Yay! Another chapter done! Sorry these are taking so long to write... Sophmore year is tough and I barely get time to write anymore. I'll try and do a long chapter like this once a week~ This is just still continuing introducing the characters and going into the plot line more. There's going to be a main plot line that I'm planning, and it will be... different. Then there will be little side plots and drama and such on the side haha. Again, let me say I LOVE suggestions, so if you want or think your OC should react to something in a certain way, tell me! And I'll be sure to add it in! Cuz this is pretty fun to write, but I wanna make OC readers happy~

"You do understand how much trouble were going to get in for this…" Eric Cartman whispered, his voice rang out monotonously. The teen stretched the course black fabric tighter over his belly.

"Yes…I'm fully away of the consequences," the girl to his right, her brown hair unceremoniously parted down the middle separated the stringy strands to the sides of her face. She flexed her fingers. "But are you…"

A pause. "Yes."

"And you're ok with it?"

"Reese, I've been ok with shit like this since I was eight. This… whatever it is… It needs to happen."

"I'm… really glad you agree." Reese's voice sounded strained, a slight rasp clinging to the end of her sentence.

"I'm really glad were friends."

Her cheeks flushed for a moment, but she replied quickly with, "Yeah… Me, too… Now are we gonna do this or not?" The cold hollowed air bit at their cheeks as she fiddled with the gleaming belt buckle.

"Fuck yeah. Let's do this."

Now, don't get me wrong… I hadn't given up all hope for the upcoming new school year. Hell, I had even started to feel a bit optimistic after I found myself sitting in the seat right next to Christal in Algebra, which under my current level of… mathematical knowledge… was a blessing from God. But there was still that nagging feeling in the back of my head that I could be doing something better right then… Namely hanging out with Cartman or McKenzie or whatever doing something productive. Like video games. And even though the classes weren't that hard, I still couldn't help but glance around frantically every once in a while when I walked into the room and with a grim spirit, realized I didn't know anybody in there.

"Please take this weeks agenda from the back of the room, find your name on the sitting chart, and sit down," my History teacher, a portly looking woman with a waterfall of gingery curls and a round pale face said coldly. She turned back to scribbling the day's targets on the board. First target was… Get situated in History. Second…. Have fun! Fuck no please don't be that kind of teacher who tries to make learning a 'fun enjoyable experience'… Oh God please no…

I bit my lip and returned my gaze to the room, searching in a moment of panic for any face I might've seen before. No Cartman, obviously… And no Kinsey… No Butters or Christal damn it… Not even a Kenny or a Craig in sight. Maybe there was… Nope. Not even that Nomy… Nomi... whatever girl from before… Giving up my endless search for a friendly face, I directed my attention to the seating chart taped on the wall next to the light switch.

I let my eyes swim through the columns of names, resting slight on the bold lettering that read Bonnie Snyder and that morning's discussion briefly flitted through my mind, before continuing on. Kevin Stoley… Timmy Burch… Alexandra Patterson… Jenny Johnson…Bill Allen… Annie Faulk… Stanly Marsh… God damn it… Reese Davenport! Yes! I did a mental fist pump, but slowly felt my joy in finding my name deflate as the realization set in. I was sitting next to Stan. I was sitting next to Stan. Awwww shit… He better not make douche comments and try to be funny or so help me…

"Reese… Davenport is it? Take your seat immediately."

I froze, the glanced back to see the teacher frowning and flick her wrist at an empty chair. I climbed into it and suck down into the plastic feeling a handful of stares on the back of my head. Gradually, everybody looked up at the teacher and the chatter grew quickly. No sign of Mr. I'm So Fucking Cool.

The teacher mentioned her name was Ms. Finkleston or something gay like that and slowly her icy voice faded away to a slight roaring in my ears. The edges of the classroom began to blur and…

"Psssst!" came a voice to my left.

My body jerked a bit causing the sharp table corner to jut into my pudgy hip. "Ouch," I hissed and gave the girl next to me a harsh glare. "The fuck was that for?" I spat. "I was trying to sleep!" Usually I would've tried a more… gentler way of approaching this… Considering this was a girl and maybe possible could be a potential friend… Or another bitch who just happened to have woken me up from a snoozing nap.
She shrugged my profanity off as if it was totally not worth it, but did say "Sorry for wakin' you from that nap of yours…" her fingers flew upwards to brush back the swooped chestnut bangs and continued, "but I really need a pencil. I always forget them at home…" She bit her lip and fiddled with the zipper of her jacket.

"Get you're damn pencil," I said quietly, and promptly ignored her. A tinge of guilt pulled at my heart though as I saw her let out a deep sigh and turn to the guy, the same African American boy I had seen strutting the halls that morning, to ask for one.

Ms. Fornikeston drawled on exuberantly, her pleated skirt ridding up her over large rear end and the sweat making the orange curls stick to the back of her neck. She must get super excited about History... I leaned over barely half an inch to see the dark boy shake his head sadly and the girl say, "It's ok, Token…Well thanks for," I could've sworn I saw her glance back at me for a moment, "at least checking."

I raised my eyebrows and gave the girl my best Don't Give A Fuck face I had learned from Cartman, but she again just turned around ignoring me, shoving off my harsh manor like it was a day in the park. The hell? I contemplated saying something… Maybe offering her one of the many pencils my dad had stuck in the spare pocket jutting out of the side of my backpack, but decided against it. She probably already thought, or knew, I was a complete asshole… No good making it worse by trying to be friendly… right?

The contents of the room reeked with… well… people better then me? Yeah that sounded about right. There were plenty of nice looking girls, with their neat hair and smiley expressions. I spotted blonde curls and clear green eyes, a giggly expression… and a binder that had a pretty pink plaid B printed on it. Bonnie Snyder I was so sure… She giggled at something Ms. Finickston had said, and glanced back to make eye contact with… from the looks of the seating chart before… I was pretty sure was the girl Annie. Tossing her own short blond curls to the side, she laughed at Bonnie's joke and made a small pointing gesture at one of the boys.

"Timmy!" A loud voiced shouted, and I flinched. The boy rattled around in his chair and Ms. Frufruston pursed her lips together at the prospect of being dragged out of her impossibly boring lecture…

…which I was supposed to be taking notes on. I straightened the lined sheet out and tried my best to scribble down bits and pieces of what she was saying, but it was too hard. My mind was on high alert as I find myself scouring the room with my eyes for more familiar faces… Ok so I got Token was the black kid… And I knew Bonnie was Kenny's stalker or whatever he had said… And that was Annie! Wooo on a roll today, huh Reese?

