Ok, this Chapter was written during a coffee induced high which may have messed with my brain chemistry quite severely. Sorry if the characters are OOC or anything like that. Pretty sure I consumed an entire coffee plantation... donkeys and all.

So here it is! Its lots of fun with all the excitement and over-the-top antics have written into it. Actually don't get too excited, it's not really that exciting.

Anyway...

Enjoy!
Peeve

Chapter Four
Kids In America

Film is never a very exciting class. I share it with Tweek and we always team up for the group assignments. The lesson was always spent planning for our film or actually filming. Not the most thrilling of classes, but definitely not the worst.

Tweek can be really funny and always has great ideas for films and bettering our performances. He had come up with idea for our current film. It was going to be about our friends and their individuality, I had a feeling it would really turn out to be one of the best films we had ever made.

A scene for each of us which showed everyone what we were about. I was in charge of music, Tweek would organise with our friends and we would both do the filming and the interviews. It was going to be awesome

Biology with Kenny is a really interesting class. I sit with Kenny near the back of the class; it was his choice of course. Kenny and I both do hardly any work actually in class but we have yet to fail a test, so our teacher usually just puts up with us.

"Today we are starting our new topic." The teacher, Mrs Duff said. "Human Biology."

I groaned out-loud.

Kenny thrust both hands into the air and yelled, "Thankyou God!"

"Shut up Kenny," I said quietly.

"Aren't you excited?" Kenny said giving me the wide-eyed fake confused look, his mouth twitching, as though he wanted to smile.

"Sure... Human Biology with Kenneth McCormack... sounds great." I said putting my face in my hands.

"I imagine it will be absolutely wonderful." Kenny said "We will pass all our practicals with flying colours."

"Don't want to think about Kenny." I said, silently swearing not to talk to Kenny for the rest of Biology "And you shouldn't either, because it is never going to happen."

"God damn it, turned down twice in one day!" Kenny said looking annoyed.

"Who else turned you down?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me, as it always did whenever I swore not to talk to someone.

"Well... you turned me down twice."

"Oh." I said "No-one else has turned you down?"

"No-one ever does." He said, "Remember, I am the man-whore."

I back handed him on the arm for that comment, he winced in obvious pain. "Never let yourself become what you are because of how people label you."

"Sorry." He said.

That made me feel bad, after all it wasn't entirely his fault he had been labelled that way. What I didn't get though was how he could let himself be called that and not care.

"No, I'm sorry Kenny." I said. He just shrugged.

"Well..." he said turning to me, a very serious look on his face.

"Yeah?" I asked, worried about what he was going to say.

"You could make it up to me by-" he started but I cut him off

"No Kenny."

"But-"

"No Kenny."

"Damn it... three times."

"Any normal person would have given up."

"Miss Mitchell, Mr McCormack... would you like to share with the rest of the class your conversation?" Mrs Duff asked.

Before I could think of anything to say, Kenny said, "Practical Human Biology."

I turned and gave him the 'I'm going to kill you' look. Lucky Mrs Duff just rolled her eyes and went back to outlining the new course.

"You are unbelievable." I said

"Thanks," He said, flashing me a grin, "How about we-?"

"Four times." I said, turning my attention to Mrs Duff

Lunch was by far the best time of the day. It was one of the few times in the day where I got to see everyone who I hadn't had a chance to see yet. Butters and Cartman were there, and that was rather exciting for me. I sat at my table with Pip and Damian, contemplating the macaroni cheese on my tray.

"Hey Trace."

"Cheerio Trace."

"Hey guys." I said, beginning to shovel macaroni cheese into my mouth. "I am famished."

"You eat this morning?" Damian asked

"Yeah... I had an apple."

"I thought as much." Damian said, picking at his food.

"What do you mean?" I asked cracking my neck before spearing a cherry tomato on my fork.

"I mean, how can you eat this food?" he said "It's rank."

"You never eat anything." I said. It was true, Damian was the pickiest person I knew.

Damian just shrugged, still picking at his food. "Did we have any homework for Chemistry?"

"Nah, Mr Gairns never checks homework anyway." I said.

"You know..." Pip said in his faintly English accent. Damian and I both looked at him, it wasn't very often that Pip spoke up, and when he did, it was usually of little consequence, but Damian and I always listened, "...I think your eyes are more green, Trace."

"Thanks Tweek."

"I'm not Tweek." Pip said slowly.

I slapped my hands to my face and groaned.

"I'm sorry, I knew that Craig... I mean Kyle... I mean Pip!" I managed to finally spit out his name.

"Got a lot on your mind?" Damian asked opening a packet of chips and shoving a few in his mouth.

"I dunno... I think I am just tired." I said. Damian offered the packet of chips to me, "What flavour are they?"

"Um... Soy Honey Chicken." He said. I took a couple and he offered the bag to Pip who also took a couple.

"You know Damian." I said thoughtfully. "Your eyes don't look red anymore,"

"What colour are they then?" He said leaning forward and staring into my eyes.

