Old Habits Die Hard (pt.2)
Tweek T.
"We be all night, love~love~ we be all night, love~, love~!"
"I'm never tired, never tired, been sippin, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire~"
"You know this song would sound a lot more better if you just let Beyonce sing it. Not you."
I roll my eyes at Token's comment, but stop singing and take the lone earbud from my right ear and in the process I my sock covered foot at Token.
Funnily enough, I nabbed these black cat littered socks from Ruby yesterday at Craig's place because I thought they looked cool. Although it does nothing to match my burgundy beanie, green pullover hoodie on top of my black shirt, dark blue jean knee length shorts and black and white Vans that are discarded somewhere around the room.
Token just bats my feet away and continues to thumb through his phone as he sits next to me on the long mancini dark brown/beige sectional sofa in his room. Token decided to wear an imaginary foundation baseball tee shirt, white skinny jeans, and black and white matching Nikes. And he looks Immaculate as always.
Sitting up I look over Token's shoulder and ask before popping a dorito in my mouth, "Whatcha doing?"
"Telling Clyde to meet us at the party and letting Heidi know we'll be there to pre-game," I whine unashamedly. Who even came up with pre-gaming? Someone who wanted to get wasted before an acceptable time that's who.
"What do you mean we?" A new voice says causing me to turn around, and instantly regret it a second later.
I can't believe this douchebag. Leaning on the door to Token's room is Craig wearing a black beanie, a Dravus West black and white stars tank top underneath a leather black jacket with a connected hood, black jeans, and all black Vans with the white stars printed on the backstays. Perfect. Craig just had to look stunning as always. The guy loves his clothes and it shows.
When he notices me staring at him, his tongue flicks out at his silver lip ring with a smirk. Fuck! Turning away from Craig I try to will away the boner that's promising its appearance any moment now.
"I promised Heidi we would come over to pre-game with her," Token says shrugging at Craig as he sits on the left arm of the sofa. Does he not notice how amazeballs Craig looks right now or is it just me?
"Again, what's with the 'we' I didn't give you my consent," Craig says being a brat and making Token roll his eyes.
See Craig's being a brat right now because he doesn't like pre-gaming. Meaning he doesn't like showing up early, He'd rather prefer to show up fashionably late, even though he'd punch me if he heard me mention it as so.
Best bet though is that Token promised he'd help Heidi pre-game just to be nice and hang out with Nicole who also agreed to help pre-game at Heidi's party. But me? I could really careless, but even though I'll usually be game...I'm kinda feeling like coming later.
"You don't have to come," Token says finally as he slides his phone in his pocket.
"No, I want to know why you would promise to even go pre-gaming in the beginning. We never pregame." Jeez why does everything always have to have some ulterior motive with Craig? Why is he so suspicious lately.
"He wants to hangout with his girlfriend dude. Get off his back," I stand and find my shoes by one of the large floor to ceiling windows and slip them on, "Why are you so suspicious, chill out."
"I am," Craig says dismissively, and I glare at him.
"No, you're not." Fucking liar.
"Why are you being so pissy Craig?" Token asks, eyebrows furrowing together in annoyance as he continues to stare at the screen of his Iphone.
"I'm not pissy," Craig says sounding like a tee'd off pup, "I'm just pissed-"
"That's the same thing," I roll my eyes, "Just shut up and go somewhere else," I say waving my hand idly around the room, "You don't have to pre-party at Heidi's." I don't want to fucking pre-game, but if it means having to stick it out with Craig then I'll happily hop into Token's car.
"I'm not saying I won't pre-game!" Craig says sounding like a defiant shit head.
"Then what are you saying, crazy?!" I yell, now facing Craig.
"I'm saying, who the fuck gave anyone permission to just decide what the rest of us does?" Craig grits out, eyebrows arching slightly at me, "If he wants a fuck then he shouldn't involve us in it."
"Just shut up Craig, you're not making any sense,"I say finally, "You're being a bitch. No one decided anything, he was just suggesting we help pre-game."
"Are you his fucking voice now?" Craig says in irritation.
Suddenly Token stands between both Craig and I before shrugging nonchalantly and walking out of the open bedroom door, leaving me and Craig by the doorway.
A few moments pass where we both just keep glaring at each other in annoyance before I finally yell out in frustration, "Wait, Token I'm coming with you!" and practically break my legs going down the hallway to the balcony of the pristine white stairs.
"What?!" Craig asks racing after me and trying to drag me back.
We tussle for a moment before I elbow Craig in the chin causing the brunette to let me go. I scramble down the stairs only to tumble down the last few aching steps when Craig cleverly jumps upon my thin frame. We both eventually land at Token's feet and continue to fight along the marble white floor. With a sigh Token exits the house.