"Ms. Finniston! I have a question on the notes…?" a girl across the room shouted suddenly, her arm waving wildly and silvery blonde hair swinging.
With a tight sigh, the teacher turned her burly body around. "What is it J-"

Before she could even get the last word out, the girl had launched into a serious of rapid fire questions. "I really don't understand the difference between the two dynasties we're talking about… Which one had the tyrant again? Or did they both? I've never studied this hard of History before, Ms. Finnistona and," a deep breath filled her oxygen starved lungs, then she started back up with, "my dad teaches at the Elementary school, right? But he's never taught anything this hard!" I kind of… wished she would shut up. Her voice was starting to get to me… "And know my mom makes me study really hard! I barely get time for like kickboxing! So," the wall of silvery blond rippled and she pulled down the cropped purple shirt of some band I'd never heard of down, "I'm much smarter then Noctem. He is a cat of course…. But I am smart! I was just a little confused on the dynasty part-"

"Shut up, Jenny," a handful of kids hissed, and I found myself to be included with them. "Sit down already."

Her freckled cheeks flushed, and her mouth hung open sort of… adorably? Gahh No that was not the word I was um going to say… yeah no. Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. Right now. "Sit down," a voice snapped with a crisp accent and the scruffy looking boy yanked Jenny down back into her seat.

"Thanks, Cinnamon Bun," the flustered girl said with gratification.

"Well then," Ms. Fluffikston said curtly and flexed her fingers, "you see the thing about Chinese tyrant dictators…"

I didn't really remember anything after that… Due to the fact after I had sorta dozed off. It wasn't my fault! Cartman had kept me up all night on the phone talking about random shit, plus those hard plastic desks looked so… comfortable. I continued my nap peacefully, until a nudge to the shoulder broke it. I lazily lifted my head up to meet the dark eyes of the Pencil Girl. "What do you want?" I drawled.

She rolled her eyes looking a little annoyed, but responded anyway. "Class is over, dumbass. The bell already rang."

I sat up and dragged my fingers through the scraggly brown smoothing down any stray hairs, and blinked slowly up at her. "Oh…" Goddamn it I was so lame….

"Yeah oh… So Imma just gonna…go."

It suddenly dawned on me, as I was forcing the History binder back in my backpack that this girl had woken me up. Saved me from being late to my next class. Saved my ass from embarrassment. I perked up a bit, and trying to ignore the voice in my head screaming to get outta there, I asked, "Hey…I was being such a dick to you… Why'd you even wake me up?

She laughed a bit, and then shrugged. "Just common curtsy I guess… I know if you were in my place you would've done the same…" She raised her eyebrows and I watched them rise up into her braided brown hair. "Right?"

I awkwardly tried to avoid her obvious eye contact by resorting to, very awkwardly keep in mind, try to shuffle around these fucking small desks. "Um yeah I guess…Thanks again," I said starting to panic. She's a girl. Judging me… Walk away. Walk Away Walk Away.

"Wait," she said. "What's your name…?"

I flinched. Damn it… I turned around a little to quickly, and brushed some hair out of my mouth. "Um… It's Reese. Reese Davenport…?"

"Oh yeah… Hey you have English class with me. I saw you totally stumble over a grammar question!" She laughed and crossed her ankles backing up casually against the desk. "Right?"

I shrugged and pulled at my hoodie. "Haha yeah… That was a tough question."

"Yeah sorry about that. My mom teaches that class and she can be a bit… uptight. It's embarrassing." She laughed again and uncrossed her ankles.

"Mrs. James is your mom…?"

"Yeah… Unfortunately she's also our English teacher."

"Awww wow man… That's a bummer." My thoughts wondered to the quite strict teacher with the neat chocolate colored bun and piercing eyes. It was hard to imagine her having a life out of school at all, much less having a daughter and in the school, too.

"Yeah!" the girl said expressing her frustration, her freckled splattered nose scrunching up. "Anyway… I'm Amanda by the way." A smile.

"Amanda," I repeated. "Hmmm… Nice to meet you?" Was this actually… happening? "Again, sorry for being an asshole. I'm just kinda… grumpy." I tried to do that kinda casual laugh I saw like other people do, but it came out sounding fakey and I grimaced. Damn it.

"Haha it's cool," she said back still smiling. "Just promise you'll help me with any History homework, ok? I've been pulling a C average back in Middle School, but I got a feeling I'll have to shape up this year or-"

"You're mom will shit bricks?"

Amanda spluttered out some giggles, then brushed the dark hair behind one ear and nodded. "For sure." She paused as if contemplating something then pulled a tiny clear container from her back bottom. She squirted a dab of some goopy substance, and then offered it towards me. "Hand sanitizer?"

I stared at her. This was… weird. It was only the very beginning of High School and I had already made like… two new gender common friends. New record baby! I mentally high fived myself…. Oh yeah. I grinned and accepted the dab of goopy mutual friendship gratefully. "Yeah! Thanks-"

"Amanda? Reese? What are you doing in here? Go to your classes!" We both turned out heads at once to see Ms. Finyston's portly body emerge from the doorway, lips pursed and hands crossed. "I'm not going to write you, too excuse notes."

Amanda bristled. "Damn it! I'm gonna be late to…" she glanced down at a paper in her palm and bit her lip, "Gym…" She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me. "Hey I really gotta go. Catch ya later, Reese." And with that she fled the room with a flurry of papers and stress, all the while tugging at one braid nervously.

I watched her go silently, and then gathered my backpack up taking care to glance down at my own schedule. I personally didn't really care what I'd be later for unless it was for… Lunch. Fuck. My luck. I sighed, and hoisted the backpack up my already aching shoulders. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. I had already promised myself I wouldn't be late for lunch… Promised. First, I was starving and the less time I got to scarf down some tater tots or whatever shit they had the better. Second, I hated having to shuffle through the mass confusion of the lunchroom and find a decent seat. And by decent seat I meant preferable one with Cartman or Kinsey, near some familiar looking guys, and away from any judging girls… Hopeful.

I remember the time I tried to sit at the table with the rest of the girls… I had never tried it before. I always sat with Cartman. That's just how it was! We, by some random stroke of luck, had the same lunch every year accept 6th when I'd sat outside. Alone. I'm not anti social by the way. People just make me nervous… Anyway. It was 5th grade, a year after we had met, and we had some stupid fight over something incredibly retarded that held no real relevance to my life right now in any way. I don't even remember what it was for… But had this fight, and things were a little awkward so obviously I couldn't sit with him and the other guys. So my last choice was to sit with the only other spot available with somebody I was on friendly terms with…

Reese clutched her tray in shaking hands, the scraggly brown hair looking especially stringy in the dim cafeteria light and her cheeks profusely pale and shallow. Goddamn it…" she hissed and glanced back at her usual table.

