faceless | kenny x masc reader

4 | is it hot in here?

You closed the door of Clyde's truck, him clearly proud of the fact he finally passed the driving test. Meanwhile Tweek, all shaky and glued to Craig appeared next to you.

"G-gAH! Y-yOU were goNNA KILL US MAN!" he stuttered out, burying himself closer to the younger teen. Craig ran his hand through Tweek's golden hair, pulling out his hand that you didn't even realize was there, yanking it out.

Clyde chuckled, spinning the keys in his hand. "Awh, but I thought I was a master driver... Did I do good Y/n?" his expression was smug until the keys slipped away from his fingers, landing on the grass a couple inches away from your legs.

"No. Remind me to never ever again step into the same car as you," you laughed, picking the keys up and throwing them in his direction. As for one of his first official times when driving he didn't do THAT bad, just a couple speeding up he could get pulled up for, but he was not gonna hear praises from you yet.

He made a fake pouting face at you and you stuck your tongue out at him. "Anyways, where's Tolkien?"

Clyde closed the dark trucks door and shoved the keys in his pocket. "He said he's gonna be late cause volleyball practice or some shit, we might as well go now."

Craig looked at you, finally leaving Tweek alone. His eyes wide probably in surprise, but the mouth still in a straight line. "Wait, we had volleyball today?"

"Nah, just for juniors and up, they're having practice before the season starts," you chuckled, finally starting to walk away from the parking lot to the fenced area the campfire was supposed to be in. Craig seemed to relax a bit as he dragged Tweek along with him.

It was still bright outside, you were maybe fifteen minutes early, but lots of teens and families already flooded the place, looting the free buffet-ish area from drinks and snacks. You saw a few familiar faces from school passing by, but didn't pay much attention. You walked to the main area where your shop classes teacher, Mr. Adler, along with a few firefighters in their uniforms around were trying to start the fire. You walked up to him with Clyde, seeing Tweek and Craig were already gone probably to make out or something.

"Hey, Mr. Adler," Clyde greeted nonchalantly, running his hand through his brown hair. He switched his attention to us, smiling.

"Hello Clyde," he looked at you with his dark, tired eyes, "And..Y/n, right?"

You nodded, "Good evening."

You eyed the teacher, it was your first time seeing him, but earlier you heard from Clyde various stories about this guy, also that he almost attempted suicide in his own class which was... well... a failure, as you could see. He used to teach in the elementary school, but as years passed, he got switched to high school along with couple other teachers. I mean, shop class in elementary school? That sounds stupid, but alright.

"Y/n," his deep, nasal voice brought you back from your thoughts. "Did you choose your elective yet?"

"Huh?" you stuttered out, not expecting to be dragged in the conversation so soon. You quickly scanned the list of electives the guys told you to avoid in your head.

Math related stuff, cause of course for everyone (except Tolkien, who was constantly saying trigonometry is easy) it's like witchcraft, and you shouldn't attend more math classes than you already had. Home EC, cause it's for 'wussies'... Shop classes because Cartman is there, bingo.

The list of things you could join, debate cause both Tolkien (attending multiple electives, somehow) and Craig (saying he can say stupid shit and cause arguments) attending it. Also Clyde saying you should totally join swimming 'cause 'he's there and it's cool'. Tweek in art, putting out all of his eternal rage and anxiety into paint and clay. Maybe that would be cool? The teacher is nice, you could sculpt a cock if you had sculpting.