A couple minutes goes by and I escape Craig's clutches again. Getting to my feet I ignore Craig and before he could even begin to to open his mouth a familiar hum of a car sounds faintly in the foyer. Rushing towards the large double doors I fling one wrought iron door open and notice Token's white range rover sport leaving in the distance.
"Fuck!" I run a hand over my face as I stand in the doorway. My body instantly stiffens as I feel Craig's body push against my backside. And as the annoying and drop dead sexy chuckle resonates in my ear I've never wanted to kill and fuck someone so badly.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," Craig speaks, "I guess today would've been a great day to actually drive your own car and not bum a ride from your friend."
I clench my fists at my sides in preparation to hit Craig square in the eye. And I do.
Ignoring Craig's brief yelp of pain I storm off, ignoring the burning of in my hand (It's not broken, but it stings like hell) and going somewhere I don't really care as long as it's away from Craig. Asshole.
"Alright, see ya later Sam," I shout in the back as I wipe my hands on a old red cloth before throwing it somewhere in the auto shop. I nod to myself as I hear my boss's voice telling me to get the hell outta here already. I chuckle to myself, "Alright, old man." Till this day I can't believe he let what he calls a 'snot nose brat' like myself even work here. Its just something that I've always been interested in so when I heard about a job opening up I went for it. It was incredibly rare that I even got the job because I was just starting high school and I had next to no degree and experience, but once I showed him what I can do and how much I wanted the experience he hired me on the spot.
Exiting the auto shop I see a familiar white bmw x6 with spinout gloss black with pink face rims. Walking towards it I gets inside, sliding into the passenger seat. Immediately my nostrils are infiltrated by the smell of pineapples.
"Hey babe," Bebe greets before quickly backing out of the parking space and out of the parking lot.
"Hey," I greet back and give her a kiss on her cheek and grin as her face scrunches up in disgust.
"Okay, okay, you're all greasy Ken," Bebe says quickly.
"I know, and you're wet," I say looking at Bebe in confusion.
"Oh, I went pre-gaming with Red at Heidi's and some genius decided to take out the hose and squirt us with water."
"You have no idea how wrong that just sounded," I say trying not to laugh at Bebe's words, but fail at Bebe's little impish shrug at the realization of her words.
"Atleast I wouldn't be soaked-" Bebe stopped again and sticks her tongue out, "Screw it," We both burst into laughter.
"Its okay Bebe, you're sexually frustrated. It happens," I say with a impish shrug of my own.
"Pssh, I am not sexually frustrated. I'm just-you're just taking everything the wrong way."
"I take everything the wrong way."
Bebe doesn't say anything to that, but asks, "Do you want me to drop you at home because I gotta go home and change."
"Uh, sure," I agree and that's the last thing we say conversational wise. We both sing to the radio the rest of the way and enjoy each others company. Once Bebe's car comes to a stop in my empty driveway I begin to exit, but Bebe grabs my arm and gives me a 'look'.
Taking the hint I nod, a knowing grin gracing my lips as we both exit. I take out my keys and open the door, we both step inside and Bebe is immediately all over me. I am only able to break apart for a second as Bebe kisses my neck.
Listening for any sign of a TV being on or a stereo and finding nothing I immediately pull Bebe upstairs. Bebe pushes against my bedroom door causing it to open from not being fully closed and I shut it with my foot before she leads me to my bed. Pushing me down on the bed Bebe straddles my waist and bites my earlobe and I've finally had enough of this torture.
Flipping our positions I flip Bebe onto her back and stand, pulling off my white T-shirt and removing my faded blue jeans along with my shoes. Bebe stares at me as she bites her lip invitingly.
I quickly help Bebe unbuckle her short jean cutoffs as she removes her soaked white tank top revealing her hot pink bra underneath. She pulls down her matching pink panties painfully slow, teasing me. Fuck. She bites her lip once again before letting them pool at her ankles and drop to the floor.
I don't bother undoing Bebe's bra as she pushes it up completely revealing herself. I don't hesitate to free myself from the confines of my black and maroon striped boxer briefs. I hover above Bebe, tease her a bit, getting her ready to take me. I don't stop until she's clawing at my back before entering in one swift motion, Bebe's breathy moans filling my bedroom.
Thirty minutes later I'm lying in my bed as Bebe gets dressed. Arm behind my head as I watch as she pulls her shorts on over her panties. I close my eyes in a content sigh. When Bebe is fully dressed I open my eyes once I feel her lips against mine.
"Thanks for that," She says with a small smirk playing on her lips.
She'd better stop. The way she's looking at me, I can feel myself steadily hardening again from the thought of dragging her back onto the bed and going for round two. As Bebe slides on her shoes, she just looks so fuckable, so gorgeous. I will never understand why no one wants to date Bebe.
