South park x Reader

Chapter 19

Loud, constant, beeping jolts me awake, bringing me back to the living. I reach over and press stop on my phone to shut off the noise. I let out a sharp breath, dropping my shoulders. I don't want to go to school today. It'll be my first day back since the accident and I already know the whole school has heard and I will be the talk of the school. I get out of bed and head for the bathroom, where I have a shower and brush my hair and teeth. After that, I rummage through my closet to find anything to wear. I decide on grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. I don't feel like being noticed today at school, so hopefully, this will help. I tuck my hair into my hoodie, grab my phone, and head for the door.

When I open the door, I almost run into Tricia, who was about to knock on the door. "Oh, hey, y/n, I was about to knock and ask if you wanted to ride to school," she says with a sweat smile. I look across the road and meet Craig's eyes. Smiling in response, I nod my head, and we walk to Craig's car. I'm so grateful he offered to drive me; I don't think I could have caught the bus to school.

At school, Craig walks next to me. He didn't say much in the car, maybe because Tricia was there, but who knows. We walk past Stan's group, who were leaning and talking next to their lockers. Kyle looks up and we lock eyes his emerald mixing with my (your eye colour) making a perfect blend. He gives me a soft smile before going back to talking to his friends.

"Do you want to hang with me and my group?" Craig's voice interrupts my staring. I had to do a double-take before saying, "Huh?" Craig looks back at me, taking a breath before saying, "I said do you want to hang with me and my group?" "No thanks, I think I might go to the library," I respond, smiling at him. He waves goodbye, and I head toward the library doors.

pushing them open I glance around. Straight in front of me, there is a long hallway filled with tables and chairs. On each side are the bookshelves. Not many people are in here, only a few. I head towards a corner, hoping there's a small table and chair there. Luck's on my side, and there's a big cushion chair. I sit down, taking off my bag, and take out my phone. I go onto Instagram, where I have over nine messages in the corner. I click on the message button, and all different usernames with conversations under them pop up. I haven't checked any of my messages since Abbey's accident, so the majority of them are 'are you ok' or 'I'm sorry for what has happened' I leave those messages alone and open the group chat of my old friends. I don't think they know about Abbey and would like to keep it that way. I scroll through all of their messages, laughing at their jokes, till I reach the bottom.

"Hey y/n" a soft girly voice speaks making me break away from my phone looking up. In front of me is long, straight black hair, a magenta beret, and a purple jacket. Wendy. "Hey Wendy," I reply with a smile. She takes a seat next to me placing her arms on the table. "So what you doing in here?" She asks, but her voice doesn't have any sadness in it like most people's have in the past days towards me; hers is really cheerful and bright. "I'm just here for the books. Yea definitely the books" I say with a tad bit of sarcasm and not much confidence slowly down my wording at the end nodding my head. I lock eyes with Wendy to see her reaction she still has a big smile plastered on her face and her eyes shrink before she burst out laughing. Taken aback I just stare at her but her donkey laugh is too contagious so I start laughing at her laugh.

After our laughing fit we sit in silence for a bit. I'm looking down at the table fiddling with my nails as awkward silence covers the room. "So you ready for ancient history?" Wendy breaks the silence. Oh god, I hate ancient history. Why did I decide to take the class? I sigh and roll my eyes at her playfully before tapping my phone screen to check the time, 8:35. "Class starts in 5 minutes; we should get going," I say while getting up, grabbing my bag, and tucking in my chair. Wendy does the same, and we head for the door.

we make it just in time as the bell rings when we walk through the door. Stan, Tweek, and Jimmy are in this class, and Wendy goes to sit next to Stan while I'm still weaving through desks to find my desk at the back by myself. Mr. Garrison gets up from his chair and walks over to the board. I get out my laptop from my bag and place it on the desk, opening Word and getting ready to take notes. During the lesson, I kept catching myself looking over at Stan and Wendy, his hand grazing her leg moving slowly up and down. how they always seem to make each other laugh—the way they tease each other, with Stan always stealing Wendy's stuff and refusing to give it back without a kiss. Even now, Wendy is resting her head on Stan's shoulder as he's typing away. I wish I could have someone to call mine, to feel comfort and warmth whenever they're around, to enjoy resting my head on their warm, comfy shoulder, and to hug someone taller than me getting suffocated in their body as it wraps around me.