Author's note:

I'm just gonna skip the Track and Feild part, its too boring. And this chapter is somewhat based on my own Track and Feild day this year (which is when I got the idea to write this, I'm just slow) , because all my friends were sitting in a big group, and it was hard for me to really join the group, so I just sat and was a loner when I didn't have any events. Also, I know some Track and Feild terms may sound weird, I live in Canada, so I'm basing this on a Canadian Track and Feild Day.

And I know I didn't really make it clear what happened with Red, Kevin and Bebe's group, but I promise I will in this chapter [: Enjoy!

Red scanned the entire feild area. There were people doing events, people sitting and relaxing, people walking around, the very unfit people, AKA, Eric Cartman, vomiting at the side of the track because he had run too much (100 meter) and there was Bebe's group. They were all sitting in a large circle, gathered around a fortune teller, the thing that had made her social life a living Hell. She didn't want to remember the moment, but she somehow found it replaying in her head.

May 22, 2009 (Red's POV)

I remember it like it was yesterday. Hell, it was only five days ago. Bebe was going to pick someone so that she could tell their future. That someone turned out to be me.

"Alright Red...what do you wanna know?" Bebe asked.

"Hmm....I wanna know who I'm gonna marry." I responded.

"Okay! Pick a number!"

"3."

"One, two, three. Now, pick a colour."

"Green."

"G-R-E-E-N."

"Now blue!" I said, knowing exactly how these things work.

Bebe lifted the flap, and said " It says you will marry one of your best guy friends."

"What?! I only have one guy friend!"

Heidi thought for a minute. "So that means..."

"OH....EMM....GEE!" Bebe interupted. "You're gonna marry Kevin!!"

"EEEEEEEEWWWW!!!" All the girls, even I, said in unison.

As all the girls talked about how gross and stupid Kevin was, I began to blush.

"Red, are you blushing?!" Annie exclaimed, a little too loudly.

"Oh my God! She likes Kevin Stoley!!!" Bebe yelled, way louder than Annie did. So loud, it turned the heads of most South Park Elementary Students, including Kevin.

I felt a small sting in my eyes, and started blinking faster than I would normally. I was about to cry. However, I never cry. EVER. So, naturally, I ran. I ran past Bebe's group, I ran past Kevin's group of Star Wars fans, AKA, Nerds, I ran into the school, I ran past Mr. Mackey before he could lecture me on how "Running in the hallways is bad, mmkay?" and I ran to the girls bathroom. I looked into the mirror. My eyes were almost as red as my hair, and I watched a small tear drop form in my eye. I blinked faster on purpose now, trying to make the water in my eye become a tear, and it formed into a tear. I watched it roll down my cheek, not wanting to wipe it away. It was so rare that I actually did cry, I wanted to treasure it.

Red came back to reality, because the author just realized she had been spending too much time on her memory. So, anyway, she looked for something to do when she had no events. She eventually found a quiet spot behind a giant tree. She got lost in her dreams again until five minutes later, when she found someone looking down at her, with an angry look on his face. He was dressed fully in black, holding a big purple stereo, and he wore more eyeliner than most of the female teachers. He had ice blue eyes, which would have caught anyone's attention, but Red barely noticed them. She noticed the red streak in his hair, how it poured down to the fringe that he flipped out of his face every couple seconds. Red was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice how pissed off he was. Finally, he spoke.

"Um...what the hell are you doing here?"

Red was speechless. She couldn't think of anything to say but; "Sitting?"

"Well..." Red turned her head to see there was three other angry goths, and the tallest one was speaking. "Go sit somewhere else." Red had no idea what to say to that either. She was still dazed by the beauty of the goth closest to her.

"Yeah." The female goth said. She was almost as fat as Eric Cartman, the fattest kid in school. "Everyone know this is the goth hangout."

"Why don't you just go back to your preppy conformist friends?" The Goth with red in his hair asked harshly.

Rebecca stood up and walked away. "Fine, emos." she said, as she watched their faces go red with rage. "Go ahead and take this spot. After all, its a nice place for cutting yourselves."

"Cut OURSELVES? We ought to cut YOU, ya conformist Nazi Cheerleader!!!" Screamed the smallest of the goths. Red just laughed and walked away, finding another nice spot on the other side of the field. She couldn't help but look over at the Goths every once in a while, just to sneak a peak at the boy with the red streak. He was beautiful, stunning, handsome, alluring...oh, words couldn't describe it. There was just something about him, his icy blue eyes, his frail figure, and the bloodshot red streaking his deep black hair. She shook all the thoughts out of her head. He was an goth. She was a prep. And preps and goths just didn't click. Prep, goth. That's all they would ever be.