The Job (South Park Goth Kids x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 2

The following Monday, you started your first day at South Park High. For the time being, your family could only afford two cars: one for your mother and one for your father. Your mother drove you to school since she passed by the place on the way to her own job.

Just in case you ever needed to take up a babysitting job, you figured that you should take a parenting class to help you out with looking after kids. You had the class first period. It took a little while to find, but you were able to make it to the room right before the tardy bell rang.

"Hello, are you the new transfer student?" Your new teacher asked you when you entered.

You smiled and nodded.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. Can you introduce yourself to the class?"

You faced the rest of the students. They weren't looking at you like you were anything special, but that didn't surprise you much. This entire town seemed to be full of complete jerks as far as you were concerned.

"Uh, hi everyone. I'm (y/n)." You introduced yourself awkwardly, without getting any response from your peers.

Your eyes curiously darted around the room for a few seconds, as you scanned the class of uninterested teenagers. Then, to your horror...you noticed her.

The unfriendly goth girl from the night before was sitting in the back of the class. She probably didn't notice you though, considering she had earphones in and appeared to be writing in a journal.

Dear God, this was going to be a long semester, you thought.

"Why don't you sit next to Tweek, (y/n)?" Your teacher broke the silence, and pointed to an empty desk next to a boy with pointed, blonde hair near the front of the room.

You took your seat next to him.

"Tweek, why don't you share some of your notes with (y/n), so she won't be behind?" The teacher asked.

"Gah!" The boy suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, um, okay, I hope I took good notes..." He twitched and trembled nervously. You could tell right away that the guy probably had an anxiety problem.

"I'm going to go print some papers out, you guys." The teacher announced to the class, "Be good while I'm gone, okay?" She exited the room for the printer, and of course as soon as she was out, all of the class started getting obnoxiously chatty.

The boy called Tweek retrieved his parenting notes from his bag, and handed them to you.

"Uh, there you go, (y/n)! I hope you can read them!"

You examined his handwriting, which was a little sloppy, but still perfectly legible.

"I can read it just fine, Tweek. Thanks." You began copying down the notes on your own paper.

"N-No problem!" He turned his attention back to his own notes.

While you were scribbling the words down, you noticed that the name "Tweek" rang a bell. You were positive that you'd heard it before, but you just couldn't put your finger on where.

"So, Tweek..." You addressed, still copying notes.

He looked to you again, "Ah! Uh, yeah?"

"Your name sounds kind of familiar. Are you famous?"

"W-Well my parents own a shop called Tweek Bros. Coffee! So maybe you've heard of it?"

"Oh yeah," The image of the little coffee shop clicked in your mind, "I think I remember passing by that place the first day I moved here."