Freakin' Weirdos, Man
A/N" Oh, no, making it worse by adding more people. Dramatic much? Ooh, though. This is the chapter that reveals to Emily some horrid truths.
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The dance ended wonderfully... for some. Kenny and Bebe got kicked out for PDA, or public displays of affection. Emily thought it should've been called PDA... as in PRIVATE displays of affection, since they were making out in the janitor's closet. Tweek and Carly had the coveted disney night, its like nothing could bring them apart... nothing. Lucky butts. Cartman stormed out after his slip of the tounge, and left Wendy hanging. Stan and that new chick were kicked out, but Craig said he saw them sucking eachothers faces. Emily would laugh at that, but it made her feel sick. There was something in the pit of Emily's stomach ever since Clyde's discovery of her and Kyle behind the bleachers. Just the way he looked at her.. made her feel like she was lower than dirt. It was like she was cheating on him. It's just not fair. Why can't Clyde just get over her, or, maybe it was her who should get over him. Nope, not fair at all. Stop whining, lil' bitch, she shook her head in disapproval.
"Carly?" Kristin had caught up with her in the hall. For once this week, she was seen without Tweek holding her. Instead, he was getting a drink nearby. "Uhh, Wendy wants you to know that... she's sorry she made you angry about the whole thing with Emily. She really hopes you two will become friends." she was close to pleading. Kristin had become buddies with Wendy, and well, it made her a lot harder to have around. Carly scoffed, but saw the innocence in Kristin's eyes, and looked down, indicating that the conversation was over. When she sauntered back to Wendy, they viciously discussed something. What the hell happened to her? Carly was a little diappointed in Kristin's change of attitude toward Wendy. She was hypnotised.
In the past week, Wendy had convinced Kristin to take her mind off Craig. "Co-dependency isn't something you need. Having a boyfriend at all times just doesn't work. Have you even considered not being with either of them?" Wendy would advise Kristin over and over until it sunk in. And you know what? It was healthy. Kristin hasn't been so focused on anyone but Wendy lately. Maybe she was misunderstood. Or maybe Wendy was pulling all of this out of her ass so Kristin wouldn't spill any secrets.
Kristin was waiting intently for Wendy to finish her drink from the fountain. Carly rolled her mint-green eyes and walked hand-in-hand with Tweek into class. Kristin and Wendy both 'strutted' as Wendy always did, into classroom 401. Craig and Cartman were lonely, but faked confidence when they saw eachother. They marched like 'men' into the classroom, right before the bell rang.
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Emily dragged herself out of bed reluctantly. She was over an hour late for school. Ever since the dance, she just couldn't sleep. The image of Clyde just ran through her mind. He was stamped all over her dreams, shaking his head like nothing was worth it anymore. God damnit, she thought as she put on her black coat and navy-teal jeans, this is the outfit I wore when everything screwed up. When everything went abnormal. This was all too strange to her, she didn't want to look to far into it. She grabbed her disheveled Nightmare before Christmas bag and just walked to school. No need for a ride. Things were about as bad as they could get. Ugh, she would be miserable no matter what. If she didn't have Kyle, the world would be at an end, but if she did, there would be something to screw her up about it. Just freakin' get over Clyde. Just do it.
