Kenny's P.O.V
"Uh, party?"
"Ya this Friday, you have to be there"
I shrugged while looking at the teacher while she type in her laptop then back to Kevin
"Ya I don't know man, I usually don't do parties anymore-"
"Oh cut the crap Kenny, we both know you are full of shit right now"
He rolled his eyes and I felt my eyebrow twitch
"Ya but this is different now"
"Different my ass, party at my house Friday night they'll be lots of hot chicks besides everyone will be there-"
RING!!!
The bell rung and everyone including Kevin got up and left the classroom fast
I sigh and shrugged it off
Do people not see I'm always with Butters at this point
I'm so confused, what do people think of him and me
It bothers me
...I mean they knew the old me obviously that had to do with a lot
"Fuck...this sucks"
"What sucks?"
I was startled and spooked after I saw Damien's face
"Dude, I thought you gave up on school?!"
He chuckled and rolled his eyes
"Can't, gotta at least prove the old man wrong"
I smiled
"Good, I was lonely in math class"
We both were walking while talking I could tell that a lot of people were surprised that Damien was back
The gossip is about to be great for them
"Hey, Damien..."
He nodded at me to keep talking
"I know it's not my business or whatever but your my friend...what happened after pip ran after you?"
He suddenly stop and I didn't notice the halls were half empty already
We were only a few doors away from our classroom and seconds from the bell to ring
Maybe I shouldn't have asked
"...Kenneth how about we skip math today and go eat"
I chuckled and slammed my hand against his back
"Skip math?! Hell ya dude no doubt let's go eat!"
He chuckled but he hit the back of my head afterwards
I winced in pain and rub the back of my head
YOU ARE READING
§°Sweet Tears°§
CasualeKenny McCormick is a player, an asshole, and a little bitch... But there's something to add to him and that's him being a bully at South Park High Butters Stotch was a nice and cheerful boy in his teen life but as time went on he had become dark wh...
