Eek... sorry about the really slow update... I've been a bit lazy lately, reading more fan fiction then I have been writing but not to worry, I have made a plan so I know exactly where the plot is going.

I would like to give a big thanks to KayTeeBeth and omg.you.killed.kenny for reviewing, especially KayTeeBeth for answering my question. When I get enough time I will write you a one-shot I promise.

Anyway, enough said...

Enjoy the second instalment of The Improper Use of Mobiles

Peeve

Chapter Two
Another Day In Paradise

The next morning was a normal morning for me. I got up, still tired. Packed my school bag, got a thermos of coffee, got dressed then set off to school. I myself do not drink coffee, I like the smell of it but can't stand the taste. I grabbed an apple on the way out so I wouldn't die of starvation before lunch. I usually walked to school or occasionally caught the bus, unless mum decided to drive me, which was rare. In any case it wasn't too far.

I got to school and immediately had to dodge a bunch of cheerleaders who were practicing for the game this weekend. A banner had been hung on one side of the school for the occasion, reading "South Park Cows vs. Middle Park Losers". It was shaping up to be an exciting weekend. No doubt ten people already had victory parties lined up, they always did, and even if we lost they still threw them.

I swung open the doors and was instantly exposed to the over-the-top noise that always seemed to be present when everyone was out of class. I quickly walked down the corridor, dodging a few seniors and stopped at the first locker room on my left.

"Hi everyone!" I yelled above the noise of people talking and opening and closing lockers. Several people waved and a couple said hi. The rest acknowledged me with a smile. "Hey Tweek!"

"Gah!" he yelled, spinning around and looked at me. He obviously hadn't heard my original greeting. He left eye twitched involuntarily. "Oh Trace. It's you."

"Sure is Tweek. Here, I have your coffee."

"Thank god!" Tweek said latching onto the thermos I handed to him. "Thanks."

Ever since I had got Tweek off drugs he seemed to have become rather reliant on coffee. However, several other people had told me he always drank a lot of coffee because his parents used to run a coffee store. I decided it was the best substitute for drugs and so I made sure he always had some o him. He was definantly a lot less jumpy now he didn't do drugs.

He took a swig then gave me a quick hug before he returned to his locker. I loved Tweek's hugs, he smelled like mocha with a slight hint of cinnamon. I tended to remember little things like that about my friends. Like the way Bebe always bit her bottom lip before she answered a question, or the way Kenny alway took pictures of people with his hands, or the way would cry when other people wanted too but wouldn't. I loved the little things about them, quirks or appearance or smell or sound.

So, with the smell of Tweek still in my mind, I continued walking until I reached the next locker room.

"Hello everyone." There was a murmur of hellos, and I recieved smiles and waves.

"Hey Trace!" Stan suddenly said as he and Kyle extracted themselves from the crowd. He grinned, black bangs falling in his eyes. Kyle was also grinning at me, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. It was about then I realised something was about to happen.

I went to jump out of the way but Stan and Kyle were too quick for me. They both grabbed a hold of me and lifted me onto their shoulders. I screamed and dropped my school bag. They both held me up in the middle of the corridor, leaning towards Stan's side because of the height difference. Clyde and Craig suddenly appeared, also grinning and I desided now would be a good time to worry. I watched as, to my horror, Stan and Kyle threw me to Clyde and Craig.

I screamed the whole way until I was back on Clyde and Craig's shoulders. Then they threw me back. This went on for some time, all four boys thinking it was the greatest joke in the world. I, on the other hand, saw my life flash before my eyes several times. Everytime I was thrown I screamed loudly, I was kind of surprised that no teachers had come to the scene yet. Futher proof of the incompetence of South Park High School's faculty.

Finally they set me down, I had a feeling I must have looked quite a site because all four boys sniggered. I rolled my eyes at them and attempted to straighten myself out after my near death experience.

"Very funny." I said smiling at them "Good thing you didn't drop me."

"We would never have forgiven ourselves." Clyde said giving me the sad eyes and pouting.

"Nice to hear. Well I had better get going; you guys are going to make me really late." I said, picking up my school bag and turning to leave.