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Clyde walked into school about three minutes after the bell rang. Life was shit after that dance from hell. He was having a great time with the girl of his dreams, when that motherfucker Kyle wooed her once again. Didn't she know he was going to break her heart? He was an asshole. Especially at dances. Last year, he'd made this ugly homeschooled girl with huge curly hair a 'Damn Whore'. He was yet to be stopped. Clyde wanted so much to save poor Emily from the sick clutches of that covetist Jew. Well, that was niether here nor there. He waited outside Mr.Mackey's office for a late slip, but as hereached the door, it opened. Mr.Mackey was talking to some twin girls with bright hair. "Now girls, you'll be in class 401, m'kay? I'm sure you'll be fine, m'kay, people aren't as cruel as they are in Massachusets. M'kay?" Clyde was confused. These girls were identical, yet they looked completely different at the same time. Both of them wore Tim Burton shirts and jeans, but they had so very brightly highlighted hair, one with red, and one with blue. "Oh, hello there Clyde. These girls are in your class, m'kay? Would you care to take them there, m'kay?" The girls shot him a "get us the fuck outta here" look, and he just nodded. He quickly led them through the hallway, hearing them babble about the strangest things. "Whoa, did you hear that new AFI song? It was fucking awesome!" the bright-blue haired one exclaimed. What's AFI? "Dude, he probably hasn't. Hey, kid, did you hear that remix of that Flyleaf song?" Clyde just shook his head. "Umm, hi. I'm Cl-" they'd already reached the classroom. The red-haired one opened the door and scooted inside with her twin. Clyde sneaked in after them and sat down, considering all the attention was on the bright-haired girls. And that's how you get out of a late slip, he thought to himself. Kyle took notice of him and glared. His anger bored into his eyes, then he looked at Emily's seat, then back at him. Odd, it was empty. Clyde gave him an "dont look at me" look, and figured, Why should I have to explain her absense? It's HIS fucking girlfriend!, so he performed a "Craig", and flipped his antagonist off. Kyle exhaled angrily and crossed his arms.
"Children, children be quayit. Children... QUAYIT YA LITTLE ASSHOLES!" the class froze. "Ohkai, children. These two little guwrls are new to the clayyss, and I want you to make them fayll welcome. They just transferred from howmskewwling, and their fawthur would like you all to be extra niiice to them, because if youre nawt then their fawthur wont let theim stai, and I wont be paid extruh for hayving two more kieds in mai clayyss." Stan recognized one of them as Lauren, his date from the dance, yet he didn't know which one. Damn, introduce them, he pleaded in his mind. "This lil fire-haiyr over haire is Lauren Diane Kalinowski, and this one over haire is Milla Killa Kalinowski." The class was silent, except for Wendy, who expressed her disdain with a quiet but noticable sneer. Kristin obeyed her by doing the same. The girl named Milla Killa moved her hands in an L-shape, right at Wendy, motioning she was flipping her off. Old people like Mr.Garrison wouldn't pick up on new shit like that, so Wendy just turned to Kristin and whispered something. Bebe rolled her eyes. She couldn't beleive she used to be that girl. Milla and Lauren could quickly tell who her enemies were. "Ohkai, theyir ies a lack of extruh deysks, so Lauren, you can sit in this sait in Token's desk beside Stanley, and Milla, you can sit besayde Tweek and Clyde." They did as they were told and filled in the desks of the absent people. Class was really awkward without Token's smartass comments and Emily's ... well she didn't really do anything except take up space and crack the occasional joke when the teacher's back was turned, but still, it was missed. Literally five seconds before the bell rang, Emily burst into the classroom, with blue lips and fingertips. The class was a little releived to have this distraction, but Emily was a little blindsid.
MORE new kids? She looked at the girl with the cool hair in her own seat for a split-second when the bell rang. It caused her to jump a little, and her bag literally broke off her arm like an icicle and spilled frozen papers everywhere. The kids stepped over the mess awkwardly, and Emily looked for Kyle's support. It seems he was talking to Mr.Garrison about something. She looked up for any help, but just saw Clyde give her the same disappointed look, like nothing could ever change what she did. Wonderful. She stepped on a piece of paper and slipped onto her back. "SHIT!" she crouched on the ground, reeling in pain. Kyle came up behind her and chuckled. "You really need a new bag," he rubbed her back. He seemed to heal the pain she was in. She gave him a small smile and shoved everything back into her bag. "Oh, damn. Gym isn't co-ed this year. I'll see you at lunch!" he planted his soft lips on her frozen blue ones for just a second, and ran off to the boys changeroom. She held her gaze on him until he was out of sight. Guess what happened the second she broke her gaze? Her bag broke again.
That's it. I'm getting a new one.