She's a pretty awesome girl. She can hang with the guys when it comes to drinking and eating (even went head to head with Cartman). She's hilarious and clearly a good fuck. I'm brought out of my mind at the tug on the steel dog tag around my neck and Bebe kisses me on the head before leaving and I can't help, but wonder why haven't I officially taken Bebe onto my arm.
We haven't even went on a real date before. We kind of just fuck and are there for each other whenever. She's the perfect buddy...but I just don't know what it is about her or rather me that just hesitates. I know she hasn't been the same since...Kyle, but that's beside the point. Suddenly I feel guilty about this entire situation. This has been happening for a while now every time I actually think about making things official with Bebe. Everytime. I know I don't want anything permanent right now, but is it wrong to still deep down hope that I will one day be ready. Ready to really let someone...love me and let myself love them.
Ruby T.
'Hi, you've reached Ike Broflovski! Leave your name and number and hopefully I will be able to return your call.' Beep!
I press the end button on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time. I run my fingers through my messy red hair before sighing and putting it in a sloppy bun on top of my head.
"Still no answer," I say kicking my feet up on the hot pink coffee table in front of me.
I look beside me at Karen who has her nose in a book at this very moment when I'm mentally freaking out here! "Kare," I whine trying to get Karen's attention. Karen reluctantly pulls her eyes away from her English book and stares at me.
"What?"
"Are you even listening to me?!"
"Yes."
"Then why aren't you freaking out?" I ask incredulously.
"Because, there is nothing to freak out about. You called him way too many times, he didn't answer way too many times. He's clearly avoiding you."
"Humph," I shrug, "Maybe his phone is on silent."
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that," Karen mumbles causing me to suck in a breath in shock, but instead of being irritated I punch Karen on the arm.
With a smirk I ask slowly, "What?"
"Oh, nothing," Karen says in fake niceness, knowing I heard her.
"Oh, I don't think it was nothing," I say, standing and facing Karen causing Karen's eyebrows to raise.
"Don't you dare," Karen says in preparation.
I chuckle, "I'm gonna."
"No-" Karen didn't have the chance to finish before I pounce on her in the beginnings of a tickle war.
"Stop! S-stop," Karen says, but I don't care to listen and eventually we both fall in a heap onto the soft white carpeted floor of my bedroom.
"Ow, Ruby!" Karen complains while rubbing the back of her head while straddling me.
"Atleast I'm not the one with the fat ass."
"Hey! My ass is not fat," I shrug impishly at Karen's mock offended look. What? Girl's got ass.
"I beg to differ," A new voice says causing both of us to turn our head to the person standing in my doorway, "You actually have a well rounded backside with just enough thickness to put a guy like me to bed. And even five shots of vodka couldn't do that."
"Told ya," I say sticking my tongue out and wiggling it at Karen.
"Whaddya want Filmore?" Karen asks pushing up from me.
"Here to see us make out?" I ask taking Karen's hand and standing up.
"Though that would be so awesome, I'm afraid I'm here to deliver some news."
"What's that? You finally nailed Flora or did she somehow change her mind?" Karen says rolling her eyes.
"Why so interested little Mccormick? Would you like to learn how to drive stick."
"Ew no."
"I don't know maybe you are interested," Filmore says moving closer to Karen.
"Down puppy, you know Karen's just being a lil shit," I say laying upside down on my hot pink canopy bed while holding one of my pink dumbbells in hand, careful not to chip my turquoise painted nails I got done yesterday after school.
"Yeah," Filmore says, but not sounding so convinced, "Maybe," He says staring at Karen before grinning and causing his dimples to show as he runs a hand through his dark hair.
"Any reason you're still here?" Karen asks sitting back in her former spot on the cute hot pink sofa.
"Just to visit my dear friend Ruby," I continue to pump the dumbbell in the ar steadily.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I've missed your bright and shining face."
"You just saw her literally four hours ago-"
"But I also wanted to know if you'd hook me up with Beth Frankleston."
I chuckle as I continue to work out as Karen scrunches up her nose in distaste, "Frankleston huh?" I acknowledge before unceremoniously dropping the dumbbell on the floor and sitting up, "You must like 'em crazy."
"What can I say, crazy girls are amazingly good in the sack."
"You do know she kicked her last boyfriend's ass right. In front of his parents," Karen adds skeptically.
I raise an eyebrow in an 'are you sure' way at Filmore to which he nods slightly, " I'll talk to her, sure." I agree. Alright then.
"Cool, then I'll see you guys tonight."
"What's tonight," Karen asks boredly.
"You guys don't know," Filmore asks slowly.
"Know what," I question folding my arms over my purple hearts scattered shirt.