The eleven year old stared at her friends… Butter's babbled something to Tweek who twitched, and Craig lazily drank a juice box. Kevin talking about Star wars, Clyde crying, Token comforting him. It was family, comforting sights and Reese wanted nothing more then to turn around and take her cheap plastic tray back to the table and sit in between Cartman and Kenny who was shouting some muffled sexually joke to Cartman's amusement. She was so close… So close, but so far away. She could see every detail of the closed off expression from Stan and the furrowed creases in Kyle's eyebrows. She could almost count the freckles on his crinkled little nose.

"Damn it," she repeated, glanced up and received an angry glare from Cartman. It was a bottomless, cold look that said Back Away Now. His chubby cheeks flushed, and her said something to Kenny who looked at me, his eyes distant and sad. Reese bristled, and walked away. She hated this. Hated it so much… Cartman was her support. Her rock. Her only friend… "Damn it."

"Oh my God, BeBe!" a little girl with rosy cheeks and short blonde curls giggled.

"Oh shut up, Bonnie! Like you'd even understand!" BeBe responded, her own cheeks puffed out.
"Both of you stop fighting. Kenny doesn't like either one of you, so just stop."

That voice… Reese wondered through the crowded lunchroom lamely clutching her little tray. That voice! She followed it and looked at the younger Wendy Testaburger, her fluffy dark hair bunched to the side and a disdainfully expression on her small features. Reese ignored the slight pitter in her heart, and bit her lip. Wendy was cool, she was nice to Reese… She had even shared half of her cookie with the lonely girl on the playground that morning, because Cartman had made a big show of ignoring her. Even though the other girl's ignored the awkward girl, Wendy didn't care. She didn't care… Reese took a deep breath and headed towards the girls table. No going back now.

As she approached, the chatter from the close-knit group died down and by the time Reese had arrived, the whole table was dead silent. They all stared at her with big eyes, a little girl named Heidi glanced down and picked at her sandwich and little Bonnie took a sip of juice trying to look away. "Um, hi…" Reese had said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "I'd really like to sit with you guys…" Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

"What?" This came from BeBe who was staring at the brunette with a blank expression.

"Who are you?" another girl with long dark hair said and crossed her knee length brown boots at the ankle. She nervously tugged at her pasty pink shirt, and looked at Wendy questioningly. The other girl's followed her actions.

Wendy glanced up, saw Reese, and smiled. "Oh hi there! You're the girl from the playground… right?"

Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was sure the other girls could hear. A small nod and a squeaky sounding, "Yes."

"I gave you a cookie."

Another nod, this one silent.

"Why'd you give her a cookie. She doesn't need it," a girl with course red hair and heavily lidded eyes said hauntingly.

Reese froze, and directed her attention at the girl. "Excuse me?"

Ignoring her, the girl with red hair laughed and looked at the girl closest to her. Annie Faulk. "Yeah, just look at her stomach! Can you say diet much? Seriously!" Annie giggled nervously.

The opposing girl clenched her fists, and grimaced. This was not going the way she had planned…. Wendy let a small frown tug on her lips. "Girls. Now girls, that's no way to act. You shouldn't mock this girl for her weight."

"She only hangs out with the boys you know!"

"Haha no seriously! It's like… she's is a boy!"

The insults sailed right into Reese's heart and poked at her insides like needles. All her secret thoughts… All her suspicions… They had been right. That small fantasy of thinking that maybe these girls would accept her sailed right off into the sun. Reese felt her blood boiling, her hazel eyes turn dark, and her fists shake. "Stop it!" Wendy said shrilly and looked back up at Reese. "I'm so sorry about this…"

"Awww Look she's blushing!"
"Maybe cuz of Wendy. She does hang out with the boys you know…"

"Oh my God! Fat girl likes Wendy! That's so gross!"

Wendy grimaced and turned away. "Um… Maybe you should go…" she said to nobody in particular, but Reese knew it was directed towards her. This was… a disaster. All she wanted was to sit with these girls… To be one of them. It was so… hard to be her. Did they not realize what it was like? Growing up in an all male house? Growing up thinking that was the way to live? No they all had fucking mothers to help them. They all had fucking adult woman in their life to teach them about things and stuff and how to be. It wasn't fair…

Reese felt the tears sting her eyes. "Aww look she's cryin-" Before the words were out of a girl the others called Lola's mouth, Reese snapped. She screamed and grabbed the table with both hands and with a grunt, flung the flimsy thing to the side and spilled it's entire contents onto the floor. Little girls included.

"Fuck you guys! Fuck you all! It's so fucking hard you don't even know!" Reese was shouting so loud her throat hurt. It didn't matter the whole cafeteria was now looking at her. It didn't matter BeBe's leg had been cut by a piece of Coke can and was now bleeding, it didn't matter Wendy was staring up at her with wide dark eyes. It didn't matter. "Fuck you! Ok? Fuck you! All I do is try and be friendly to you guys and… Fuck you all you shitty pieces of shit!" The profanities spurred out of the little girl's mouth like a mucky waterfall. "I hope you all go to hell! I fucking hope you all die!" Her arms and legs shook and the tears flowed freely. The whole room was silent.

Reese let the sobs rack her body as she glanced around the room suddenly realizing the situation she had put herself in. Every eye was on her, mouths open and spilling food, forks and knives frozen in midair. The person who stood out the most was Cartman. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and his fat little body was already half out of his chair. He looked… shocked.

The girl let out a choked sobbed, and ran out of the cafeteria. Later that day Cartman had found her in the janitor's closet still crying, her eyes red and puffy and her knuckles swollen from where she had hit them off the table. He had sat with her in the dark closest and told her stupid stories and funny pranks. He had explained some newest schemes, and various Kyle humiliation stories. He had even rambled on about some personal family issues until Reese had stopped crying, pulled him into a hug, and gratification wasn't need to be said. No sorry's, no I forgive you's, They had simply promised they would never fight again.

The memory, still fresh in my mind, was as clear as crystal, but mucky and dirty like… well shit. The stinging flashback replayed itself in my mind as I walked into the crowded cafeteria. Time to find a seat. Alone. I scoured the area looking hopefully for any friendly faces, but I saw none. No Cartman. No Kinsey. Not even Butters was in my lunch. Fuck this whole school year man. I walked awkwardly along the tables and wished that somebody would've shouted something like, "Hey! Over here!" or "Yo, come sit with us!" Nope. Just the usually teenaged chatter and such.

I glanced at the different tables… And saw the purple beret stick out form the crowd. Wendy. She was chatting animatedly with her usually group of girls, minus a few and an addition of a handful I didn't know. They looked like they were having a good time… For a brief second I imagined what it'd be like to stroll over there and sit down and not have to worry about anything. How they looked at me, or if they'd even let me sit down… Wendy glanced up and we made a brief moment of eye contact before I looked away and headed towards the next table.

