you're amongst one of the most popular girls at south park high; a cheerleader, a social butterfly and a certified party lover.
sadly though, math tests aren't physically capable of succumbing to your charm.
so what happens when to pass the school y...
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The sun was out the next day, big and bold. It illuminated the snow forcing it to slightly thaw. You loved those rare days where it was warmer in South Park, like today.
You walked into school 2 hours late with a grumpy Craig by your side. He didn't want to be late today.
But anything for you, right?
You gratefully drank the iced coffee that he had had bought you. Totally out of being a good friend and not because you had begged him due to forgetting your wallet at home.
Meanwhile, he turned to glare at you. "Because of you and your unconventional obsession with coffee, I am now five dollars poorer."
"I don't think poorer is a word, big brain." You chuckled.
"Oh? So now you want to be be smart? Where was this energy in math? Before you were sentenced to tutoring with Broflovski?"
You winced as you were forcibly reminded of why you wanted to come late in the first place.
Yesterday you had come home to your phone blowing up, filled with friends asking why you had to stay back in Mrs Greenwood's class.
Not wanting your reputation to be tarnished with the truth by saying Ohit's just because I'm a fucking dumbass that needs to be tutored you instead opted on telling everybody that Mrs Greenwood just wanted some help with her laptop settings.
She was middle aged, so you had no problem getting everybody to believe you.
This didn't ease your mind, though, as you had stayed up all night. Tossing and turning. Up thinking about Mrs Greenwood's words, and what would happen if you actually did fail, and didn't graduate, and didn't make it into your college.
Fuck. You had to think about your future. You supposed that in the end, you really did need this tutoring.
"Don't remind me, please." You begged as the two of you walked into the school's office to retrieve late notes.
You gazed around the office as Craig spoke to the front desk lady; telling her your names.
As you continued to look around, you made eye contact with Cartman who was sitting in a chair next to the principles office. This caught your attention.
"Eric?" You took a cautious step closer towards him. He perked up at the mention of his name. "Hey, why're you here?"
"Why wouldn't he be here?" Craig chimed.
"Okay, firstly, shut your emo ass up, Tucker. And secondly Y/N, if you must know, It's because of your newly founded fucktard tutor." Oh Great.
"Honestly Kyle is so stupid, you would probably have more luck trying to build a time machine then gain any knowledge when it's coming from him!" He continued to rant. You swore that the more he spoke, the more you could feel his anger radiating in waves.
