So it was official, Kenny was coming home from school that day with Hunter. And thanks to Kyle (and Butter's being such a little pussy goody-two shoes), they were going to be completely alone in the house, free from any kind of parental interference. It was just going to be the two teens in the new home, void of all other life and company, because Avery would be gone almost all night. For the first time in her life, Hunter was going to be completely by herself, plus one. That was scaring the living shit out of her!

Maybe it would have been a good idea to call her dad and have him cancel his plans to visit his monster of a sister. No. No matter how afraid of the prospect of being alone with Kenny she was, Hunter couldn't do that to Avery. He loved his aunt, that horrid bitch. But the Jewpacabra's sire loved the boy and treated him well, and that was all that mattered. Besides, their dad almost never spent any time with just his son, so they both needed this...

Called back into the house after talking to the Cartman family, albeit briefly, Mr. Bloodworth had informed Hunter while changing for work that morning that he would be picking up Avery from school as a special early birthday surprise, and after spending the afternoon together, would take him out to visit an old aunt in Middle Park. Mr. Bloodworth had put so much work in the previous day, and would continue to do so, so he had decided to take off a few hours early. Hunter didn't have to question why she was not invited to Aunt Rita's, because they had a long history between them, and it was Dr. Phil levels of ugly. The brittle old tampon could refuse to believe that Hunter was her brother's child all she wanted. Fucking anal cunt.

Thankfully, the start of class had given everyone something else to focus their minds on: Mr. Garrison. Seriously. Once again, Garrison was telling Kenny to take that cold place in the corner so the more privileged students could be a little less miserable, and once again, he was met with resilience. Feelings for the blonde aside, Hunter really saw no reason why they couldn't at least change off places daily. She would have fought for the same right for any one of her fellow students, with one obvious exception. Token, Bebe, Kyle, and a couple of others were fairly impressed that the new guy (or as Kyle knew, new girl) was so obstinate about the matter, but still a larger majority thought that it was idiotic. Stupid or not, it was taking up class time, and that was never a bad thing.

"Kenny, what did we talk about yesterday?" Mr. Garrison put his hands to his hips, fed up with all the damn teenagers he had to teach. Why the hell did he have to fill in and try to teach these ungrateful little bastards?! "You. Are. Poor. That means that you sit on the floor and let the other students sit at the desks."

It was Hunter that had taken the place on the floor, insisting back on the bus that Kenny take the desk today, no matter what the teacher said. It was also Hunter that was doing all the talking. "Mr. Garrison, I really don't mind sitting on the ground today. In fact, I see no reason why we can't change places in a peaceful manner."

Groaning, Mr. Garrison saw that Hunter was going to be a problem. "Hunter, it's simple logic why Kenny has to sit in the corner, not just economics and math. Being white trash, Kenny is doomed to a life of poverty, failure, and trouble, so he's not a priority. Because of his social caste, he won't have to pay attention in class, and so it's just a waste of space having him in here at all. You, being middle-class, will at least have a chance at mediocrity, so you have to sit where I can keep an eye on you, so I can make sure that you're at least pretending to pay attention."

Maybe that was true, but that didn't mean that Kenny didn't matter. After all, if the young McCormick boy had stayed in school this long, there was still hope for him yet. "I don't care! He matters as much as any of the rest of us, so I'm not moving!"

Most of the students were amused by this still, but after thirty minutes of pointless back and forth, Kyle thought that Hunter was being a major dumbass. Yes, Kenny did matter, and it was incredibly fucked up how Mr. Garrison was treating him, but that didn't mean that she had to go this far to prove that. The whole thing was ridiculous. "Oh, Jesus Christ."

"Kyle!" Mr. Garrison had had enough of this argument, and Kyle was just the means he needed to end it. "Kenny, Kyle, and Hunter, I want you three in the principal's office now! I have a class to not teach!"

Grumbling to himself about other people and their stupidity, Kyle grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way for the door. Had the debate only gone on for a couple of minutes, Kyle might have sided with his peer, but as it stood, both sides were being turds. Still better than a giant douche though, which is what Garrison was. Shrugging himself out of the desk, Kenny followed suit. He really didn't care where he sat, it was a simple as that. They both waited for Hunter to join them, and together, they made their way out of the room.

"Fucking asshole!" Still fuming, Hunter glowered and glared. Inspired by her mother's past volunteer work, she took this kind of thing to heart. "He has no right to treat people that way!"

Mumbling something along the lines of indifference, Kenny admitted that he heard that kind of stuff all the time, even at home when his parents grilled him about getting a full-time job to help support the family. But all the same, it was kind of nice to hear someone stick up for him - not that he needed it. That part he didn't own up to aloud. Muffled, he told Hunter to not sweat it.

Kyle had the feeling that she wouldn't let it die so easily. He wondered if it was because of her 'love' for Kenny, or if she was really just that passionate about equality. "Yeah, someone probably needs to change his tampon." He did his best to make his annoyance at being sent to the principal's office as obvious as he possibly could. "Even the female activists at the school aren't this pissed off."

Daggers flying through her eyes, Hunter stopped walking at pointed her finger at Kyle. "I'm not on my period! Jerk. And for another thing..." Her shoulders slumped forth and some of the fire was extinguished as something in his comment reminded her of her predicament with Kenny. Perhaps it was something along the lines of her identity being put out there. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something," She subtly jerked her heads towards Kenny, "If you have a moment?"

Kenny looked between the other two, wondering just what was up with them. The way that they were acting, it was if they had already shared some kind of a bonding experience that helped them to understand the other on a level that outsiders couldn't. Just what happened between them in only a night...?

Was it possible that...?

No, that was impossible... Wasn't it? Kyle had specifically told him that it was only Stan, only his best friend and no one else, so it couldn't be, not in a day. Kenny knew from sheer observance that it was true, that Kyle had only been interested in Stan, so it must have been something else, something about Hunter... But what?

Was it possible that Hunter wasn't what he seemed?

Years of friendship with someone meant knowing a great deal about one another, and they were no exception. Kyle was the only person that knew what Kenny was doing so late in the dark hours of night, and Kenny was one of the few that knew Kyle's secret (the random slut assumed he was the sole person Kyle had chosen to confide in, since Stan was obviously not an option). Only a handful in the existing world knew that the young lad was in fact a bisexual; but Kenny thought that word ill-fitting for the Jew, since Stan seemed to be the only guy that Kyle had fancied. No, there was definitely something about Hunter that didn't sit right, and a part of him knew it from the very beginning...

Just to be absolutely clear, Hunter is scared of being alone with Kenny because she likes him, but being alone with Kyle was fine, because she doesn't like him in that way. And Kenny is only a random slut in reference to the episode "Terrence and Phillip: Behind the Blow". And now, it's time to prepare for the flashbacks!

I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and Avery!