I saw that kid from before… Clyde… and was reminded of the upcoming revenge for him I still had to plan. He was lounging with the same dark skinned boy, Token, from before and a few others I didn't know. I took great care to notice Craig sitting next to him… His blue jacket fitting nicely… His tosseled black hair… Those piercing blue eyes… Gah.

A boy with a stark red shirt said something and everybody, except Craig of course, laughed. "Nice one, Elliot," Kyle, who was opposite from them said and nudged the teen with his elbow. He dragged his fingers through his fiery curls and smiled. My eyes wondered back hungrily to Craig who was picking at his salad, his legs crossed and his hat tied and hanging form his neck…

Breaking my gaze from him, I reminded myself not to stare too much. This wasn't the time… I'd whine to Cartman tonight about it… right now I needed to find a place to sit. I'd worry about food after that… Walking parallel to the stairs, which were high and were supported by a wall, I continued glancing from table to table wondering where I could sit.

"Hey you."

I bit my tongue to suppress my surprised yelp as I turned around to face… nobody? My shoulders still tense, I turned back again to empty air. What the hell…?

"Up here, candy girl," the voice said again and I perked up a bit. My name? Who the fuck knew my name that I didn't know the voice of…? I fallowed Mystery Person's directions and glanced upwards to see the bottoms of red converse… thin legs covered by cargo shorts… I passed straight up to the face and let out a sigh, grinning to myself as took in the familiar features.

I hesitantly pointed to myself. "Me…?"

She nodded. "Um yeah you. You were that candy girl from this morning… Hershey or Skittles or something."

"Reese," I said with a grin and asked hopefully, "Nomy… right?"

She gave me a funny look, but smiled a bit. "Close. It's Naomi, but I'm surprised you got that much right." Her nose stud glittered in the dim light she rested her chin on one knee. Naomi was perched at the top of the staircase, her legs hanging down and a lunch tray balanced on the other knee.

I shrugged and offered a smile. "At least I was close…"

Naomi nodded and patted the spot on the stairs next to her, her checked backpack off to one side and a shiny black handle stuck out the top. "You wanna sit here…? Unless you're sitting somewhere else," she glanced down at me curiously.

Tugging on the strings of my hoodie quietly, I silently said a small pray in my head for this lovely, lovely girl. Fuck… If she hadn't offered me a seat I'd probably be stuck sitting by myself in the bathroom, or hallway if I was lucky, for the rest of the year. I sent a cheeky grin her way, not wanting to admit openly that I was too much of a loser to actually be sitting somewhere else, and shook my head. "Nope, I'm not. Thanks by the way."

"No problem, girl. You totally saved my ass this morning! If Nico was hit by a car or something… Wow."

"Wows right…" I agreed and clung to the side of the stairs, one sneaker jammed in a stray crevice and the other scrambling to find purchase on the tiled surface. Naomi watched silently as my arms reached out with fingers splayed until I had sunk them into the top and hoisted myself up onto the ledge. Thank God I had so much practice getting into Cartman's room whenever his mom grounded him from friends coming over…

"Nice one," she said calmly and adjusted the tray. "I thought I'd have to help you up there."

I shrugged and made myself comfortable next to the dark haired girl. "So…" I offered awkwardly. I was so thankful for a chance to not look like a total loser, actually sitting up here on the stair ledge away from everybody else was pretty badass, but I couldn't help but taste the oncoming awkward in the air as it rolled in, thick and heavy like a fog. Damn it…

Naomi took a big bite of the candy bar she held in one hand, and kept her eyes level with mine. "Sorry, I'm just waiting for Dames to come back with his lunch. He always takes forever in line."

"Dames?"

"Oh! Haha sorry," Naomi crossed her ankles and said looking a little embarrassed. "Damien. Sorry my bad."

"Ahhh yeah… Damien…" I drawled out, hoping she'd get the hint. I wished I knew who that was… I wished I had anything in common with Naomi… Come on Reese, socialize, bitch! "So you play any video games?"

Naomi stopped playing with the fraying edges of her bandanna, and glanced up at me. "Hmm? Oh! Video games… Eh yeah a bit I guess. Some of them are a little too scary…" She shrugged and looked down for a moment. "But I love music."

I grinned. Finally! Something I could relate to! "Music!" I practically cried. "Hell yes, I love classic rock. You?"

Naomi leaned back a bit and said, "Haha a bit… I like more indie alternative stuff. You know, Paramore, Panic at the Disco, Fallout Boy. The kind everybody's heard a few songs from, but it takes a real fan to know it all."

"Paramore's pretty cool," I agreed, starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Suddenly, the tightly packed cafeteria didn't feel so claustrophobic. "Haley Williams is awesome."

"Yeah! I know right!" she said enthusiastically, and took another full bite of the dwindling candy bar. "Her vocal range is insane! God, I wish I could sing as half as well as her…" Here, Naomi looked off into the crowded room for a moment, her dark eyes wondering and her face flushed.

I glanced down and flexed my fingers gingerly. "Yeah… You like to sing?"

This brought the other girl out of her trance, and she snapped her head back towards me. "Totally, man. Singing is amazing."

"I prefer-"

"Videogames?"

"I was going to say cooking," I said with a choked giggle, "but yeah that, too."

Naomi shrugged, looking down lazily for a moment, then perked up. "Wait…Do you have the Transformers game? For Xbox?"

Pondering on my vast collection, I tried remembering if I owned any Transformers games. Hmmm… I think Roger had gotten the newest one when it came out a few months ago… But he had played it once, got stuck on the first level, and through the controller at the wall. After my dad had seen the fist sized dent, he had declared with red cheeks and fumbled words that my brother was grounded for a month. I laughed a little at the memory, and said, "Oh that one! Yeah my brother got it, but nobody plays it."

"Oh my God really! I love that game!" Naomi said a bit too enthusiastically, her body turning towards mine a bit more and her eyes glittered. "Seriously!"

I leaned back a moment, then relaxed. "Really? Haha Yeah It's ok… I guess. I prefer something a bit more… realistic? Like Call of Duty or something."

"I'd kill for the newest game! Seriously, man, I've seen every movie at least fifty times," she gushed and tucked a strand of onyx hair behind her ear. "Could I like come over sometime? I have to play it!"

"Um…"

"No, Reese, no. I need to play this game…"

I tried to smile, but it came out more of an awkward strained… thing. I felt my lips stretch unnaturally across my teeth. I mean… having new friends at school was fucking cool ya know… But having them come to my house? My house? Um… I didn't know about that.. The only friend I really had at my house was Cartman… I had invited Wendy over once… But that had turned out a complete disaster.