"There's gonna be a huge party tonight at some girl named Heather? Emma's house tonight. Anybody that's anybody is going to be there. Filmore smirks once again, "But seeing how you just found out, I guess you're both...are nobodies."
"We are not nobodies. We heard about the party, we just didn't know which one you were talking about."
"Oh, really now?"
"Yeah, in fact, my brother invited us."
"Craig Tucker. The boy who smashed Josh Meyers' head open in juvenile hall last year. The infamous Craig Tucker invited his baby sister to a party where there's gonna be a lot of sex, drugs and alcohol present.
"Yup," I agree accenting the P.
Filmore narrows his eyes skeptically before shrugging carelessly, "Alright, well I'll see you two there."
"Wait," I call quickly causing Filmore to halt in his steps.
"What?"
"I never told you what I wanted in return for hooking you up with Natasha."
"Beth." Filmore corrects.
"Who cares."
"HA!" Karen laughs as she continues to flip through the gossip magazine carelessly.
"I want you to," I continue, and quickly glance at Karen, "Hook Karen up with someone."
"WHAT?" Both Karen and Filmore shout simultaneously. I'm loving this already.
"That's the deal," I lean back against my huge bed, "Take it or leave it." Yeah, I'm being a shit right now, it's my forte.
"No," Karen protests, "Him hooking me up on a date," Karen starts incredulously, "First ew, second I don't even want to date anyone."
"Yeah right Kare. Ever since we became high school freshmen, you've been eyeballing all those football jocks."
"No, I haven't," Karen protests weakly.
"Plus, who better than to find you a date then the guy who's slept with all of the freshmen class himself."
"That's exactly the point. How is he gonna get me a date when he'll do anything for sex. He doesn't know the meaning of dating let alone having an actual relationship with someone-"
"Deal," Filmore says interrupting Karen's tirade.
My smirk widens, "Shake on it," I offer a lazy hand.
"Only if you'll help."
"You're horrible, get out of my room Filmore," I throw a plush silk hot pink pillow at him which he quickly dodges. Football has been good to him. Fast reflexes and all that.
Filmore looks at Karen before exiting, "Where something, you normally wouldn't."
As soon as Filmore's gone I squeal like a four year old, bouncing over to Karen, "Omigosh, we are going to a par-ty, we are going to a par-tay!" I sing before reality sets in for my ass, "Oh my god, we are going to our first ever high school party! What are we gonna wear, how am I gonna wear my hair, what shoes am I-"
"I'm not going." Karen interrupts, busting my bubble.
"What, Kare, please. You've got to! It's our first ever real party. With really cute boys and...girls and it's our first real party! Not the backyard, balloon animals and parent approved 'music' parties where everyone just stands against the walls. This is gonna be...awesome."
"No, I'm perfectly content not going."
"Please Kare."
"No."
"Kare~" I try in a singsong tone.
"No~" Karen answers back.
"Pwease, I can't go without my bestest friend in the whole wide world! I need you Kare," I pout, giving Karen full on puppy eyes.
"Ugh," Karen moans in irritation after a few moments of me just staring at her with wide pleading eyes,
"Fine. Just stop looking at me like that."
"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!" I rush out. She couldn't resist me.
"No problem." Karen mocks my earlier pouting voice, "You are my bestest frwend in the whole wide world."
I pinch Karen on the thigh, "Bitch."
"Whore," Karen says slapping my right hip with a small smile. "But how are we gonna get in. Because Craig didn't really invite you and Kenny's damn sure not gonna even let me set foot outside of the house if he knew what we are planning."
"Simple, We sneak out, seeing as my mom's working late tonight and my dad is having one of his poker nights down in the basement. Then we'll just have to check twitter or instagram and boom, we'll have a good sense of where this party is located because I mean this is South Park, how hard could it be to find where this 'house party' is."
"What if it's in North Park?"
"We gotta stay optimistic, but if so...looks like we'll have to bum a ride from someone."
"Who do we know that isn't an adult and aren't most likely to tell our brothers on us?"
"Georgie."
"Okay...but," Karen says hesitantly, "Last time we were in his car we almost died."
I grimace at the memory, "Road rage at its finest."
"How is he even allowed to drive?"
"He's not, he only has a permit."
"What?"
"Yeah, but who's gonna stop him? Officer Barbrady doesn't care as long as he doesn't hit anything...or anybody."
"Christ."
"But that's plan B."
"Got a plan C?"
"These heels were made for walkin…"
"Okay," Karen smiles at my song reference, I can tell she's starting to feel better about our plans. Standing we both begin to search for suitable high school party outfits.
