New Competition (Stan x OC)

Prologue

Warning: This story contains foul language and references to South Park that are most likely offensive. This story also is somewhat cliche and probably full of cringe-worthy material. Read at your own costs.

  Twelve years ago in South Park Preschool, I met a group of four little boys. My teacher, Ms. Claridge had just been caught on fire and the police arrested some little boy named Trent. They said he started the fire, but I saw what really happened.

  "Why did you lie?" I asked, walking up to the four boys.

  "What are you talking about?" One of the boys replied. He was fatter than the others with a blue and yellow hat and a red shirt that didn't fit him.

  "I know you started that fire!" I said, making the boys' expression turn to fear. They looked at each other, then the same boy spoke again.

  "No we didn't. You're just blind you dumb bitch," he said. I didn't know what bitch meant, but I knew what dumb meant. And that's what got me triggered.

  "Fine! Well since I'm so dumb, I guess I'll just tell the police that you started the fire!" I yelled, turning to run after the police car. Before I could even walk forward, another boy had jumped on top of me. At first, all I could see was orange, then the weight lifted off of me and a blonde boy covered in a beat-up hoodie and stained scarf was in front of my face. We stared at each other for a second, then he winked at me. I screamed then pushed him away. "Get off!" I screamed, dusting off my jacket, "Ew! Boy germs!"

  "Don't tell! Then we'll be grounded!" A ginger boy pleaded. He had a little green hat on that he was tugging on, probably out of stress.

  "But Trent's in trouble!" you argued. 

  "But we'll be in trouble! Please don't say anything," 

  "Mrph mrph mrph mrph," the blonde boy said. I couldn't decipher what he had said, but apparently no one was listening to him anyway.

  "Fine, but you guys owe me," I pouted. The boys nodded in unison, except for the fat one.

  "Fuck that," he said, "I'm not going to do shit for some stupid bitch,"

  "Then I guess I'll just tell your mom-"

  "Dammit, Cartman!" The ginger yelled, then turned and kicked the fat kid, who I assume is Cartman, making him fall. "Don't listen to him! We'll do anything you ask!"

  "Okay," I smiled, then turned and started to walk away.

  "Wait!" The last boy, one with black hair and a red and blue beanie stopped me. I heard the fat kid groan as a response, but I still stopped to hear the boy. "What's your name?"

  "What's yours?" I shot back.

  "I'm Stan," the boy said.

  "Kyle," the ginger boy waved, then pointed at the blonde kid, "that's Kenny," he added. Kenny didn't say anything, but he did give me another wink and throw some finger guns at me.

  "And the fatass is Cartman," Stan said, seeing that Cartman wasn't going to introduce himself.

  "Nice to meet you all," I smiled at them. "I'm Giselle Helin. See you later."