"Come n in, dear," he had said with a cheery grin. It was nice to see his daughter having somebody other then the boy across the street, and even better an actual girl, somebody her own gender, over to play. It was practically a milestone in his little Reese Pieces life.

"Why thank you, Mr. Davenport," the little dark haired girl gad said with a polite smile. It was Saturday afternoon, the sky was slightly drizzling, and Reese was about to puke all over her room. She clutched a pillow to her chest, and breathed in and out, slowly trying to calm her jostling stomach.

"Everything will be fine… It will be just fine…" she whispered to herself. The thirteen year old interlaced her sweating fingers and muttered silent prayers to whoever was up there watching the horrific scene that was about to unfold. It was a mistake… A complete and honest mistake! She had only wanted to ask Wendy for a pencil! That was all… Yet as she had approached the girl with shaking hands, the words "Would you like to come over to my house tomorrow" had just bubbled up to the surface of her lips with no warning. Wendy had smiled that kind hearted smile at Reese and said a genuine positive response, and suddenly…. Just like that… Wendy Testabuger was in her house. Was in her room…

"This is cozy…" Wendy said as she eyed up the heaps of dirty clothes and the assortment of books and toys littering the ground.

"Heh… yeah sorry. I'm not much for cleaning, ya know…"

"It's cool, girl. So… Whatcha wanna do?"

Oh… It was too much. It was like… Reese didn't know what it was like. She was friends with this girl! She had known Wendy since she had moved there a couple years back! She had talked to the girl, joked with her, even been to her house before, but this.. This was something entirely different. Reese's room was her secret place, her own special room to be alone in, and the idea that Wendy was in it… It was too much. It was different with Cartman, she had even let Butters in here once… she had let Christal come here to help with homework many times… But Wendy. This was different.

"Um… What do you wanna do?" The question was innocent enough.

"We could play dolls…? You know like how we play Barbies at my house," Wendy had offered as she dragged her fingers along Reese's bookshelf, pausing every few seconds to feeling the spine of a book, read the title, and move on.

"Yeah! Dolls… those are fun…"

"Or if you're bored of those… We could play dress up? I love to try on my mother's close for fun. She's got some pretty fancy dresses in there."

Reese squinted, and felt her heart speed up a moment, but she swallowed and told her racing heart to knock it off. There was absolutely nothing wrong… Everything was fine. Reese shouldn't have had any problem with anything right now… Except that sweet… pretty… um yeah… Wendy was in her room. Reese bit her lip. "Dress up's cool, I guess. My mom doesn't live, like with us… But she left a lot of her clothes here. They're in the attic."

Wendy smiled, her teeth lighting up the room and her cheeriness stabbing the other girl's heart. Reese wondered if Wendy remembered the incident last year… Wondered if she remembered what had happened in the cafeteria… Did she remember that day as clearly as Reese had? The girl prayed she didn't. "Oh awesome! Let's go. I totally love high heels. Does your mom have any of those?"

Reese had nodded, her throat too dry to croak out a yes, as she directed a skipping Wendy towards her father's room and into the closest where she knew her mom had left boxes of assorted clothing items. Just as she had predicated, after the two girls' had shut the closest door, they knocked over one of the many boxes and spilled the contents onto the floor. Dress, high heeled shoes, skirts, and blouses scattered onto the stained carpet and Wendy let out a squeal in her little girly voice of hers.

"Awww cool! Look at all this!" she gushed and pawed through the pile. "The dresses are ok… But look at this pencil skirt! And this grey satin petty coat! It look's like something the first lady would wear!"

Reese could only nod, as she watched Wendy's black head bob up and down flitting around to look at all the clothes. "Yeah…"

"Your mom must be awesome, Reese!"

That struck a nerve in the other girl. She flinched and muttered something unintelligible back. Wendy was wrong… she was so right on so many things, but that was… wrong. Reese's mom was not… awesome at all. She was a selfish, cold woman, unemployed and living off her dad's meager paycheck, smoking her five packs of cigs a day and drinking cocktails on the scummy side of a motel pool. Trudy Davenport, a skinny middle-aged woman with… well no friends, no job, and soon to be no family, was not awesome. Reese's expression turned dark. Had big dreams…Wanted to become a 'famous actress'… Bullshit. All of it was bullshit. The woman was lazy and forgetful, and even though she loved her kid's, doubtless of the fact they were half conceived by the man she hated, Trudy's love would never be returned. "Never."

"Hmmm? What's that?"

"Nothing, Wendy… You like the clothes?"

They had played for hours with the boxes of garments, each cardboard chest filled to the brim with sweetly scented treasures that made Wendy squeal in delight. They flung blouses and skirts, long pants and button up jackets, until even Reese was laughing. It was… nice. To hang out with Wendy that is. They would yank on the clothes, making sure to look modestly away from each other, and laugh as the latter of the two would be drowning in excess fabric or tripping over too high heels. It wasn't like hanging with Cartman, and even though he was Reese's best friend, they would tease each other, and mock each other playfully, coupled with the occasional dangerous prank. With Wendy, it was all kindness and gentleness.

"God just look at me!" Reese had wailed at the body length mirror, tears dripping down her face. "I'm so fucking fat!"

Wendy had gasped, bringing her small hand to her mouth, and ran over to the sobbing girl. "What? No! No you're not, Reese!"

"Yes I am! Just look at me!" the girl cried even harder and yanked up the blouse she was trying to squeeze into just enough so she could run her bare hands on the flabby skin. "I'm a fucking cow, Wendy!"

The other girl was speechless. "No… Stop saying that."

"No wonder all the other girls hate me… I'm so fat… So ugly…"

"You're just… different," Wendy had sad sympathetically and gave her friend's shoulder a squeeze. "There's no shame in that. You're unique. It's ok! I mean… My eye's are too far apart and I absolutely hate my stupid high voice, but I don't think it makes me any less then the other girls."

Reese had glanced over at her, and frowned. She loved Wendy's voice! It was high, almost like a little girl, but had always brought a smile to the brunette's lips every time she heard it. And her eyes weren't even that far apart either… "I love your voice, though."

"And I think you're beautiful," Wendy had said with a grin, hoping she had inspired some self-confidence in the other girl.
She had done more then that… Reese felt a blush slowly climb up her cheeks after what the girl had said finally sunk in. Wendy thought she was… beautiful? It was too much, a system overload… And Reese could only stand there awkwardly, her mouth tightened and her heart shaking. At least her tears had stopped… "Thanks, Wendy… You're beautiful, too…" Reese had finally squeaked out, and suddenly crossed into new-untouched territory, she felt vulnerable, alone, and afraid. What was happening to her…?

