This Quiet Little Mountain Town

Project

Health class. Ugh. The bane of Pip's futile existence. 
Now, it had gotten worse.
The teacher stood at the front, writing names on the chalkboard. They were doing the classic health project, where they were given partners and 'babies' made of bags of flour that they had to take care of.
"Alright! Read your names and sit next to your partner. The babies will be passed out near the end of class. Until then, I want you all to talk to your partners and get to know them. You'll be getting worksheets with questions about your partner that you gotta answer." THe teacher said in a bored tone. 
Pip gazed up at the chalkboard. He was paired with Damien.
With a sigh, Pip lowered his gaze. Of course, because the universe hated him. 
The teacher passed out the worksheets, and Pip looked up.
"I guess we gotta do this, huh?" He asks, breathing a second sigh. Damien shrugs and starts writing on his worksheet. Pip raises an eyebrow, confused, until Damien slides over his paper.
"There. Now you fill out yours and give it to me, and I'll pretend I wrote it. Then it'll look like we did it." Pip's eyes light up.
"Ooh, sneaky. I like it." Damien snickers, and Pip hands him his paper, the answers filled out. 
~
Meanwhile, in science class, Kenny sits across from Craig. He licks his teeth, the sharpened points digging into his tongue, and sighs.
The two had been partnered up for a lab. The space between the two was covered with different vials of chemicals. 
Kenny wasn't wearing his usual parka. Instead, he wore his black sweatshirt. Kyle had insisted that Kenny avoided wearing the parka until they could get all the blood and dirt out. 
Craig fiddles idly with the yellow strings hanging down from his chullo hat, twirling them around his fingers, which were colored in multicolored bandaids. He wore a gray shirt and sweatpants. Kenny was too lost in thought to notice Craig, who was staring him down, inspecting the kid he was paired with. 
Unruly, untidy blonde hair that stuck up in multiple directions. Sharp, calculating, blood-red eyes. Bandaid over his nose, and bandaid on his cheek. 
Eventually, Kenny noticed Craig's staring, and gave him a dry smile. There was a (kind of cute) gap between his front teeth, and his upper and lower canines were sharp.  Craig, for some reason, flushed and broke eye contact.
Kenny gave a self satisfied smile, and leaned back in his chair, clunking his boots up on the desk.
"You probably shouldn't do that, Blondie." Craig said. Kenny raised an eyebrow, put his feet down, and leaned forwards.
"And why not, Pug Nose?" Craig narrowed his eyes at Kenny.
"There's dangerous chemicals on this table. And like you're one to talk, Flat Face."
"Wow, such a great comeback, Puggy."
"My name is not Puggy."
Kenny gave Craig a deadpan look.
"Nah, duh, Pug Nose. And here I thought it said Puggy on yer birth certificate. Wow, you sure showed me." Kenny said, voice laced with sarcasm. Craig's brow furrowed.
"Wow, nice sarcasm. Is your ego that fragile that you resort to petty insults? Actually, scratch that, I can smell your nonexistent masculinity from here. Here's a tip, wear less cologne. You smell like a Target employee."
Kenny eyed Craig for a second before throwing his head back and barking out a laugh. He leaned forwards and stuck out his hand.
"Nice one. Kenny McCormick." Craig hesitantly took his hand and shook it.
"Craig Tucker." He replied, before quickly yanking his hand away.
"Hmm. That's a nice name." Kenny drawls, leaning back in his chair again. Craig's face flushes, and he scoffs.
"Whatever. Let's do... science, I guess."
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Kyle furiously scribbled down notes in his notebook, his face close to the paper. Every few seconds, he would look up, reading a line of the image projected on the whiteboard before writing it down, word for word. 
Their teacher had them taking notes on math. 
Even though they would only be here for a little while, he refused to fail the classes like Damien and Kenny would most likely do.
His seatmate, Stan, looked over at him, eyebrows arched.
"Is it humanly possible to write that fast?" He inquired, his gaze switching from Kyle to his notebook. Kyle snorted. Of course it wasn't, but that didn't matter since he wasn't a human. 
When he got no response, Stan started talking again.
"You're one of the new kids, right? I'm Stan." Kyle finished writing down the page before he looked up and closed his notebook, right as the bell rang. As they were cleaning their shared desk, Kyle made eye contact with Stan.
"I'm Kyle. Kyle Broflavski. It's nice to meet you." He said politely, hoisting his bag onto his shoulder.
"Nice. Hey, I have a question." Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He replied, smoothing out the wrinkles on his jacket.
"Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?" Kyle blinked twice, shocked. The question took him aback. 
"Oh... sure." He didn't see the harm in it, and he could do to make a few friends, even if they were humans, and he would never get to see them again.
The thought upset him, so he let it drop.
Stan beamed at Kyle, and heat rises up to his face.
He follows Stan to the lunchroom quietly and sits down.