𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ༄ ; kenjorine fanfic

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"give heaven a try, be young and be wild."

He looked better than ever. he was wearing that same old orange parka, straight leg wranglers, converse, and his pretty, blond hair, that must've been kept at the same length forever. In his backpack, he had work boots slightly peeking out of the unzipped part. He took a look at the board, looked over at the dedicated seat, then at me, back at the board then walked out.

I look back at Wendy and Jenny, giving them a "what the fuck?" look. Am I that ugly or something? Wendy knows how much I liked him before I left. I don't know if I like him that much anymore. But, he's still how I remember. He's still like an angel, just how I left him.

The teacher noticed he came in then left a minute later, and went to chase him down. Everyone had confused looks when he got dragged back in.

"Kenny, really trying to skip on the first day, huh?!" shouted a boy across the classroom. Kenny threw a paper ball at him and laughed.

I pretended not to pay attention, but instead pretend I was zoned out. I rested my chin on the palm of my right hand, while my other arm rested on my lap, hugging my waist. He sat down, then started jumping his left leg up and down.

I subtly glance my eyes over to him, but he's already staring at me. I pull my eyes away, startled. Then, he slides a note over.

It read: I've been hearing your name all morning. Why.

I turn around to look at Wendy, communicating about how strange it is sitting next to him.

I write: i dont know?
I slide the note back over

He writes back: Well then who are u?

I write: Marjorine?

He wrote: Yes i know that but who are you? where did you get those earrings?? where did you come from?? WHY is your last name STOTCH?

I write back, more jittery this time: im literally Just a girl from Hawaii? what the hell is wrong with you why are you being so pushy and asking all these questions??

He writes: no, you remind me of someone. someone I knew a lomg time ago. a boy.

I whisper-yell "you're creeping me out. stop talking to me." He scoffs in return.

BRIIIIING

Class ends and Wendy runs up to me.
"Marjorine! What the hell was going on? I heard you tell him to fuck off?" Wendy asks, confused.

"Dude. I think he's catching on to who i used to be! he was writing me notes and freaking the hell out, asking me where i got my earrings and shit." i tell her.

"Want me to talk to him?" Wendy suggests.

"Yea, wait what're you gonna say?" I ask.

"Well.. do you want me to tell him..?" Wendy asks hesitantly.

"I.. don't know I need to think about that. Just tell him to lay off." i utter.

Time skips to first lunch; A lunch

"Hey Marjorine. How were your morning classes?" Bebe asks.

"Kenny has been psyching me out. All day. Should I just talk to him?" I told the girls. I told all of the girls what happened too, about the note, how I used to like him when we were friends. We sorta used to be best friends. But I forced myself to hate him when I left.

"Yeah, well, I don't know. He has this lunch, but I think he's eating with his friends. Talk to him tomorrow? Cause, you have first period with him." Nichole proposes.

Time skips to getting on the bus.

Ignoring the bus driver, I get on the bus. I couldn't find it, neither could I find Nichole or Bebe or Wendy. I think I'm one of the last ones to get on. Theres three seats available. Nichole and Wendy are sitting together, while Bebe is sitting alone. I walk over to Bebe. She shakes her head, and I tilt my head in confusion.

"Now's your chance to sit next to Kenny, and talk to him!! Apologize or something!! Something!!" She whisper-yelled. I nod, and walk back to Kenny's seat, who is sitting alone too. I guess Cartman doesn't ride the bus. Oh wait, I saw him in the single seat in the back, since he's too fat for a two person seat. I sit down, he's confused.

"Hi. I want to say sorry about this morning. I don't want to make you feel like a creep." I smile at him. He stares back at me.

"I-I'm Marjorine Stotch. I'm Butters cousin. I think that's who you were referring to earlier when you said I look familiar. And I got all of my jewelry from Hawaii. And this tan." I giggle. He's unamused. My smile drops.

Then, he chuckles. "It's fine. Sorry for being rude." He smiles back. I connect my airpods and put the left one in.

"What're you listening to?" he asks. I turn my phone on, showing the song listed on my lockscreen.

"Wanna listen?" I offer.

"Sure." he takes the right airpod.

SCROLL UP AND PLAY THE SONG :)

"Wtf is this?" He asks, urgently .

"What do you mean?" I reply.

"It's all like heavenly and shit?" he questions.

I giggle. "Oh, yeah, it's unreleased Lana Del Rey. I love her."

"Lana Dale Rey? I think my sister listens to her."

"Oh Ka- cool!" I almost broke. How would I know about Karen?? I need to be more cautious.

"Yeah. By the way, where is Butters?"

"Oh. Oh! He um.. he's still in Hawaii. With my aunt."

"Why didn't he come with you?" he insists.

"He.. he wanted to stay there. And.. rest. He's like a caterpillar. He hasn't sprouted into a butterfly yet."

"Wow.. I see why you take Honors english."

"Oh speaking of, why do you take honors english? No offense.. and honors art?" I ask.

"No one really knows, but I like to express myself that way. Don't tell anyone." He ensures.

"Of course not. Where do you work?"

"Stan's dad's farm. I carry heavy shit and he lets me ride my dirt bike in his field." He flexs.

"Cool. You ride a dirt bike? Can I see you ride it?" I ask.

"Sure, what's your snap?" He replies.

"I don't really like snapchat, what about your phone number?" I suggest.

"Ok.. what's your phone number?"

"***4329407" I say, as he types the number into his contacts.

The bus halts, door opens, and we arise and walk. I wait outside the bus door for Wendy and Bebe. Nichole got off at the stop before this. Wendy and Bebe step off the bus with concerned looks.

"What?" I innocently asked.

"We need to tell you something about Kenny.." Bebe slowly says.

"He's sort of.. well.. a player.." Wendy twiddles with her hands.

"What? What? How so?" I demand an answer.

"Well, lots of videos of um.. tapes? I guess? And he's a partygoer.. Just ask anyone, they will say Kenny McCormick is a player. And... he's got a girlfriend." Bebe tells, patting my arm.

I stand there, on the side of the street, upset and disappointed. I'm kind of disappointed in Kenny. I kinda knew deep down that he's just like every other boy, a player, heartbreaker, or a fucking psycho. Not that he is one! But damn. Whatever, just gotta get over him.

"Okay.. thanks girls, thanks for telling me." I grab the strap of my backpack and alter my backpack. I smile at them then turn around to walk home, grasping my necklace.