A complete disaster… Yeah you're probably saying… What? Reese are you a dumbass? That sounded just fine! Yeah…No. After that… Ahh I didn't even know. I had a perfect chance to become Wendy's best friend... I could've become close to her… and maybe these…whatevers I was feeling… would just get the fuck out of my brain! But no… It just made them stronger and stronger, and after that incident, I never forgot. It had planted the seed deep, and everyday I see her… Wendy… The seed grows, bursts into a plant, grows higher and higher… And I couldn't stop it.

"So…. I can come over right?"

I jerked my head up, and met the searching gaze of Naomi's narrowed almond shaped eyes. "What?"

"The Transformers game, Reese! Transformers game!" she groaned impatiently, and reached out to shake my shoulders.

"Oh… Oh right!" I said remembering, and shrugged her hands off. "I guess…" What was the harm of having her over…? She wasn't Wendy. This was… different. It'd be fine! Maybe I'd even invite Cartman over, too and we'd all play together. It'd be just fine.

"Hell yes!" Naomi pulled back and punched the air happily, and Reese couldn't help but smile a little. "Thanks a lot! Seriously!"

The brunette adjusted her legs, which were starting to go numb pressed tightly against the hard tile, and opened her mouth to throw out a casual response, but was interrupted by a quiet, yet high sounding voice.

"Hey, Nao," the voice said, and sounded cold.

We both glanced down and I studied the boy standing stock still at the bottom of the wall. His head was tilted back so he could focus his dark penetrating eyes, small and glassy, up at us, and he dragged one hand through his equally dark tousled hair. His black turtleneck was tight, and his jeans even tighter. I snickered, and said quietly, "Who's this fag…?"I knew I shouldn't be mean… and from the look Naomi gave me, I was right.

She glared at me so harshly for a moment, I felt my body bristle, but it ended as soon as it had started as she turned her gaze back down. "Oh hey, Damien," she called down to him in a quiet voice, a soft smile playing on her face. "About time you got back."

"You know those imbecile children take an impeccably long time getting lunch," Damien snapped back as her swiftly climbed up onto the ledge and sat next to Naomi, who flushed for a moment, but hid her face by taking a bite from her long forgotten candy bar.

"Oh yeah, totally," she said sounding strangely quiet. "Oh and this is Reese. Reese, meet Damien Thorne. He's a pretty cool dude, once you get to know him," she said admirable and lightly punched his shoulder.

The skinny teen, Damien, offered her a quick smile, then turned his sunken eyes on me. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Reese," he said still using that almost fake sounding high voice. I ignored his outstretched hand, and laughed.

"Oh wow! Dude, do you like… suck helium or something!" I said, hunched over in giggles. When no response followed, I felt an odd feeling of cold chills on my spine, and I lifted my head up to see Damien glaring at me, his eyes even darker then before, and his hands clenched in fists.

"Excuse me…?" he spat harshly, his glare still zeroed in on me, and I felt the chills get unbearable cold. The hell…?

"Um… calm down, Dames! She doesn't mean it…" Naomi hushed to him, and lightly touched his shoulder, but when she looked back at me all kindness from her voice was gone. "Shut up, dumbass! Don't you know better then to make him upset? What's your deal!"

I glared back at her. Hey, I thought it was funny at least..."What's my deal? What's his deal! It was just a joke, Jesus Christ."

"Don't say that name, infidel," Damien growled, and… spit on me?

I pulled back with a yelp, and drew my fist back. Ok… Ok ok ok I know it was a stupid idea… I know! But he just… He spit on me! What else was I supposed to do! Before Naomi could reach out and stop me, I had brought my fist forward and hit the teen square in the jaw. He leaned back on the force of the impact, and after I had pulled my fist away, he had turned his furry on me and smacked my cheek with just as hard of force. I winced in pain, and stood up on the wall preparing to smash that motherfucker's face in…

"Stop it, Reese. Seriously," I heard a voice call out, and I glanced around frantically to see who had said it. I met the gaze of… Craig. Oh shit…

Mouth agape, I just stared at him. He looked at my eyebrows raise, and his chullo hat fitting snugly on his head. "I know Damien's an asshole-"

"Hey!"

"-but just calm down. You hang around Cartman too much…" he finished calmly, and took a sip of juice. The others weren't acting like anything was wrong… well except for Clyde… He was glaring at Craig like he had said some unholy words or something.

"Dude?"

"What. I don't like fighting…" Craig counted back sounding annoyed, then

looked back up at me. "You cool?"

Was I cool…? Was I cool? "Um… Yeah. It's cool, I guess," I said trying to sound calm, even though my heart was racing. Did he just… smile at me…?

"Mmmkay cool." And with that, Craig Tucker turned back to listen to Token, who was talking about some lame music video, as if nothing had even happened.

I grinned stupidly, then looked back at Damien, but he was already gone. "Oh hey… Where'd he go?"

Naomi was glaring at me, her eye's harsh and accusing. "Probably off to his dad or something! Way to go asshole… His dad didn't even want him to come today anyway… Now this… He's gonna be in a bad mood for weeks!" Naomi moaned and yanked her checkered hood over her hair and burrowing her head into her hands in frustration.

I frowned, and sat down next to her. "What's wrong with that…? Who's his dad?"

Ignoring my first question, Naomi peeked out at me from under her hood and said with a deep frown, "His dad… Oh my God you really are a dumbass… His dad's Satan."

"Um… What?" What?

"The devil. His dad's the devil."

"You can't be serious-" I started, and then stopped myself as the rest of my sentence caught in my throat. Wait…Wait…Ohhhhhh riiiiiight! That was… That was the Damien! That Cartman told me about that one time! Oh yeah! Yeah… The kid who… Who's dad was Satan! Ok thaaat made sense and…

"Oh shit…"

"Um yeah oh shit. You're probably gonna get torn to shreds by the undead or something tonight," Naomi said with a smile.

"Why are you smiling!" I cried out, my arms thrown up in alarm.

"Cuz it'll be funny! 'Sides you're an asshole. You totally deserve it."

"But I saved your little brother! And why do you care anyway. It's not like I insulted you."

"Well… he is my best friend…" Naomi looked down quietly, her cheeks slightly flushed as she fiddled with the laces of her converse.

"Will Reese Davenport report to the Principal's office immediately. Reese Davenport to the Principle's office," a loud crackly voice called out through the entire cafeteria, and I winced. How could they possible have known that…

"Ooooo ouch! The Principle's on the first day," a nasally voice called out, and I looked over at Clyde, who smiled smugly, but his grin faltered as I gave him my best deathly glare. He couldn't have told the Principle… He was right there the whole time!

I hopped off the ledge in one big lunge, and landed on the ground with a thump. Damn it… I glanced up at Naomi, who was purposely avoiding my eyes, instead absent-mindedly stirring her sloppy lunch with a spoon. "Hey, Nao," I said using the nickname Damien had used and hoping it'd send over some sort of… positive feelings I guessed. "Look... no heart feelings ok?"

