The worst person to crush on (Kenny x fem Reader/OC)

Druggie Kenneth

I look confused at the people around the table "Who is Tammy?"
Boys keep laughing out loud.

Bebe looks at me "It is Kenny's ex gf they were dating for some time, i bet it's his child." She chuckles.

"AY! tf This ain't my child i swear." Kenny fought back.

"Whatever dude she's is such a slut and you like sluts. Plus you said that you didn't use protection that time" Kyle winks and softly pokes Kennys hand.

"Like Molly?" Cartman looks at me with a nasty grin on his face.

Boys shut up. I look at Cartman with a stunned face, I don't know what to say or how to feel. Fucking turd face.

"Tf guys we like yesterday made fun of her??"Cartman breaks silence and tries to defend himself. Pathetic!

"Dude she's kinda our friend now plus she's with Wendy she's going to break our skulls." Stan whispers to Cartman.

Wendy looks furious, but she doesn't say anything, honestly I couldn't care less, I know i dress a little "confident". 

Kyle and Stan both look sorry for what Cartman said. Cartman looks kinda disappointed. Lol.

Kenny just looks at me. I think he is smiling, it is hard to tell because of his parka.

After lunch we head to next lesson, which is art. The time flies fast, I love art especially when i have the same class with Wendy. We always find stuff to gossip about .

I take my stuff from the locker and I walk outside the school. I am really zoned out at this point. Wendy is with Stan somewhere. Bebe... I don't know where is she. I texted them both but they were too busy.

Whatever I can walk home.

I felt how someones hand gently touches my waist.

well I knew it was McCormick.

"Don't have any hoes to touch?" I turn around and stare at him.

"Na sadly no, only this piece of board in front of me." He chuckles as he gently moves his hand around my waist.

Oh my gawd.

I didn't have the best body shape. I am really skinny no boobs no ass. But honestly I do not care, at least I am not fat and ugly. I know that I am pretty!

"Come on! I'll ride you home. I can't let you walk especially when it is freezing." He winks at me, not feeling guilty at all.

"Whatever." I reply.

We sit in his car. It's is dirty but it doesn't look disgusting. It smells like weed and fresh car in here. The car looks pretty new, I couldn't afford car like this, even if I wanted to.

How tf did he then?

He starts the engine and we drive off.

I knew this wasn't really nice question to ask but my curiosity kicked in.

"How did you afford this kind of car?" I finally asked.

"Work. Have you heard of this kind of thing."

"Trust me I have. That's why im confused, where tf do you work?"

"Come on it is not that good car."

"You also pay bills right?"

He didn't answer for a while. This was a really personal thing to say. Wendy told me that his family is poor and if he did work he always had to pay the bills, since his parents were alcoholics or sum.

"Who told you..."

"Wendy."

"Oh right she can't keep her mouth shut. Well I am a drug dealer. I mean, I was now I just do some car related work you wouldn't understand bby."

"Drug dealer are you fr?" I look at him a little surprised.

He chuckles " Yea. Last summer all I did was driving around and selling drugs to random people. I did make so much money, that's how I bought this car and new phone etc. Now I kinda dropped this bs, because it is so God damnn risky... So yeaaa...
And you know, my family is actually poor af. My parents... well they are..."

he stutters and tries to find right words to explain his situation.

"They drink a lot. I don't know how much Wendy told you but, this is a big problem in my family. My parents have a huge money issues so... I must take care of them. Well mostly I take care of my little sister. I don't care about my parents that much." He smiles

"Damn... I hope you are a good big bro to her" I smiled. I felt sorry for him, I really did, but for some reason I didn't want to show him. Maybe it was a little dry answer. I don't know.

I didn't tell him my address. We are definitely going somewhere but not home.

"Where are we going?" I spoke after few seconds of silence.

"To my place."

"And do I want to be in your place?"

He didn't answer. We drove past multiply houses, the further we moved uglier were houses we passed by. This neighbourhood wasn't really nice.
We arrived, he parked his car and turned to me. He leaned really close to my face.

He smelled like cigarettes and weed, with notes of really cheap perfume. And his breath smelled like an alcoholic dad hug. He is definitely not sober. But he drives really nice and slow, which is surprising.

"You really think that you can fuck with me right now?" He said that in a aggressive tone.

Oh i felt how shiver went up my back and I am pretty sure that I am blushing.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I replied as i tried to sound confident.

He sighs and comes out of the car, opening the door for me.

I look at him for a few seconds.

"Come the fuck out!"

Dude is really pissed for some reason...
I came out of his car and he slams door after me, he grabs my hand and pulls me inside his house.

Honestly i don't know what to think and how to feel. His parents yell something, I couldn't understand what. Maybe they are just arguing.

He pushes me inside his room and closes the door.

His room is a little smaller than mine, it is really dirty. The walls are filled with pictures of naked women. The ceiling is painted black, he has an old chandelier. A few bras are hanging on this chandelier, which is silly.
He has small table with a big Pc and two monitors. His table is really dirty, it is filled with different clutter. Two bongs, bunch of books, empty cans and more.
He doesn't have bed, he sleeps on a mattress just like me. The bed is definitely the cleanest spot in this room. It is pretty comfy and big.
He also has a small dresser on the other side of the room and a dirty broken mirror.
This room smells really fresh, which is surprising...

"What is it all about?" I ask him.

"Why tf do you call me KENNETH?!"