The Goth and the Jersey Boy (A South Park Style Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter One: New Kid

A short, tan, redheaded boy walked into the classroom, several minutes after the bell rang. He didn't care, honestly. He was late all the time, which didn't really seem to matter at his old school. But maybe it would here. Who knows? Who cares?

Not him. That was extremely apparent based off of the way he behaved and dressed. Black booty shorts and a black leather jacket. As he walked down the halls, he was called several rude slurs that he would rather not repeat (he would without a problem if asked, though). But when he didn't do anything or merely replied with another snide comment, people were caught off guard. He was regularly cat-called as he walked down the streets, even if he was only a sophomore, so he knew how to react.

Needless to say, he turned a lot of heads. And he didn't care one bit.

The teacher directed her attention towards the boy. "Oh, you must be our new student." She smiled warmly. He nodded and smiled back at her. Everyone who was paying attention instantly knew that there was something wrong with this smile, though. It was almost like there was a collective gasp without a single sound being made. His smile was... cold, harsh. It was faux. Even with his shining white teeth and otherwise harmless appearance, he was making everyone at least a little nervous.

"FAG!"

Well, everyone except one person.

An immediate look of hurt spread across the boy's face. But the thing was, it looked fake too. Like he was used to that kind of treatment. The teacher glared at the person who yelled out. "Eric Cartman! If you are going to use that kind of language in my classroom, you can leave!" She scolded. Eric rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

The teacher turned back to this new boy. "I'm so sorry about that. Why don't you tell everyone about yourself?" She said kindly. Just as he was about to say something, the door swung open. A taller boy dressed head-to-toe in black and gray strutted in. He obviously didn't care about anyone or anything, either. Not at all.

The teacher groaned. "I see that you have finally decided to grace us with your presence, Stanley." She said sarcastically. "And it's a great thing that you did. We have a new student." Stan plopped down in his seat. "I noticed." He said, blandly yet irritatedly. The new boy let a smirk spread across his face. This seemed to actually be genuine. However, one of the last things you want to seem real in front of all of your peers is a devious smile.

It was gone as quickly as it came. The teacher waved her hand towards the new kid, gesturing him to speak. No one had even heard his voice yet. There was still so much to learn about this boy. Only a select number of people would admit that they wanted to know, though. The majority wanted to know about him - he was quite interesting based off of his outfit alone - but they would never say it. The remainder honestly didn't care.

The boy smiled that fake smile that he had. It seemed even faker than the last. It casted every person in the room out, just by being there. This boy wasn't to be trusted. Clearly. He might as well write "DO NOT TRUST" in thick, black Sharpie on his forehead. Although, not all people would accept that as a valid reason to leave this boy alone. That's not trying hard enough. And if that isn't trying hard enough, that smile sure as hell isn't.

Three of these people were Stan Marsh, the goth, Kenny McCormick, the school whore and Eric Cartman, the town's biggest bigot (pun acknowledged). Stan probably wasn't going to come out and say that he was intrigued by this boy, but he was, very much so. Kenny would tell everyone about how much he was into this boy. He, of course, wouldn't be afraid to say how attractive this boy was and he certainly wouldn't deny being a little turned on by him. And if Eric openly ridiculed him in his first few minutes at this school, he wouldn't be afraid to go further.

This new boy finally spoke. "I'm Kyle Broflovski." His voice was high-pitched and almost feminine. A few people held back laughter, most didn't care what he sounded like and Eric laughed louder than he should have.

"YOU SOUND LIKE A CHICK!" He yelled, laughing harder. Kyle clenched his fists as discreetly as possible. He got that fake look of hurt again. But anew, it was like he was used to that being said to him. "ERIC CARTMAN!" The teacher snapped. Everyone jerked their heads to look at him. "Principal's office! Now!" She barked, pointing at the door.

Eric grumbled something and left, slamming the door loudly. The teacher sighed and looked at Kyle. "I'm so sorry, Kyle. Keep going." He smiled politely. Or as polite as that smile could get. "Let's see... Uh, where are you from?" The answer caught everyone off guard, even the teacher. It was too bad that Eric wasn't in the room because this boy would've been eaten alive. No one would have had to deal with him and all the trouble he would assumedly cause. Only if Eric was in the room.

"New Jersey."

Kyle sat at a table alone at lunch. He was just sitting there, thinking. He leaned his cheek against his palm, tapping his fingers on the table.

That Eric Cartman boy definitely had his attention. His goal was clear; to terrorize his victim. To what extent, he didn't know yet. But it was clear that this was his own little game. Although, Kyle had his own. Only to be used in dire situations, though.

Stan the goth who came in late was more interesting though. He was certainly someone that he'd have to get more information on. He didn't seem to care about a lot, but it seemed like he cared a lot more than he would lead someone to believe. Also, he casually, briefly checked out Kyle's butt as he walked in. But it was okay because he was pretty cute.

Someone sat across from him abruptly, ripping him from his thoughts. In front of him sat a smirking blonde in an orange parka. "Hi, I'm Kenny." He introduced himself and Kyle immediately knew that he was flirting. Interesting.

He smiled, which unsettled Kenny un-noticeably. "I'm Kyle." He purred in an innocent voice. He scanned Kenny carefully. "You're from Jersey, huh? How was that?" Kyle half-shrugged. "It was fine, I guess. I'm sure it doesn't look like it, but I didn't have a lot of friends." He said, biting his lip.

"Sexual partners don't have to be friends."

Kyle almost laughed. "That's not what I meant, but thanks. Most of the people at my old school were kind of afraid of me." He chuckled. Kenny arched an eyebrow. "Why is that? No offense, but you don't seem all that threatening."

Kyle smiled more sincerely and propped his elbows on the table. "My little brother, Ike, is Canadian. He was adopted. He was made fun of for it a lot. I had been there, too, because of my height and voice. My mom and I told him not to listen to them and he tried. But he came home one day with a black eye and was all beat up and I lost it. They didn't bother him again."

Kenny laid a hand on the table and whispered, "Well, people here have been talking about you already." Kyle laid one of his hands down too and casually held Kenny's. "Is that right? I'm not surprised. I've already been stopped a few times. Someone asked me if the only way I survived in Jersey was prostitution."

Kenny almost seemed appalled. "Well, I think you're pretty hot and I'll introduce you to some of my... 'friends'," Kyle smirked genuinely. "Thanks." He said, flirtatiously.

"Kyle!" Kenny called, running up to the boy between classes. "What do you have next?" He asked. Kyle closed his locker and leaned against it. The halls were starting to clear rather quickly. "Study hall, what about you?" Kenny smiled. "Yes! My friends and I have study hall, too." Kyle stood up and started walking down the hallway. "Where to, then?" He asked. Kenny followed behind, very casually staring at Kyle's butt. "We meet outside the school in the back. Near the goths."

Near the goths...