"Trace, you got the notes?" Craig asked suddenly and I turned back around.

"Oh yeah, sorry." I said. I reached in my bag and pulled out a plastic sleeve with a couple of pages of notes in it.

"Cool, I'll have 'em back to you before maths." He said as I handed them to him.

"Ok, no worries Craig." I said zipping up my bag again and throwing it over my shoulder.

"Have you seen Wendy?" Stan asked.

"Nah sorry Stan, I did just get here."

"Well, if you see her could you tell her that I'm looking for her?" he said flicking his hair out of his eyes

"Sure, will do."I said, turning to leave again. "See you when I see you, guys."

"Yeah, see you." Clyde said with a wave

I had started to walk away again when I heard the voice behind me.

"Hey, Trace." Kyle had yelled. I turned and looked at him questioningly. He jogged up behind me.

"Yeah?"

He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "Thanks for last night."

"That's alright." I said, "You could do me something in return though."

"What?" he said putting his hand down.

"You could not throw me around again." I said with a grin

"It's a deal." He said grinning back "See you in English."

"See you Kyle." I said. I hurried towards my locker room. At this rate I was never going to reach my locker in time to get to form.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone slapped my arse. I stopped and frowned, then turned around. There was Kenny, grinning manically at me.

"Nice arse." He said.

I looked down at my arse and nodded "Bloody oath, you're right."

Kenny chuckled and I just smiled and I rolled my eyes. We both set off down the corridor.

"Nice one." Kenny said putting his hands in his pockets

"I try." I said "So how are you Kenny?"

"I'm alright, was up until pretty late last night." Kenny said "Heidi and I went on a date."

"Oh I see." I said. I had a feeling the elicit details were about to come. "Did you have a good time?"

"Too right we did." Kenny said "She is really wild in bed."

"Ah ha, thanks for the mental images Kenny, you can stop right there."

"You're most welcome." Kenny said "I have to be off, but don't stop being good looking."

"Will try." I said as he walked of down an adjacent corridor.

I stopped at the last locker room where my locker was located, finally there and with ten minutes to spare.

"Hey everyone!" I yelled above the general ruckus

People replied in the general fashion and I made my way through the packed room to my locker.

"Hey Trace. Have you seen Stan." Wendy said coming up next to me, flicking her long, black hair behind her.

"Oh yeah, he was looking for you. He's up near his locker." I said opening my locker.

I loved my locker. On the inside of the door I had hundreds of photos of me and various other people in our year. My favourite was one Kyle and Stan had got blown up for my birthday last year. It was a picture of Kyle, Stan, Tweek, Craig, Clyde, Kenny, Token, Pip, Damian, Cartman, Wendy and I at Lakeside Park in Denver. We were about to go on the Cyclone roller coaster for the third time. We took heaps of pictures while we were waiting in line. When we finally got to the front of the line we had to wait longer because we all wanted to get on together.

In this particular picture Wendy and I were posing at the front as we were the only girls there and the boys were all milling around in the background, pulling various faces and, in the case of Stan, staring at Wendy's boobs.

"Ok thanks." Wendy said pushing her way out of the locker room to go find Stan.

"Hey Trace," Bebe said also elbowing her way through the crowded. "Can I talk to you?"

I nodded as I started putting the books I would need for the first three periods of the day in my bag. "Sure, shoot."

"We'll you see, let's say there is is girl called... Sally..."

"What?" Sally Turner said from behind her

"Not you." Bebe said waving her off impatiently.

"Ok..." I said "Girl named Sally... yep."

"Well let's say she..."

"Trace!" came the familiar voice of Tweek. He was twitching worse then that morning.

"Hold that thought Bebe." I said "What is it Tweek?"

"Pip and Damian are in trouble." He said. I sighed.

"Ok Tweek, watch my locker while I go and help them."

"Too much pressure." I heard him yell as I pushed my way through the crowd to the entrance.

It was just another morning for South Park Senior High School

Sorry it is a bit shorter then the first chapter but I promise to try and make the rest better then this.

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