"Brown-gold I'd say." I said popping one of the chips in my mouth. He sat back and took another chip out.

"Hey Damian!" It was Maria Fenton, Damian's current girlfriend. I silently prayed she would try and sit with us, but as luck would have it, she slid on the bench next to Damian and was followed by her three friends who all crowded onto the table with their trays. I silently cursed Damian for having a girlfriend who always wanted to be with him. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't drag her girlfriends with her everywhere. They had to join another table to ours and I got pushed to one end and Pip got pushed to the other.

Of course, I would never have protested, and neither would Pip. Damian would wine about everything on the other-hand. I guess that's why he hung around with us, we could put up with him.

Suddenly Craig, Clyde, Tweek and Token pulled a table up next to my end of the table and sat down next to us. Craig sat next to me and grinned.

"Hi Trace." He said shoving a mouthful of his hamburger in his mouth.

"Hi guys." I said "I wasn't expecting you guys for lunch."

Craig shrugged and pulled out my maths notes from his bag.

"Here," he said handing them back. "You ready for the maths test?"

"Oh yeah." I said, "Pretty ready."

"You think you could help me with a few things before we go in?"

"Sure." I said.

And so, I spent the rest of lunch silently cursing Damian's super giggly girlfriend and her ditsy friends and helping Craig with our Precalculus. Craig got everything so easily, but to look at him made me think that he wasn't the really smart type.

I glanced at the others on the table a couple of times. Token was always on the phone talking or texting someone and Clyde was reading the new edition of FHM. Every now and then he would make a comment about one of the girls or Miss September. Token would sometimes look over his shoulder and give the picture a distasteful look then return to his phone. Token was very picky when it came to girls.

They were both acting normal, but Tweek was acting strangely, and twitching more then usual. It wasn't as bad as when he was on drugs but it was still pretty bad. I made a mental note to ask him before I went to maths, but the chance never arose and before I knew it Craig was yelling at me to hurry up and come with him to maths. Tweek would have to wait.

Tests are good... especially if they are in the last few periods of school, they make school go faster. The actual content of the tests is another matter. Depending on which subject you are in determines whether or not it's worth showing up on the day of the test. Precalculus tests are the worst things in the world. Our teacher, Mrs Mernagh, insists on writing them in such a way that it is nearly impossible to actually study for the subject.

I glanced up at one stage, about half way through the test, and saw the look of pure concentration on Craig's face as he scribbled down the working out for one of the questions. I was always amazed by the way he concentrated so hard during Precalculus, from what else I knew that he was a bit of a trouble-maker, everything could become a joke with him about, but he was so different in Precalculus, like all he wanted to do was succeed.

I went back to my own test paper. The next question read: find the vertex of the parabola y2x2 – 8x + 7. I sighed and went back to my own test, pushing thoughts of Craig to the back of my mind.

When the test was over I walked up to Craig and nudged him. He looked as though he were about to flip me off, but he seemed to restrain himself.

"Hey Trace."

"How did it go?"

"It was Ok."

"I bet you did great,"

"I bet you did better."

"Bet you five dollars I didn't"

"Five dollars says you did better then me."

"Ok,"

"Ok,"

We shook hands and then we walked out of the class together. Craig flipped off a random Ninth grader who stared to long at him.

"What have you got now?" He asked

"Chemistry with Pip and Damian, last period of the day!"

"Yep, got anything planned for this weekend?"

"Aside from the game... not much."

"Will you be going to Clyde's party?"

"I'll go if we win the game. It is the semi-finals after all."

"True, won't be nearly as exciting as when we win the finals again."

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. North Park has a good game this year."

"They may give us a little run for our money but it will just make the victory all the sweeter. So... I'll see you at Clyde's if I don't see you before."

"Alright... I'll see you at Clyde's." I said shaking my head as he headed of down another hallway, flipping off a bunch of juniors who all looked offended, thinking they had done nothing to deserve the treatment.

"Hey! Trace!" Stan yelled jogging up behind me.

"Yeah?" I said stopping for him to catch up.

"Can you do me a favour?" he asked, and I nodded for him to continue. "Could you pick me and the guys up after training this afternoon. I was supposed to bring my car but I forgot and got the bus."

"Yeah, that's cool. I can do that." I said.

"Cool, see you after training then."

"Ok, cool."

I walked into my Chemistry class and seeing that Damian was sitting with Maria and I went and sat with Pip. Mr Gairns surprised up with a pop quiz. I silently cursed all things Chemistry related as I struggled my way through the complicated questions covering everything from ionic bonding to amphoteric substances. It didn't help that whenever I looked up Damian and Maria were making out 'inconspicuously'. I actually think Mr Gairns was pretending nothing was happening, he was the sort of teacher who 'couldn't see it'.

When the final bell finally rang I almost bolted out of the class, realising that I had a lot to do that afternoon

Talk to Tweek, talk to Bebe and pick up the guys after training. And after I picked them up from training it would probably mean I wouldn't get home til three in the morning. Lucky it was Friday.