She looked at me for a moment, her dark eyes searching mine, and shrugged. "Yeah… Whatever I guess. You seem cool… I guess…" her gaze turned dark, "but if you fuck around with Damien again… I won't be too fast to forgive. I'm serious."

I believed her. "I believe you, don't worry, and hey…. I do feel bad about that…" I did. "Could you maybe… tell Damien I said sorry? Honest. Cuz I know you guys are close and stuff."

Naomi perked up and smiled. "Yeah… We are close and stuff…"

"So you'll tell him?"

"Eh… What the hell, sure. But before you go cancel your funeral plans or whatever, remember he might not listen to me. I am his best friend, but keep in mind he's still Satan's son. No guarantee."

I nodded. That'd have to do for now… Maybe I'd ask Cartman for advice later today. "So we still on for Transformers… I asked, thinking it'd be a good time to bring it up.

Naomi nodded. "Totally, man! How about tomorrow after school…?"

"You got it, Nao."

The hallway was quiet and lonely, not a teen or teacher in sight, and I was actually pretty glad for the isolation. This sucked… The fist day and I had already made more enemies then friends… Roger was right. High School was going to suck…

I stepped down on something soft, and a high-pitched yeep rang through the empty halls, bouncing off the walls and well, attacking my eardrums. "Ouchy! Ouchy! Ouchy!" a girl's voice yelled and a mass of black and auburn brown scrambled around on the floor obviously in pain, and I pulled back alarmed.

"Oh my God! Are you ok!" I shouted at the withering mass, and a girl my age yelped again and pulled herself up on one knee clutching her flushed hand in the other. I bit my lip and flexed my fingers nervous as the tears started freely pouring down her face.

"Y-you… y-you… you stepped on me!" she wailed almost comically, and threw her head back in sobs, her auburn colored hair bunching around her shoulders.

"Gah…" I shuffled my feet not really knowing what to do, but decided to ask, "well what were you doing on the floor! And stop crying…" I threw in, "you sound like such a wuss…"

This only made the shorter girl bawl harder, her hands clenched in first. "I-I… I-I… I am not a wuss! Don't say that!"

"Ok ok! Fine!" I said a bit too harshly, and rolled my eyes. Who was this girl anyway…? I concentrated on her a bit harder… Trying to see the facial features underneath and tears and dripping mascara… Round baby face… Bigass eyes… I widened my eyes at the thin strip of aqua standing stark and bright out from the mass of brown hair. That was the girl from that morning… "Katherine?" I guessed.

Her head jerked up at me, and gave me an insulted look. "Um no, guess again!" she said fussily, and pulled herself off the group pausing only to brush off her small black skirt and whimper as she gingerly held her hand in her palm.

I scrunched my face up in concentration. Damn… Um… Not Katherine… "You're that Berlitz chick…"

She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and hugged herself looking hurt. "Of course you wouldn't know me… You're that… Eric Cartman's friend." Her voice had died down a bit from its squeaking panic, and was replaced by a quiet hushed undertone.

Oh wait… Right! "Vampire!" I said with a grin recognizing the pale girl Cartman had complained about before.

Her bottom lip puffed out. "It's Katrina!" she wailed exasperatedly.

"Yeah yeah calm down…" I stared at her thoughtfully as Katrina's gaze twitched back towards the cafeteria doors. "So… Why were you on the floor anyway?"

She flinched and turned away from the door quickly, her cheeks flushed. "It's none of your business, actually."

Sighing, I dragged my fingers through my rather… messy hair. It could definitely use a good brush, but… I was so lazy. And brushing hurt… I snagged a tangle in the brown mass and winced. Katrina stared at me with those big eyes, her bottom lip still pouting. "Well I mean," I started, blinking a few times, "it was just… a question ya know. No need to freak."

"I didn't 'freak'. It's just none of your business!" she insisted. "And you'd make fun of me anyway…"

Yeahhh I probably would… But I was actually beginning to become interested and my curiosity, unfortunately, got the upper hand. This girl sorta reminded me of Butters… Time to lie on the sweetness. "No way, Katrina!" I said cheerily and with my best smile. "I wouldn't ever make fun of you! I was just a little curious that's all…!" I slipped my hand around her shoulders happily, but she jerked away.

"Hey! Don't touch me…" Another glance through the crack in between the cafeteria doors.

I pulled my arm away silently, but still kept up the smile. Play it nice, Reese… It's like a game… "Come on, hun. Maybe I could help…?" Play the advice card… Ok maybe I was taking this incident a biiiiiit too seriously… but hey! I was curious! And every minute I spent digging for an answer was another minute I didn't have to be in the principle's office.

"Well…" she said in that hushed voice of hers, and glanced down. "Maybe you could help… I think…"

I let myself give a warming smile and leaned down a little towards the shorter girl. "Exactly! So what's up? Why were you on the floor?"

"You see…" and at that I was taken by surprise at Katrina grabbed my hoodie strings and yanked me down to her height. "Look!" I held back the urge to choke as her small hands pulled on the fabric round my neck and glanced where she was gesturing. Through the small crack of the cafeteria doors I could clearly see the smiling face of… Kyle?

"Yeah… It's Kyle. So?"

"So?"

"Yeah so-"

"So!"
"Yeah? Jesus calm down!" Katrina has me by the fabric of my jacket again and

had pulled me close, those sky blue eyes searching my own brown ones. Then, with a quick twitch she broke the eye contact immediately. I tried to pull away. "What's the big deal?"

She blushed and let me go slowly, her body shrugging away. "Oh no reason… I just… I love to talk to him. And he's so smart… and sweet to me…" A slight blush crept up her cheeks. "We love to play video games together and talk about stuff…" She looked off into the empty hallway quietly. "And when I trip and fall he doesn't laugh at me."

I frowned. Oh… That. I could relate to… that. "Oh… I'm sorry."

Katrina snapped her head back and smiled at me, casting her eyes down a bit. "No… Don't be sorry! I just wish… I wish I could…"

"Tell him how you really feel?"

"Exactly."

"I feel ya, kid…"

"Hey! We're the same age, Reese!"

I bristled. What…? I stared at her silently, and she looked back confused as if wondering why I was looking so… shocked. "Wait you know my name?"

"Well yeah…" Katrina shrugged and played with the hem of her skirt. "I hang around Kyle a lot… And Stan and Cartman's always bothering them… He mentions you a lot so yeah I guess I figured that's who you were…."