(*)
After checking Twitter and Instagram and even Facebook we get the address for the party. Now Karen and I are just staring in the mirror at the outfits we picked out in awe. Karen gawked at my outfit when I first showed her which just consists of high waisted frayed hem bleach denim shorts, a black tank top underneath one of Craig's open black and red plaid shirts (that I had to roll the sleeves all the way up to my elbows) and black chunky heel booties. With a silver zig zag necklace and a pair of aviator sunglasses pushed through my wavy hair to finish.
Taking in Karen's outfit, that I picked out (with her approval of course) made me even more excited for this party. I can tell by the slight twitching of her fingers that she was trying to stop herself from pulling down on the grape colored sara slash neck crop top to hide her bare tummy. To match she is wearing black denim tube shorts, the gold curve necklace she got for her birthday last year. Bending down she adjusts the laces of her black calf length combat boots, but I know she just did that out of nervosity. I let her retie her boots as I do the finishing touches to her messy bun on top of her head, silently hoping everything goes smoothly.
"We look...so hot," I complement doing a full spin in my full length mirror that hangs on my closet door.
Karen furrows her eyebrows together as she glares at the mirror in front of her, "But how are we going to get out of the house without anyone from your dad's poker night seeing us?"
"Simple," I open my closet door wider and reveal two black trench coats.
"And why do you have trench coats in your closet?"
"Because I've always wanted a reason to dress up like a detective. Like I was on some mission only I knew about."
Karen raises a curious eyebrow, "And my trusty sidekick. So here," I hand Karen a trench coat. "Suit up."
(*)
Ten minutes later both Karen and I are inching closer and closer to the front door, trying to make as little sound as possible despite the soft clacking of our boots on the shiny wooden floor in the foyer. As Karen wraps her fingers around the door knob a voice causes both of us to halt in our steps.
"Where do you think you're going," Sounds the nonchalant voice of Thomas Tucker. He looks between both Karen and I with bored interest despite the clear curiosity of his words.
I would have outright laughed at the situation because of both us standing in the foyer wearing long trench coats and my dad holding a can of beer in one hand and a huge bowl of chips in the other, "We are just going to Pattie's house," I lie, hoping the slight shake in my voice doesn't resonate.
"Whose Pattie?"
"Just some girl. We were just gonna watch movies."
After a moment in which my dad just stares at us before taking a casual sip of his cold beer, "Oh," he says in acknowledgement, "Are you girls planning on sleeping over?"
"Probably, but we may come back if it's not too late."
"Okay." My dad walks away and as we hear his footsteps descend into the basement we both let out a breath of relief before Karen flings the front door open and we leave. I close the door tightly before we remove our trench coats. We discard the coats near the side of the house behind my mom's large rose bushes before walking down the driveway. And I make a mental note to myself to remember to collect the coats when I get back home. Karen takes out her phone and pulls up the saved address to the party and types it in her phone's GPS. Not wasting any more time we begin walking to what is our first ever high school party.
I Glance at the digital clock on my dashboard after I park my car by the side of Heidi's house. Its 9:45. I step out and straighten my plain white t shirt that I'm wearing underneath an Edwin blue dots shirt. To match I'm wearing black jeans, a pair of high top sneakers and a blue and silver sports watch. I adjust the burgundy beanie on my head as I head straight to the front door. Security my ass. From outside I can hear the loud thumping of music and the sounds of drunk laughter from inside. Opening the door I'm immediately assaulted by the blasting music full on, and people greeting me with hugs, casual handshakes or fist bumps, and the slight nod in acknowledgement.
"Stan, you tosser, the party started at eight," Heidi playfully pushes my shoulder.
"That's why I showed up an hour later," I give her a half hug before being enveloped in a hug by Bebe.
"Yeah, no one ever comes on time," Wendy agrees as she makes her way towards me.
"Hey babe," I greet, leaning down to kiss Wendy on the lips as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Nice outfit," Wendy compliments touching my soft medium length quiff that slightly fans over my eyes.
"You look...so hot," I tell Wendy, eyeing her shamelessly. Wendy wore a short sleeved white shirt with 'hakuna matata' printed on the front, dark wash high waisted blue jeans, matching beanie and wedge sneakers. Her pin straight hair looks amazing in the dim lighting of Heidi's foyer.
"Thanks," Wendy says touching my cheek lightly.
Soon both of us are interrupted by Clyde who already seems to have had more than a few drinks in him already, "Stan, my man. How's it going?"
"What's up Clyde," Wendy rolls her eyes as both Clyde and I give our usual handshake.
"How long you've been here?"
"Since seven to help set up and do a little pre-gaming. But you're as fashionably late as usual."
"Not as 'fashionably' late as Craig will be."
"Yeah, he just texted me, he should be here in about half an hour at the latest."
"Where is everyone?"
