fuck were they hearing these rumors from?

"Okay students get to get her with your partners and I will give the assignment." Chairs scooted across the classroom floor as people stood up and shuffled to join with their partners. Everyone was settled when I noticed that Bebe was sitting in the front of the class by herself, looking confused.

I stood up and made my way slowly to the empty seat next to her. My body was tense as everyone watched me sit in the chair.

"H-Hey." I mumbled as I placed my bag on the desk. My heart raced and I couldn't help but stare at her. I fumbled with my stuff as I tried to look cool. It wasn't usual for me to be so nervous. Especially when a girl was involved. I was normally calm and collected. Even in the face of danger, but nothing I had done in the past could compare to the nervousness I was feeling, sitting next to her.

"Hi. I'm Bebe. You must be Kenneth, right?" She asked.

"Um yeah but you can just call me Kenny."

"Okay Kenny." She smiled. I felt my face begin to redden and immediately looked at the floor to hide my blush. She giggled, which only made me blush harder.

"Alright students, here is your assignment: choose an event in US history and write a report as if you were a person there. This project will be due in two weeks, so make sure to research reliable information and you both work equally." He handed out a paper with our guidelines on it, and told us to start researching.

I placed my head down on my bag and closed my eyes.

"Kenny?" I opened one eye to see Bebe looking at me, shifting awkwardly.

"Mm?"

"What event do you want to do?" She twirled her hair.

"I don't care."

"Seriously? Is this the attitude you're going to have for the whole length of this project?" She became furious. "Are you one of those sla-"

"Okay, okay." I cut her off mid sentence. "Um...let's do the civil war. That'll be fun, right?" Her angered face quickly changed to a smile.

"Yeah. That sounds awesome!" She cheered, clapping quietly. I raised my head and rested it on my hand.

"Hey! You two!" We both looked up to the front to see our teacher glaring at us. "I said to start researching."

"Yessir we know." Bebe said politely. She was like all of the girls from those cheesy romance movies. The ones that are smart, pretty, and nice. The ones that are out of my league.

"Then why didn't you leave with the rest of the class?" My head shot up and instantly started surveying the classroom. He was right, everyone was gone. They must've all gone to the library and computer lab. We were the only students left on the room.

We stood up and grabbed our things before walking into the hall. Bebe began to walk down the hall but I didn't follow. She noticed and instantly stopped and turned on her heels.

"Hey. Kenny, why aren't you coming?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"oh...um...I didn't know where you were going." I said awkwardly as I scratched the back of my neck that was strangely sweaty.

"I'm going to the library silly." Heh. Silly. That's a word that not many high schoolers said. But it was cute to hear her say something like that. I nodded and trailed after her as she skipped through the halls. We reached the library and I opened the door for her. Bebe smiled at me as she walked in, grabbing my wrist and leading me to a desk in an empty are of the room. There were a few other people sitting at desks, reading or doing work.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She told me, before rushing down one of the rows of books. She came back a few minutes later holding a small stack of books. I stood up to pick them up for her and place them on the desk.

"Thanks." She beamed. We began to open read the civil war books just as the bell rang.

"Oh man! Here. You take this book," she said, handing me one of the ones we hadn't opened yet. She took the other un-opened book and we left the library together.

"You know...if you read these big books, you'll get dumber." I joked. Bebe looked at me, a brow raised.

"Oh. Is that so?" She played along.

"Yeah. That's why i never read books. I may not look like it, but I'm a genius." I laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah. And it's all thanks to television." I said, pointing my finger like all of those scientists you see on tv do. She laughed and playfully hit me on the arm gently. I bumped my shoulder against her playfully, even though she was smaller than me. We joked around as we walked out of the school. Suddenly, her phone rang and she pulled it out to see that she had gotten a text. She smiled as she read it and then looked up at me.

"Sorry. I've gotta go meet Clyde. I'll see you tomorrow." She waved as she sped up her pace and headed to the parking lot. I watched as she met with Clyde in front of his car. A 1969 Chevy Camaro. A classic muscle car that probably cost a small fortune. Bebe ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist. Clyde gave her a wide smile before placing a light kiss on her lips. I felt my blood boil as I watched them, but some force stopped me from looking away. My jealousy was stupid. She was already dating Clyde, and she didn't see me as anything other than her history project partner.

I shook my head and watched the ground as I walked away from the scene. I kicked at rock on the sidewalk as I began to walk home. My stomach growled and I clutched my hand over my stomach. I hadn't eaten anything all day. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. But when I opened it and surveyed its contents, I realized I had no money left. I desperately needed a job.

I didn't notice that I was still walking, and before I knew it, I was in the poor part of town again. There were rundown buildings, close together, that made up the "downtown" of the poor area. I looked at one of the window and saw a "help wanted" sign on the door. This was just what I needed. I looked up at the sign. It simply read "Spades" in neon red lights.

"Eh...can't be that bad of a place. Probably just some crappy club. But I need a job." I reminded myself as I opened the door, grabbing the sign as I walked in. I was in a small room with red carpeting and black walls. A shady looking man stood at double doors on the other side of the room smoking a cigarette. The area was furnished with small black and red chair a and the lights were dim.

"What do you want?" The man growled. I took a step back, before gripping the sign and walking up to him.

"Um...I saw the help wanted sign...a-and I'd like to apply." I stuttered. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and blemish the smoke in my face. It was an awful smell that I hated. I was used to it since my dad smoked about a pack a day, but I still hated it with a passion. I coughed and waved my hand to blow away the smoke.

"You want to apply huh?" He asked me hiving me a smirk.

"Yes. I do." I replied. His eyes scanned over me and I stood as still as I could. Unsure as to why he was doing it. He smirk turned into a creepy smile that seemed to take up his whole face.

"Yeah...I think she'll like you a lot." I felt awkward at his words, but didn't have time to react before her threw his arm around my neck and put out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe. He pushed open the double doors and pulled me in with him. The next room smelled strongly of alcohol cigarettes and sweat. I looked around the place and realized just what kind of club this was.

It wasn't the kind that I thought it was.

oooh a cliffhanger. I guess now you guys have to wait and see just what kind of club this is. Actually, I bet you all already know. But I will post another chapter, so...Be. Pre-Pared! Because it is coming!