Huh. Imagine that. I didn't know Cartman talked about me to his other friends… I thought I was just kinda… there. I was his best friend, that was apparent, but I always got the impression he was a little embarrassed of me… And that's why I never tagged along when he was with his other friends… It was fun when it was just us two, and with McKenzie, too. Even Butters and Christal… We could all hang easily… Even Craig was cool with us I guess, but I still always felt… I embarrassed him when it wasn't just us. Not that it bothered me, or whatever. I mean, hell I embarrass myself most of the time.

"Is that a problem…?" Katrina said looking at me.

"Um… no," I replied immediately regretting how uncomfortably awkward my voice sounding coming from my own lips. "It's cool. Yeah, I'm Reese."

"I saw you punch Damien… Thanks for that…"

"What?"

"He's not a very nice kid… He's kinda mean to me. And to Kyle! That's the worst. So thanks for that… You p-probably made a lot of kids, l-like me feel better, ya know," she said in her little voice, a slight stutter intertwining her words.

I shrugged. "Yeah… Whatever." Hmmm… I hadn't thought about that. I usually don't pay attention to the who's who or whatever in this town… But I could see where she was coming from… you know standing up to the devil's son being a good thing and all. Right?

"Well… I think I'm just gonna go to my next class. The bells about to ring s-soon!" Katrina said with a half smile, but I saw her eyes wonder back to the cafeteria doors.

"Hey…" I offered. "You should keep trying. You know… going after Kyle and stuff."

"Oh I know!" The cheeriness was back as she fluffed her auburn hair. "I'm not gonna give up! Ever. Not until I get my Disney ending!"

"Your… what? Nevermind… I gotta go to the principles," I said quickly as the bell signifying the end of the period rang out through the empty halls. Immediately they burst into life and student and teach a like filed into the hallway in a chaotic mass. Katrina said something back, but her quiet voice was lost in the crowd.

I pushed various people, some I recognized and some I didn't, out of the way until I was slowly making my way towards the general area of the principles office. Sharp turn here… Damn it U-turn here… I scanned my flimsy schedule again, and back up at the various signs tacked around the wall corners. Left… right… Here! I stopped and lifted my head up to see a plain looking sign reading in stark black lettering… Principle's Office.

"Ok… Ok You got this, girl…" I whispered words of confidence to myself as I pushed the door open. "Nothing you've never handled before…" The office was boring, of course, and memories of all the other principle's offices I'd been in over the years filtered through my mind. Familiar sights greeted me. A tired looking receptionist with baggy eyes, various scratchy ugly colored sofa seats, and a stained coffee table covered in outdated magazines… I walked up to the skinny lady sitting at the desk and after a moment of being ignored, coughed awkwardly.

She lifted only her eyelids at me, her heavily mascara covered eyelashes flaying open and the dark pupils narrowing in on me. "Name?" Her voice was lazy and drawled out.

"Um… Reese. Reese Davenport."

"Awww yes…" she glanced back down at the desks and continued skimming through an Internet search page. "Principle's waiting in the other room."

I nodded, and stuck my hands in my hoodie's pockets clutching the fabric with my fingers. Everything's just fine. It's cool. I had to slouch to get around the assorted sofa chairs, but managed to make my way into the office. A slightly portly looking woman with bushy golden hair glanced at me and frowned. "Come in," she said and gestured to a chair in front of her desk.

Oooooh no… Maybe this wouldn't quite be ok as I thought… I practically felt Principle Victoria's eyes watch me as I took a sit, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Aww shit… I had fully been expecting somebody completely new, somebody I could manipulate, and somebody I could start fresh with and get on my side. Not the bumbling principle from all my other fucking years of school… The one who's office I had been to… at least every week, and the one who always ended up blowing up and screaming at me, and usually Cartman whenever something in our plans went wrong…

"I see that look, Miss Davenport. Yes, I transferred to the high school after the principle here suffered an… unfortunate accident."

"Did you push him into a furnace…" I said under my breath.

"He slipped on some ice and hit his head on her car," Principle Victoria said coldly and sat down in her own equally uncomfortable office chair. Then… she sighed. "Reese… Reese… I thought you'd changed by the time high school came! But here you are. Again." Another sigh. "Fights in the cafeteria… What can I even say that I haven't already?" she asked mostly to herself.

I shrugged. Totally wasn't in the mood for this shit…

"Reese… You know I'll have to call your dad about this…"

What? "What! No seriously please don't!" That caught my attention. Fuck… I knew it really got my dad going whenever he heard I'd got in trouble. It set him off faster then you can say 'bipolar disorder'. "Please, Principle Victoria. Please don't do that…"

"Reese this isn't school behavior. I'm sorry, but punishment has to be given for this type of action."

"But-"

"And after school detention today."

"But-"

"I'm sorry, Reese. It's how the school system works. We just can't have fights breaking out will nilly!"

"But Damien started it!" I was practically in tears by now. I could imagine it now… Coming home, first day of school, late cuz of detention, then later today a call from the principle all about how I had beat up some defenseless kid at school… This wasn't fucking kindergarten! And he the son of Satan, damn, doesn't that make me the victim here!

Principal Victoria sighed and pinched the area between her eyes looking quite exhausted, the dark bags under her eye's complimenting her nerdy black rimmed glasses… Bitch. "I'm sorry…."

"No your not!" I screamed, having enough of this shit. "OK? You aren't. Don't say you are. Don't say you understand… You don't!" God damn it… This sucked…. I was supposed to hang out with Cartman tonight…My only fucking friend and now I had to go to fucking detention… I jumped out of the chair, and in a fit of rage, flung the flimsy thing across the room and screamed shrilly. "This isn't fair!" I seethed.

The bushy haired lady stared at me through her glasses calmly, then sighed again. "Ok… Fine. Yes, I don't understand… But I am sorry. Here how about I don't call your dad…" I let my shoulders sink a little. "As long as you go to the detention tonight and promise me, no Reese, swear to me, you'll stop the fighting. Ok? I can't let violence in our school. And we already got a warning from Mr. Donovan about disorderly homeroom conduct from you and Mr. Cartman…" Fuck that little shit… "And after Miss Williams reported this whole lunch fiasco, I knew I had to do something to let you know that-"

"What."

"Excuse me?"

I felt cold chills going down my back. What… Her words echoed in my head like huge loud cymbals, and the coldness filled up my insides. "What," I repeated in a chilled monotone.

Principle Victoria gave me a funny look. "Well I mean… I knew I had to let you know about the strict violence policy here at South Park High and-"

"No… What about Miss Williams?" My ears roared.

The principle leaned back in her office chair and tilted her head back to look at me more clearly. "Well… We got a report from Miss McKenzie that-"

I cut her off by turning and leaving the room. I just… left.

Oooooooo drama... XD Haha Hope you enjoyed it! Review PLEASE~ (it encourages me to write more lololol)

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