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Emily didn't have gym, she didn't even know what she had. She saw noone heading for any classrooms. But she did see Kristin heading straight for her. "Hey Em," she was acting like she knew her more than she did. "Uhh, Wendy wants you to know she's awfully sorry about the whole mess, and she really hopes you two will become friends." It was like she was reading a script. Kristin feigned sincerity in her expression, but it was clearly some sort of ploy. Emily just accepted it with a smile and a nod. Kristin giddily grinned and skipped off to her master. What the hell happened to her? She's getting all 'girly'. I must save her from that bitchy world. Just like I did with Bebe, she bit her lip. Do I have.. shop class? Damn, it was getting sissy. Mr.Adler just sat there staring at a picture of an ugly woman named Susan the entire time, while the class fiddled around with the appliances. There wasn't much noise either, besides the occasional "GAHH!" from Tweek, who eventually just transferred into the Boys' Gym Class, with Kyle and all the others. She slipped into the class and sat beside Heidi and Carly. They were pretty nice, except for that time at Heidi's party, when they all were taunting the girl named Marjorine. Emily was the one who led her to the washroom so she could start crying. Not nice, per say, but it wasn't cruel like all the other girls. Anyways, after about 15 minutes of twiddling around with the hacksaws and confusion from Mr.Adler's leering at the photograph, the Home Ec teacher came in holding a big tray of cookies. "I baked you some cookies, Richard," then sniffed them for effect. Pitiful. She attempted to get him into bed with food. Not the right way to go, missy. Well, it didn't work anyways, it just reduced 'Richard' to a sniveling, weeping, bawling baby. He had many issues. Ten issues. Tennis shoes. Emily liked that word joke. It ended well, everyone got a cookie, and the Home Ec lady got to sit on Mr.Adler's lap and feed him Nicotine gum until he was better. Then she played some random "DIO" song from the stereo to entertain him. Freakin' Weirdos, Man.
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Shit. Hash Goulach Crap for lunch today. There was no way out, either. The emergency bag of Doritos she kept in her bag was stomped on, no doubt by Wendy. And to make matters worse, that damn DIO song was stuck in her head. "Holy divah, you've been down too lowng in the midnight SEEEAA," she belted out in a mezzo tone, as she joined the lunch line. Bebe and Carly laughed and bobbed their heads. Kyle came up behind her, "What are we singing?" he playfully flicked Emily's shoulder. They continued laughing and Carly replied, "Just some old DIO song," then they all belted the lyrics again. Kyle stared into space for awhile, like he'd just expirienced Deja Vu. Emily waved her hand infront of his face, but to no avail. She leaned over and pecked him on the lips. He blinked. "There we go," she giggled. He smiled at the floor, and shook his past memories out of his head. Bebe knew why the sudden change of mood occured, but just passed it off with another joke. "Looks like ol' Susan's got competition!" she broke the silence. Carly made a strange noise that could only be considered nervous laughter, and received the Hash Goulach on her tray. Kyle was still a little phased, like he'd had an epiphany. Bebe got her food and joined Carly as quick as she could. They accompanied the table with Kenny and Tweek. Kyle and Emily awkwardly got their food and sat down across from eachother on the "Couples' Table", as the losers like Wendy insisted on calling it. "AHH! Where's Stan? Has he been kidnapped? OH GOD! He's dead isn't he? AHH!" Carly affectionately put her finger on Tweek's lips, forming the "shh" position. "He's over there, Tweek. Don't be so damn paranoid!" Kenny clearly stated, after removing his hood and giving Bebe a kiss on the cheek. It was true, he was sitting alongside that Lauren girl with Sally on her shirt. Clyde and the girl named 'Milla Killa' ate with them. Emily turned bluer than her lips were. Clyde looked so happy with Milla. No, it can't be. She held her fork in midair, until the food dropped on her teal jeans. Carly also took notice of the girl with the Jack t-shirt on and the fire hair giggling with Stan. Carly "hmph'ed" and rubbed Tweek's inner thigh with her palm. He shook a little less effectively, and let out a long breath. Kyle finally blurted out something, "Do you guys remember last year's Bay of Pigs Memorial dance?" He looked frantic. Tweek shuddered at the thought. Stan was out to duct tape that Mark kid to the flagpole, so Tweek was forced to dance with Wendy. He'd plastered a smile on, as much as it pained him. But it was a one-time thing, and it was the easiest ten bucks he'd ever made. Kyle grabbed Emily's arm the second she'd finished eating and pulled her into the hall. "Take our trays back, will ya?" he directed Kenny. He pulled Emily out to the hall and seriously looked into her eyes. "There's something you need to know. I have some.. skeletons in the closet, so to speak."
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Until next time, »aym«