Undisputed?
A/N" Hmm.. I'm definitely running out of ideas. LOL hopefully I still have some of the 'spark' left xD!
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Emily scrunched her nose.. How come Kristin and Craig are in trouble together? She pressed her left side up to the closed door, carefully trying not to break her egg baby assignment thingy. Muffled "m'kay-ing" came from Mr.Mackey as he sat down. Emily had really good ears, so she could tell what they were saying.. just like she always knew what Kenny was saying. Good genes. Okay, so first Mr.Mackey was talking about Craig harrassing Kristin in the hallway, and Kristin was babbling along with him, then Craig retorted with a, "SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" then Kristin fell silent and said something in a low whisper, even Emily couldn't understand what she'd said.
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Carly and Tweek were painting eachother's egg-babies in class, when Carly dropped her Hawthorne Heights jumbo marker. Tweek, being the loyal cutie that he is, saved Carly the energy and picked it up for her. Carly giggled naughtily and pinched Tweek's tight little bum. Tweek turned a rosy pink and passed the marker back to her. To their surprise, Mrs.Streeble was outraged at the obscenity in their vicinity. "Miss McHugh, WHERE did you just pinch Mr.Tweek!" Carly's face shook at the booming voice of the Art Whore. "Uhh, he had a bug on his leg?" Carly attempted to excuse herself. "Don't try and play games with ME, young lady. YOU'RE being sent to the counselor, you SICK harrasser!" Carly gave Mrs.Streeble a 'this isn't over' look, and headed off.
Tweek, along with a few others were aghast by her scare-fest. Noone had the balls to object to her horrendous PMS'ing, or stand up, but Eric Cartman. He was about to stand on the table and tell her off, when Mrs.Streeble screeched again, "TOKEN BLACK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" Token was holding Heidi's hair up lovingly as she fixed her necklace clasp. Milla's hair flew as her head turned toward him in disgust. She frowned at her affection victim, but brushed it off. It's not like it was anything SERIOUS, right? Right? She decided to leave him be. She didn't need this shit. He looked at the angered teacher in astonishment. Before he could answer, and before she could continue, Cartman saw his chance, "What's wrong with you, art whore, you got some sand in your vagina?"
Let's just say all three of them were sent to the office for sexual harrassment, with threats to phone their parents.
The class fell silent for fear of yet another outbreak of the Art Whore. All of a sudden, she got up from the teacher's desk, and started writing 'MAJOR ART TEST' on the board. As her back was turned, some moans came from the less intellectual students, and someone had thrown a paper ball at Clyde's noggin. It read, Hey Clydie, let's go out after school, kay? Love Milla. There was a big red heart drawn around the word 'Clydie', along with a heart-filled border. Neato.. but not for him. Clyde blinked at the creepy stalker note before tossing the paper in the nearest garbage can. Milla felt a sting in her heart, and spent the rest of the class looking at her lap.
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Heidi and Token made eye contact in the hallway in utmost cuteness, she'd almost forgotten that she was Wendy's BITCH. She couldn't like him because Wendy had already been a couple with Token. That is like a rule of friendship! If she really supported the idea of 'friendship', that is. Cartman's arms were crossed as he reached into his pocket for his egg. It was still intact, luckily. As the group approached the office, they just saw Carly playing with her egg, and Emily leaning against the door. Carly straightened up as they drew nearer. "What are you here for?" "Apparently, sexual harrasment." Cartman sat beside Carly on the bench to help with their egg. Token's egg was one of those Omega-3 high protein ones, aka BROWN ones. He'd find it racist even if the egg was white, so he'd reconsidered being pissed off this time. "What's with all the sexual harrassment cases! I mean, I didn't really do anything to offend anyone, I'm not going to take this shit!" Carly got up from her seat, trying to grab the egg away from Cartman. He was thinking hard. "YEAH! Now that I think of it, I'm pissed off, too!" he let Carly take the egg and they both left the office vicinity. Emily caught a few more sentences, including, "It seems you two have communication issues, m'kay? Maybe you'd like to talk about that, m'kay?" and "I'm not his fucking girlfriend! Didn't I make it clear at the dance!" Owch.. that girl is pissed off. "Ahh, don't use that kind of language, Miss Szilvassy, m'kay?" Emily scoffed at his obsessive word.
Bebe appeared in the hallway tacking up a poster. Come to think of it, they were EVERYWHERE. "Hello, friends! I'm just taping up my last few advertisements for my protest against Sexual Harrassment!" Emily coughed, "HIPPIE!" and an unnoticing Bebe continued, "After all the abuse I was put through with Kenny, I realized it happens everywhere! To people like you and meeeee." She quoted an old Chris Cringle Christmas Miracle song.. the name remains unknown to the average person. "I've talked to the teachers and the principal, for stricter rules against harrassment of this kind! Now everyone who breaks the laws will BURN IN HELL!" she ran away magnificently, in her own mind. "Whoa, dude. She's gone power mad!" Emily was shocked at her sudden change. She needs to SIMMER DOWN. She was absolutely and blatantly undisputed about her position, but the way she's going about doing it with all the strict rules, not flexible for the slightest thing, it's just not going to fit in with society at this point in socialism. Yes, quite a political sentence there. Emily spent a few seconds looking into the eyes of her classmates having a moment, and fought back the decision to ditch school, even though it would've been no big whup. Sure the school's harrassment laws were tight-assed, but their security and attendance morals were psychotic and unorganized, so people could literally walk out of school after first period.
