You walk to school puffing out smoke from your cigarette and listening to Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot. You just moved to this town and you knew it was bullshit. Your name was (f/n) (l/n) and you honestly didn't give a fuck. This was the sixth time you moved, though your parents said it was the last time you didn't believe them. You threw your cigarette to the ground and stomped on it putting it out. A girl walked past you with the scent of cheap perfume and whore. Yup this is gonna suck. You see a boy with a blue and yellow chullo smoking, he seemed semi-decent. Maybe it was just the "I don't give two shits" look on him. He approched you muttering "(y/n) right?" His voice montone and blank. "Oh my well isn't it the oh so cheerful welcome committee" you relied sarcastically. He chuckled still expressionless. "Craig Tucker. Mr. Macky said I didn't have to go to detention if I showed you around" he stated. You nodded. "Okay Craig, show me the way I guess" you honestly didn't even care but you felt bad for the fella. Detention sucked ass. "So where shall we start oh ms queen of darkness" You laughed maybe he'd be more amusing than you thought. He causally flipped you off. You'd normally be pissed but eh it felt right. You flipped him off right back and for a moment you almost saw him smirk. You managed to find your locker which was next to his. "Heh barely met me and already stalking me" he said in almost cocky tone. "Shut up Craig Fucker" you said and soon both of you laughed. You knew it wasn't the goth thing to do but you just didn't give a fuck. You two had very similar schedules so you walked together into History class. He took his seat while Mrs. Carter had you stand in front. "Today class we have a new student, (f/n) introduce yourself" she said in a overly cheerful voice. You wanted to punch her just for the way she talked but you mustered up the most calm, monotone voice you could instead and said "I'm (f/n) (l/n) and im from (state) but I've also lived in (multiple states). So don't get used to having me around." The fellow goth with red hair looked at you in approval while the rest of the class looked annoyed. Except him, Craig mother fucking Tucker. He looked at you emotionlessly. "Well okay Ms. (L/n) please sit next to Mr. Tucker back there" she said words overly sweet. You walked towards him and sat next to him. He greeted you with a middle finger and you did it right back. Soon lunch came. You walked around with a poptart and slowly ate it. You didn't care if it was to colorful, it was delicious and you were going to devour it. "Hey (f/n)" It was Craig. You swore to god if he asked for a bite you were gonna stab a bitch. "What do you want?" You said with a mouthful. "Come with me" he grabbed your hand and just kinda dragged you along. Once he stopped three other boys looked at you. "C-C-Craig who's t-t-this?" The blond boy said jittery. "Are you on fucking crack?" You askes genuinely. Craig just laughed and stated "no he's on fucking coffee." He pointed to the smaller boy's mug. "Ohh. Well nice to meet you I guess I'm (f/n)." You held out your hand. The blond boy shakily shook it. "I-I-I'm Tweek. OH GOD THIS IS TO MUCH PRESSURE!" Then he ran off. A brown haired boy came up to you. "Hey beautiful I'm Clyde." He winkef and you looked at him with digust. A darker skinned boy smacked him on the back of the head. "I'm sorry about them. Anyway I'm Token" You smiled at all of them. Little did you know they were going to be your best friends. Meanwhile the goths stared from a distance. "Thats the girl" Pete said. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. Plus she was goth! "Hhm she seems legit but how do we pull her away from those conformists?" Micheal stated. Pete didn't care much all he knew was that he had to have you to himself. And Craig was already in his way
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