Hey again guys! As it has been much requested by my first follower/reviewer/fan/everything Apotts I have decided to write it! This fic is a side story from my ther fic Undead, English and Ravens although you don't need to have read that to read this, they can be read completely individually, it's just that this will occasionally mention aspects of the other story. Unlike my ther fic I haven't already written most of this, I have only just started it so my updates may not be as regular if I get stuck in a writing slump so I apologise for that in advance... This first chapter is rather short compared to my other stories because it's kind of a tester to see what people think. I don't know how long I should make this story either so your feedback will be increadibly helpful with this one! Anyway that's enough from me. On with the story!

Firkle was sitting on the steps, leaning against the back wall of the school building with his earphones in blaring music as he inhaled his nicotine fix and allowed his mind to wander.

Today was another day where Firkle was attending school alone, his older companions skipping due to being too tired or too hungover or both from the concert they attended the night prior, he was 13 now and they still refused to take him along with them when they left the town over night. "Dicks" he mumbled, now closing his eyes he thought back to one of the other times he was left to fend for himself at school.

It was the end of the school day and Firkle was at his locker gathering his books; this being one of the rare days that he actually stayed in school for all of his lessons, the only reason being that the rest of his friends had left him to go to some concert the night before and hadn't turned up at school the next day. "Assholes" he muttered under his breath.

They would always take him anywhere with them, usually even most concerts, the exception being when they had to travel to a different town because 'Firkle you're too young to go so far over night' or 'When you're 16 or at least 15 we'll take you' Firkle found it very annoying when they said those things because he knew he was the youngest in the group and he hated it so being reminded of his age always put a damper on his mood. So what if he was 12 and small for his age, mentally he was a lot older and generally he was more mature than Pete.

He huffed in annoyance as he slammed his locker shut and turned to head out of the school.

As he turned however he noticed a boy further down the hallway, Firkle appreciated the boys black distressed jeans and accompanying combat boots but as his eyes wandered up he noticed the bright blue hoodie, a trademark of one of his classmates. He looked up and saw the familiar jet black hair, much the same colour as his own, cut to just cover the boy's eyebrows with a kind of messy 'bed head' style. It was the Canadian kid Ike, he could never remember his last name, it was a miracle he could even remember his first name with how little he attended class.

It was only then that he realised Ike was staring, Firkle glanced around quickly to see what he was staring at assuming that someone was about to try prank him or something, seeing that no one else was paying any attention to the goth he looked back at Ike who was still staring only now he was grinning. Firkle was confused but he quickly lost interest, opting to glare at the slightly younger boy before turning and walking away.

He didn't know exactly when or why it had started, Ike Broflovski watching him, all he knew was that he found it incredibly strange. That was the first time he had noticed the boys watchful eyes and since then he has found it hard not to notice when he was being stared at like he was some kind spectacle. He had learnt Ike's last name now due to the teachers and other students often talking about him, he was supposedly some kind of genius and that's why he started school halfway through kindergarten when he was 3 years old unlike most of the other students, including Firkle, who were around 5 at the time. The teachers fawned over him being a genius and the students obsessed over him being the hockey star of the school, often competing with the older age groups, he seemed like the perfect student theoretically. But Firkle knew he wasn't how he seemed. Firkle was the one who saw him when he was smirking to himself over nothing or when he had that cold, blank look on his face when he thought no one else as looking. There was something more to Ike Broflovski and much to Firkle's annoyance it piqued his curiosity.

What's up with that fucking conformist he's such a freak.

Firkle then felt his phone vibrate on his lap and opened his eyes to retrieve it, his previous thoughts dissipating instantly.

Bitch: Hey Firkle wanna come over to mine tonight? I'm really sorry for not coming in today but you can stay over and I'll make it up to you :) x

He tried not to smile but couldn't help it, he really enjoyed spending time with Henrietta she was like a big sister to him and always knew how to comfort him when something was secretly wrong, at least no one was around to see the out of character act.

You: Ugh fine.

He frowned once he replied and typed out another message.

You: Will the fag and the dick be joining us?

He was referring to Pete and Michael, he didn't hate them or anything he just occasionally preferred to spend time with Henrietta alone.

Her reply came fast as if she knew he was going to ask.

Bitch: No boys allowed tonight, us bitches gotta stick together ;) x

Firkle snickered at that and allowed himself to smile more openly, he finished his cigarette before typing back his reply.

You: Ok bitch I'll head over after school

He then docked out his cigarette end with his heavy black boot as he stood up, he then put his phone in the pocket of his black jeans and turned to go around the corner and head back into school. When he did he collide face first into something, or more specifically someone.

The smile on his face was replaced with a scowl as he prepared himself to glare at the person who had blocked his path. He was met with the cocky grin of Ike Broflovski.

Fucking great.

"Watch where you're going dick" He spat out before sidestepping the slightly taller boy and beginning to walk away.

"See you in class Firkle!" Chimed a voice behind him, the goth berated himself as he faltered in his step momentarily but continued walking on, flipping Ike off over his shoulder as he did so.

That's the first time he's spoken to me...