South Park x Reader One-Shots

Trent: Two tough teens

I had a teacher yell at me... again.  First time it was because I brought a knife to school, then I got in trouble for starting a food fight in the cafeteria.  This time, I drew a huge dick on Mr. Garrison's desk.

"THAT'S IT YOUNG LADY!" Garrison shouted, "DETENTION AFTER SCHOOL!"  I rolled my eyes and said, "Like it's gonna change anything."  I bunch of kids laughed as I felt the corners of my mouth turn up a little.  Mr. Garrison continued after glaring at me, deciding it wasn't worth it anyway.  I rolled my pencil around my desk, bored out of my mind.  I had ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with
(F/C) converse.  I leaned back and groaned, tired as ever.  When the finals bell rang, I walked towards my locker to head for detention.  My backpack was slung over my shoulder as a Wendy and her friends snickered at me.  I turned around, "What do you want?" I asked, pretty pissed. 

"Oh um I don't know, maybe if you acted a little more civil you would have more friends," Bebe spat.  I scoffed and then laughed, "What? Bitches like you? No thanks."  I could see the red anger on their faces as I left them behind, entering the detention room.  I sat at a table to the left, while there was two other boys.  Craig, and some blonde gruff looking kid.  I zipped open my bag and groaned when I realized it was two hour detention.  The blonde kid looked at me with an eyebrow raised, I glared back, leaning back into my chair.  A little smirk played on his lips and he took out a piece of paper, scribbling something on it.  Since the teacher was sleeping, he threw it to me.  I caught it and opened the ball of paper.

"What are you in for?"

I smiled a little, writing back, "Brought a knife to school, started a food fight, and drew a huge penis on Garrison's desk."

I threw it back as he caught it skillfully.  He read it with a little shock in his eyes, he smirked as he wrote another message.

"Wanna ditch?"

I scribbled back, "Hell yeah."

When I tossed it back, he flashed a cute smirk at me.  His blue eyes seemed to almost sparkle.  I could tell he was a mischief maker just from his "fuck you attitude" and his ripped clothes, a few tattoos on his shoulder.  He sat up from his desk quietly as he swung up his bag, motioning me to follow him.  I grabbed my bag and snuck over to the door where he was.  As we inched to the door, Craig glared at us and rolled his eyes, deciding he wanted to ditch too.  As we walked down the hall, Craig took a different turn, leaving this blonde boy and I all alone.

"So," he said, "What's your name?  Haven't seen you here before."  I returned with, "(F/N), and yours?"  He laughed a little, "Trent, Trent Boyett."  He told me how he spray painted the school and flushed water balloons down the toilet.  I laughed until my sides hurt, this Trent knew some good tricks.  "What do you wanna do?" I asked.  He rolled his eyes up as if trying to see the thoughts in his head, "How about a movie or something?"  I said, "Theater's closed for construction still, expanding the place a bit."  Trent nodded, a little upset.  I spoke up, "We could go to my house."  He seemed to blush a little as I said this, he slightly nodded.

When we got to my house, I dropped my heavy ass bag and kicked my shoes off.  I swung the fridge open to get a soda, offering one to Trent.  He accepted as I lead him into the living room, turning on the television.  After a while, I felt his hand on mine.  I felt weird and bubbly so I whipped my head towards him, blushing because of this cute bad boy.  "Y-yeah?" I stuttered.  "You know (F/N), you're really cute and I like you," he said.  I responded with, "B-but I barely know you."  Trent pulled me close with one arm and said, "That's why I want to get to know you more.  Let's go get into some trouble."  With that, we had grabbed nearly all the toilet paper in the house and ran to Garrison's house, snickering in the dark. 

When we got there, we started tossing the toilet paper through the trees and around the branches, both of us trying hard not to laugh.  When I couldn't reach the top of a huge tree, Trent hoisted me up onto his shoulders.  I blushed furiously as I grabbed his head, a little scared to fall.  "You scared of heights?" Trent chuckled.  "N-no!"  I whisper shouted, "I just don't want to fall and accidentally hurt you."  I could feel his hands on my thighs as my face burned hot.  I threw the roll as high as I could, successfully wrapping the tree.  Trent set me down and suddenly pinned me down into the grass.

"You're so cute (F/N), such a badass," he whispered.  I blushed and said, "Y-you're cute too... for a weenie."  We laughed at my silly insult but soon focused back to each other, his eyes staring into my (E/C) ones.  "I think i love you," he whispered.  I could almost see his blush I'm the dead of night, "I think I love you too."