"Shit if I know," Clyde says as he smoothly takes the red cup out of a passing girl's hand and drinks from it before giving it back. All without glancing twice at the girl. She blushes cherry before scurrying to tell her friends about what happened. Freshmen. "I saw Token and Kevin Stoley in the kitchen somewhere, but I was about to head over to the beer pong table," Clyde half smiles, "You up for a game?"
Always up for a game, "Yeah, sure."
Before I can follow Clyde over to where a group of girls and guys are crowded around playing beer pong Wendy stops me with her hand on my arm, "What's up?" I ask, trying not to let my eyes wander away from her face, to other places...
"Just take it easy tonight, okay?"
I like that Wendy cares, but it's a party, and not my first one, so instead of being irritated I wrap my arm around Wendy's waist "Awww babe," I coo at Wendy, "Always so worried about lil ole' me."
"I'm serious Stan."
"I know Wens, but don't worry, I'm not even trying to get trashed tonight. I'll pace myself promise, okay?" Wendy nods and lets me kiss her cheek before walking away.
"Did you finish all of your homework today Butters?"
"Yes mom," I reply curtly.
"That's nice Butters."
"Well, me and your mother are gonna close in for the night and I expect you to the same soon."
"Yeah, okay. Goodnight." My mom runs her tired fingers through my blonde locks as she passes me on her way upstairs, closely followed by my dad.
After the soft thump of my parent's door closing I let out a tired sigh. Pulling my phone out of my light blue pajama pants pocket I check the time. 10:00. There's no way I'm going anywhere at this point. Heidi's party is probably in full swing by now. I try not to let myself dwell on it any longer and go upstairs to just go to bed. Closing my door softly behind me I go over to my light blue bed and land face first on the soft covers. With a small groan I eventually flip onto my back and close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep. Only to be scared half to death by a loud tapping on my window. Jerking up straight I turn around facing the window seeing Kenny perched outside my window. Quickly getting up before my parents take notice I open the window letting Kenny in.
"Kenny, what are you doing here," I ask softly as I wrap my arms around myself from the onslaught of the cool breeze coming from the open window.
"Sneaking you out," Kenny says simply.
"What? No. W-we can't just climb out of my window."
"Why not?"
"My parents are right next door and I don't think I'll hear the end of it if they saw me climbing out of my bedroom window when I'm supposed to be grounded."
"Butters do you wanna go party tonight or be the good parent abiding son who's gonna miss one of the first parties of the school year?"
"Okay...but just be quiet while I change."
"No problem," Kenny says as he goes to lounge against my light blue headboard with white squiggly lines designed around it, "No problem at all," Kenny says sultrily and I feel his eyes watching me as I strip my pajama pants revealing light blue hello kitty boxer briefs, "Nice underwear, by the way."
I blush to the tip of my pale ears, but continue to change into white ripped jeans, throwing a Wildfox tie dye shirt over my head and sliding my sock covered feet into a pair of white converses.
"Really Butters?"
"What?" I ask confused at Kenny's raised eyebrow.
"I say we're gonna sneak out and you wear the boldest colors."
"I guess I underestimated your 'sneaking' abilities then," I say a bit sarcastically. I can't help it I'm nervous right now and a bit happy that Kenny really came through for me.
"No, its fine. You know I'm just fucking with you, cutie." Kenny stands with a stretch and I actually see's what Kenny wore, which contrasts greatly to my bright clothing. The moonlight illuminates Kenny's dark grey crew neck, dark acid wash jeans and black vans, "Alright I'll hop down first."
"How did you even get up here?"
Kenny smirks lightly, "You can't know all my secrets," he says before quickly hopping out and landing on his knees gracefully like some sort super hero before standing back up quickly and looking up at me.
I hesitate because although I do yoga on a daily basis I'm not nowhere near as agile as Kenny is. And honestly I don't wanna bust my head on the way down. Kenny waves his hand encouragingly, but I'm stiff as a popsicle stick. After slowly counting to three in my head I jump. And land right on my bum.
"Are you okay?" Kenny asks as he quickly helps me up and helps dust grass off of my pants. I bite my lip as his fingers run over my waist.
"Yeah," I say a little breathlessly as we begin walking over to a car. "Whose car?" I eye the Ford F150 parked next to my the house.
"Kevin's he's up here for the weekend to visit from college and he said I could take it."
"When do ya' think you're gonna get your car back?" I ask as we both get inside.
"Should be done in a couple weeks. I'm putting some new stuff inside, just gotta wait for the rest of the materials."
"I think it's real cool how you know how to work on cars Kenny. You're real talented."
"Thanks Butters," Kenny chuckles before starting up the truck and quickly taking off.
I blush as Kenny steers the car with one hand while he uses his other to ruffle my cropped hair fondly.
"Have you told anyone else of your plans for school?" I ask because I'm curious on where Kenny's mind is at.