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During the last few school hours, Cartman and Carly ran into the public library to hide. Who would find them there? They were running so fast that Cartman thought his ass had fallen off. They ran into the front doors with such a rush that old bitchy Ms.Schroeder started to scream at them to be quiet. They didn't pay any attention and sprinted into one of the private video screening rooms. It was the same room Emily had mistakenly kissed Clyde. Ironically, that was the LAST time that room was used, so it still smelled of Vanilla candles and insence. Cartman wrinkled his nose at Carly, "Do you smell food?" Carly laughed and playfully whacked his shoulder, accidentally causing him to drop the egg. For a split second, they'd both watched their little egg baby plummet to the carpet, but they both went for it at the same time. The puffball on Cartman's cap ticked Carly's nose, and she had to stop to sneeze. When she looked down, he'd caught their egg right as it would've smashed into the tile floor. Cartman and Carly let out releived sighs in unison. "Ehehe..." Cartman nervously laughed as he pulled out a chair for Carly. "Hehehe..." she sat in it and started to sweat. Cartman sat next to her and fished through his massive yellow backpack. "No.. not there... hmm maybe.. nope." Carly glanced at him, "Whatcha lookin' for?" She couldn't help but giggle. "AHA! Myah is is!" He held a full package of Golden Oreos, his and coincidentally, Carly's favourite. He pryed the tab open with his teeth and held open the row of cookies for her to take her pick. She smiled into his navy blues, and he smiled back into her pale greens, ever so slowly smiling away. Carly took a cookie and broke the focus, and Cartman did the same. "So.."
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Tweek had shaken the entire class, considering he was all alone at the table. "AHH! They're all looking at me, GAH! They're watching you like a HAWK, they just wanna KILL YOU!" Pessimistic possibilities had ran through his mind, so he decided to make it into artwork. He looked at his finished piece up and down as he passed by Mr.Mackey's office. Kristin and Craig burst out of that room, each a slightly better person. They were out of the water, but Craig finally didn't think they were a couple. They could finally start being friends. Sadly, he still wanted more. Heidi and Token were next into the office, and Tweek sat beside Emily. They looked at their egg for a minute, then Tweek finally spoke, "Why is everyone getting in trouble these days, AHH!" Emily was glad he'd asked the perfect question to her problems. She spilled about the huge stink of Bebe's psycho political movement, and her fight for justice taken to the next level. Emily liked Bebe, but she'd just gone too far this time. "Hey.. YEAH! You know, we should do something about all this!" All of a sudden, Courtney Tweek, aka his mother, had grabbed him and taken him away from Emily. "Tweek, honey. You should know better by now. We have a family dinner this evening with some distant relatives in the area."
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Lauren sat at her desk at home, and envisioned herself without public school. AHH! She needed something to calm her down, so she flipped on the closest Tim Burton movie. Sadly, the sound system hadn't been working, so she just watched Willy Wonka in silence. God, deaf people have it tough. She buried her face in her pillow, and tried to take a nap. After about 13 or 14 more minutes, she heard Hollywood Undead blasting from outside her window. Stan was shivering in the snowstorn they were having, and staring up at a smitten Lauren. After a few seconds of euphoria, Lauren tossed down the practise gymnastics rope she used to use. She'd attempted gymnastics in the past with much failure, but saw the ray of light that came with the convenience of that rope. It was sturdy enough to pull Stan up into her window. Lauren felt like Juliette, but she didn't care. She smooched his frozen lips and warmed his body with a hug. "You know, if Father catches you..." "It's worth it, trust me!" Stan was so romantic sometimes. She kissed him once more, with more force this time. They'd even pressed up against her walk-in closet door and she was caressing his hair. Suddenly, she heard scary footsteps in the hallway. "Shit, get in there!" she shoved him in her closet and slammed the door. "Sweetie? Get ready, we have a family dinner soon!" he sniffed around the room for something. He seemed to pick up something, when Lauren answered, "Right, I was.. just about to get.. changed," she motioned for him to leave, and he closed the door with just a crack left, and peeked through for a few seconds. Lauren pretended to pick out an outfit until her father finally closed the door. She felt her heart beating super fast, she needed more Stan. He stuck his head out and smiled at her. Lauren sat on her bed and patted beside her. He was so excited, he ran for her bed, and fell behind it by mistake. Lauren started to laugh when Milla came in, "What's so funny?" Stan quietly rolled under her bed. Lauren didn't even bother to answer, "What do you waaaaaant!" Lauren did NOT want to hear about it. "Well, it's about... Clyde." Lauren rolled her eyes, just as their booming father came in, "GIRLS! Oh thank god, I thought Lauren was takling to someone," he talked sharply. "GET READY! THEY'RE GOING TO BE HERE IN A MINUTE!" Milla sighed as she spotted Stan under Lauren's bed. Stan waved at her and she rolled her eyes, then left. "Ugh.. I'm sorry for my family, but I really got to get ready!" Stan put a pillow over his eyes so he wouldn't see. How polite. Lauren held back a giggle fit as she put on a pinstripe skirt and her Willy Wonka sweatshirt. Crisp and clean, it was good enough. She slipped on her red Converse shoes, and paused before heading out the door. She lay on her stomach right infront of her bed and pulled the pillow off Stan's pale face. "The rope is in my drawer," she kissed his forehead and he shook his head, "Its okay, I'll stay here. Like I said, it's worth it!" Lauren gave him one more kiss, and held his cheeks in both hands for a moment before leaving him alone. As she went down the stairs, the doorbell rang, so she skipped to the door. As she opened it, her jaw dropped. Standing before her was Richard and Courtney Tweek, and their SON! Lauren always thought she was skittish for a reason... but this is getting way too perfectly strange for her...
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Until next time, »aym«