Our South Park Story {On Hold/Being Edited}

Chapter 39 | Finn

FINN POV

          I took a sip from my coke and placed it back down on the table. It was lunch time, and of course it was still school, which I was not very pleased about. 

          That's when I saw them. Tearing out of the cafeteria, three of them in total. A tall boy with curly black hair, black eyeliner and his face was pale white, a girl, who was a little chubby, with her hair also dyed black and she was wearing black eyeliner. And finally a boy with his hair dyed red and black with black eyeliner and purple shoes, the fuck. 

           With my elbow I nudged Pip in the side. "Pip, who are they?" I asked, mentioning over with my head at the three goth looking kids. 

          It took Pip a moment to spot them. He swallowed the bite of sandwich he had in his mouth and then leaned over "Those are the goth kids" he whispered, softly, as if he was afraid of anyone hearing it. 

          "The goth kids?" I repeated, not even noticing my words had come out of my mouth like me coming out of the closet, confusing and not making any sense. 

          Pip was about to answer me but Damien cut in from the seat across from me "You see how there is only four of them?" Damien asked, pointing to them as they walked away, I nodded and he continued "There is usually four of them"

          "Where's the fourth one?" I asked, putting my fork down on my tray. 

          Damien gave me a look and rolled his eyes "The guy with the dye in his hair, is in our grade, a freshmen. The tallest boy and the girl are both a year older than us, they are sophomores" he paused for a second and I gave him a confused look, he also looked confused and stared at me, but then he snapped his fingers "Oh yeah, you're still wondering what happened to the fourth goth" and I nodded, pressing him on for answers "The youngest goth is in the sixth grade, so they had to leave him behind" Damien took a sip of his coffee, which he had cleverly hidden in a thermos. 

          "They seem cool" I muttered and sat up from my seat, wiping my mouth with my napkin and stepping back. 

          "Where are you going?" Damien asked. 

          I smirked, holding my tray in one hand and using the other hand to push in my tray "I'm going to go talk to them" and of course Damien and Pip followed me. 

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          "You want to do what?!" the tallest goth asked me "I'm sorry I don't think I heard you properly emo boy" he rolled his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette.

          "I want to join you" I flashed them a sarcastic smile. "Well, we want to join you" I pointed to Pip and Damien. Pip waved cheerfully and Damien gave me the death stare. 

          "You want to join then you have to pass the four rules" the chubby girl leaned back, stretching out her short legs, and resting her head back against the back of the stairs. 

          "What are they?" I asked. 

          The goth with the red dye in his hair sipped his coffee out of his thermos and spit it out into the snow. "Rule number one is that you have to dress goth, rule number two, you have to drink coffee, rule number three you have to smoke and rule number four you have to have a goth name, no bitchy names let Brianna or some shit"

          I layed out my fingers and began to count "I already dress like a fag in black" I said, causing the tallest boy to growl "I already drink coffee" I pointed to my thermos "I do smoke, but only once a month-"

          "If you want to be goth, you're going to have to change that" the girl pointed out. 

          "My name is Finn" I modestly said. 

          I heard a burst of laughter come out of the red haired goth. I scowled and took a step forward "What's so funny?" I menacingly asked. 

          He laughed "Your name is so faggy dude!" he continued to laugh. I grinded my teeth and felt anger built up inside of me. I marched over, and reached my arm down, wrapping my fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling his close to me "You better consider not laughing next time" I growled. 

           He pursed his lips and I let go of the collar of his shirt. He cleared his throat "Well, we are going to have to do something about that... that name of yours"

          "Hey Damien!" the tallest goth called out "I know you from around school, your in the goths. Finn, you just gotta change your name and your in. But if you want..." he rolled his eyes and pointed past us, at Pip who was talking to a butterfly, that had delicately rested on his arm. 

            I nodded my head and waved my arm "We got it" 

          "My names Michael" the tallest one finally said. 

          "I'm Pete" the short red haired one said. 

           "Names Henrietta" the chubby short only-girl announced. 

          I rubbed the back of my neck "So I heard there used to be a... fourth goth kid?" I asked, gulping. 

          "If you're asking what happened to him, he's in the fifth grade right now, he's just... younger than us" Pete tapped his cigarette, allowing a little bit of ash fall down onto the ground. 

         I stopped dead in my tracks and thought for a minute before saying 

         "Jasper"