"No, just you and Bebe."
"Do you want anyone else to know? I think it's okay to let your friends know what you plan on doing once school is over."
"Maybe. Its just that," Kenny turns a corner before glancing at me, "People don't really expect more of me. They don't think I have goals or think of anything other than-"
"I expect more of you," I blurt because I can tell Kenny was becoming frustrated, "I believe you are capable and worth more than just alcohol, drugs and bullshit parties."
Kenny nods, but doesn't reply. A few minutes later as I'm staring out the passenger side window I feel Kenny's hand squeezing my thigh, but I don't look down.
Almost an hour into the party and I've had about three vodkas mixed with lemonade and whatever concoction Jason created consisting of peach ciroc, lemon juice and rum. Everyone's standing around dancing and cheering as the game of pool between me and Pete Melman becomes more interesting. Pete throws another twenty down on the side of the pool table. "Raising the ante?" I acknowledge as I sink another strip ball into a hole.
There are only a few balls left and we are betting a hundred dollars at this point, "Scared yet Marsh?" Pete asks as he sinks one of his solid balls into a hole.
"Never," I reply as I angle the pool stick and shoot, sinking two balls into different holes. The people around us cheer and I shoot a winning grin at Pete.
As I lean against the pool table as Pete takes his turn and look around the room at the wild dancing girls, grinding and twerking on guys and other girls who seemed to not know what to do but grind back to the beat of I Endorse these Strippers blasting from the speakers. The sound of Pete sinking one of his balls brings me from my thoughts and I smirk taking my last shot, bringing the game to an end, and ignoring the slamming of the pool stick in front of me. I take the money accumulated and split it in half, giving Pete the other half.
Pete looks at me skeptically, but I hand him the money anyway, patting him on the shoulder, "Good game," Pete nods and then walks over to talk to a few winking girls.
I hand my pool stick to the next guy and go to the kitchen to get another drink, but as I step foot in the kitchen, cold hands cover my eyes, "Guess who," The deep and raspy voice whispers in his ear. From the cool metal rings pressing onto my eyelids I know exactly who it is.
"Craig," I say as the guy removes his hands.
"Sup dude, how are you?" Craig greets.
"Cool, just finished a game of pool. You just got here?" I ask as I refill my cup.
"Yeah," Craig takes the cup out of my hand and throws it back.
I grin and push Craig's shoulder before noticing the shiner he's sporting, "Dude, what happened to your face?"
Craig rolls his eyes in remembrance of what happened earlier, "Tweek," He says before reaching over to refill the cup.
"Wow, what'd you do to piss him off?" Craig throws me a smirk, "Still trying to get Tweek in bed I see. Dude, does Tweek even like guys?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really, but be cool."
"I'm trying, but lately I've just been wanting to fuck the shit out of the guy."
"All you guys have been doing the past few weeks is argue."
"Exactly," Craig throws back a shot of tequila, "I love a hottie with a smart fucking mouth on em'."
"You and me both." I agree.
"What's this I hear about hotties?" A new voice questions jokingly.
"Hey, Ken," Both Craig and I greet as Kenny comes striding through with Butters in tow.
"Sup' Butters, thought you were grounded?" I ask as Butters fist bumps Craig.
"I was, well still am-"
"You snuck out?" Craig asks curiously looking at Butters.
"Yup," Kenny answers proudly as he grabs a cup and starts mixing a few drinks inside.
"I remember my first time sneaking out, scared as shit, but it felt so fucking liberating," I say. Now my parents don't really care as much as long as I make curfew on school nights or call if I'm staying over somewhere else.
As I make me another drink (that wouldn't be stolen by Craig) I can hear someone screech to turn the music higher to whoever is the DJ tonight does and I can practically feel the house vibrating from all the noise. How has no one even called the cops yet? Passing through a random room I see a large round table filled with girls and guys half naked, some with just their panties, bras and underwear...some without.
"Hi Stan," Mellie shouts at me fully topless as I pass by. I smirk, and nod in acknowledgement as everyone gawks at her jiggly boobs. I make my way into another room, (guessing the living room) and towards where Token and a few of the guys are talking.
(*)
"Hey, man where've you been?" Token asks as he notice me approach them.
"Around, trying to avoid Wendy asking me to dance, and grabby hands."
"I know what you mean."
"Ugh, girlfriend problems," Clyde comments before going back to sticking his tongue down some girl's throat as she grabs on his sleeveless red hoodie.
"Speaking of grabby hands…" Kenny grins before being pulled away by Red. Token and I share a quick knowing look.
