Accidental Love

Chapter One

One day as I sat in class I was telling a story to my friends when I looked up and realized no one was listening to me. Normally I wouldn't be phased by this realization since it's a recurring theme in my life, I'm always the one left behind to get ignored. Instead of listening to me, Cartman and Kenny are talking about Kenny's date with Marjorine. I'm not necessarily friends with Marjorine or anything, however she is pretty nice. I have American Government with her and she shares the homework answers with me when I stay up all night for... personal reasons. She never pushes me to talk about them, which I appreciate.

Once I snap out of my little daze I give one more glance at my friends in hope that one of them would start listening, but to my dismay neither of them are paying attention. However, right as I lowered my glance to check my phone I noticed a red headed boy across the room looking at me with... interest?

Was this boy really listening to me? I mean why would he we're total strangers. I don't know his name... hell I don't think I've ever noticed him until now. Yet for some reason I feel like I should keep talking for him.

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I'm trying to read my book on the Kent State shooting for my reading day assignment, but I struggle to pay attention due to some of my noisier classmates. They're known for always getting in trouble. Perhaps I should give a brief introduction to these colorful characters.

Our first contestant is Kenny McCormick,16. He has the reputation of a typical high school fuck boy, after all that is what he acts like, or did act like. I don't know what has changed but he seems to have calmed down in some sense. He still has his well known sexual humor, but he doesn't act like a whore anymore.

Next, my least favorite of the bunch, Eric Cartman,17. His name is suiting considering it looks like a gigantic cart full of a dozen men was shoved into a teens skin bag. He is a rude, racist, homophobic, rapist all in one. He terrorizes the school and all of the students. I believe the only reason he has friends (two to be exact) is because he has known them since they were in diapers, otherwise I doubt they would socialize with him, I mean who would want to be around someone like that?

And now for the boy in the group I'm most drawn to, Stan Marsh, 17. I don't know much about him, just that his dad is a drunk, because of that his mother divorced him and they moved out on the edge of town.

Now that you are caught up, let's continue.

Since the constant chattering won't be stopping any time soon I decide to listen in on the conversation, afterall I need some entertainment. The bleach blond boy has been talking about a fight with his sister Shelly last night. According to him he was practicing playing his acoustic guitar when his sister pounded on their shared wall yelling for him to stop playing. He yelled back that he can do what he wants in his own room. She then walks into the room and throws...

My little story comes to a sudden halt. I raise my eyes to see what the problem was when I make the connection. Fatass and Kenny are talking about Marj. I feel bad for Stan, being ignored by his friends like that. I would be heartbroken if my friends did that to me. I feel a type of weight almost, when I realize that Stan and I have been making eye contact for who knows how long. I quickly avert my eyes to my desk when I hear a familiar voice speak up. I realize it's Stan continuing his story.

He talks about how his sister threw one of his weights at him and how it made his string snap on him, that explains the cut trailing from his chin to right above his lip. It is red as if it had just happened, but not too bad to need any medical attention.

As his story ends the bell rings and I leave the classroom to head to lunch. 

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As I updated this I have not proofread at all so I apologize for any errors, but I hope you enjoy this:)