Suddenly the sounds of a series of loud greetings and praises as a Pitbull song changes to R.I.P 2 My Youth and causes almost everyone to look towards where the all the noise is coming from. Walking in with his head held high, and a half grin painting his lips Kyle enters the house. The guy is immediately showered in hugs and gives everyone around him some sort of acknowledgement. Kyle seems to just ooze confidence as he strides through the house dressed in a white skull designed shirt underneath a black bomber leather jacket, the tightest black jeans, with black and white Vans. As Kyle approaches us with an air cockiness I try not to openly turn my lip up at him, and stay stoic at his presence.
"What's up Kyle?" Token gives Kyle a laidback handshake in greeting.
"M' good, you?"
"Yeah, just hanging back."
"Sup' Clyde," Clyde detaches from the girl's mouth long enough to give out a 'Hey, Kyle,' in greeting.
"Everyone's here already?"
"Should be, I think everyone except Cartman."
"Well, at least everyone that matters is here."
The two talk for a couple minutes with the occasional hum of acknowledgement from Clyde and I've had about enough. Who does Kyle think he is to just come and talk to my friends (who are coincidentally his friends as well), stand in front of me (But really where else is he supposed to stand?), and not acknowledge me (Why would he?). I wouldn't normally be so pissed about Kyle ignoring me, but we usually steer clear of each other, which was an unspoken agreement between everyone to avoid anything from popping off. I down the cup in my hand, the asshole did this on purpose, to try an ice me out. I'm brought out of my thoughts by Kyle's irritated voice.
"Is there a reason you're standing here?" Looking around I'm befuddled on when everyone's attention turned to me.
I actually think about not engaging with the jerk, but the cockiness in his voice, and his eyes just taunting me to react…
Before I could reply Heidi runs through the room with an excited scream, causing everyones attention to divert to the scene in front of them. "Connor! You made it." I raise an eyebrow at Heidi, it couldn't be.
But it is. "I said I would, I missed you too much." Heidi's older brother Connor scoops Heidi up and spins her around causing all the girls to coo in a round of 'aww' at the brother and sister. Once Conner sets Heidi down he is bombarded by people and calls out one person in particular, "Marsh!"
I look up from my empty cup only to be pulled into a strong hug by Connor, "Hey man," I greet, returning the hug. How's college?"
"Awesome. Man, the chicks there are hotter, wilder, and have the stamina of a fucking horse. How've you been?"
"Great, just taking it easy," I nod.
"Oh shit, what's up Toke?"
"Hey Con. I heard Colorado State beat Savannah State by three, great game. "
"We aren't called the Rams for nothing. My man, Donovan," Clyde pulls away fully from his girl to give Connor a warm hug.
"Hey, didn't know you were back in town man."
"And here I thought you missed my charming face."
"Wiping the ground with it yeah," Clyde jokes.
"Still a cocky little shit I see," Connor says pulling Clyde into a mini headlock.
Letting go Connor notices the nervous sophomore girl smiling at him as she throws her long dark hair over her exposed mocha colored shoulder flirtatiously and winks, "Looks like you've found someone to distract you from missing me too much," he says bumping fists with a laughing Clyde.
"And who do we have here, Kyle Broflovski," Connor's eyes dance around Kyle's unimpressed face, a half smirk forming before he directs his attention to the three guys behind him.
"Oh yeah, guys meet Daniel and Mike, my teammates and frat brothers," Both guys nod in greeting.
"Connor I want you to meet someone," Heidi tells Connor as she pulls him away to meet one of her friends.
I'm still in a slight shock. I haven't seen Conner since the beginning of the summer before he went off to college and it is actually really nice to see him. "Was that Connor Ackles just now, like for real?" I hear the sophomore girl whisper to Clyde.
"In the flesh."
Connor is the infamous brother of Heidi who basically dominated Park County High for the last four years before going off to uni. He was the guy every guy wanted to be, the best teammate and captain you could ever have, and the guy every girl wanted to fuck. He was Mr. Popular, completely charming with his golden brown hair that he's kept short and neat with his usual side part haircut, perfect smile and style.
The only problem being that he was a complete asshole. Everyone knows it, but still fucks with him. Since freshmen year Conner and my crew have been cool and he taught me half of what I know about high school life. The party continues on as it did before and I turn my attention back to Token who's now chatting with Jason about something. And Kyle was no longer in sight.
Getting another drink from the kitchen I pour straight up vodka in my cup and relish the burn it supplies on its way down, spreading warmth in the pit of my stomach. I pour another cup and down that one as well, on my third cup I feel someone standing beside. Staring.
"What?" I take a long gulp from my red plastic cup.
Kyle with a similar cup in hand throws back his drink before answering as he walks away, "You might wanna slow down before you get too fucked up."
I scrunch my nose up in disgust, "Fuck you," I reply in disgust at Kyle's retreating back and continue to kill half a bottle of Absolut.