Poor and Perverted (Older! Kenny McCormick x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 5: Blood.

My head snapped at the door as I was climbing over the wired fence. Who I saw at the door was both relieving and disappointing at the same time.
"Hey, I saw you guys sneaking out and thought why not-" Kenny said as the door flew open and I had my left leg in mid air, exposing my posterior for him to view.
Shit.
At least it wasn't a teacher.
"Nice view~" I stared at him and he dared to fucking smirk at me, his eyes focused on my, y'know.
My face turned a deep red. I panicked and put my leg back down standing in a strange, one leg on each side, position. I buried my face in my palms, glowing a bright red.

I felt both angry and flustered, Kenny annoying me more than he ever did. I looked back up from my hands and at Kenny, his smirk as annoying as ever. My brows were furrowed in anger and my face red from both embarrassment and rage.
The longer you stay like this the more inconvenient it will be.
I pulled myself together and, still panicky, tried to jump over the fence. The key word here is 'tried'.

Turns out that while I was crossing the railing, the fabric from my tights was caught by the wires, which did not only rip them to pieces but sent me flying, face first, to the ground, literally eating dirt. I heard a thud in front of me, notifying that Kenny too has jumped over the fence.
"Holy shit, are you okay?" the blond asked as both him and Craig bent down to my aid.
Looking up at the two figures in front of me, I felt a warm liquid run down my nose. I glanced down at the ground below me, it was blood, I was bleeding.
"Take a wild fucking guess, buddy."
It's amazing how I can manage to still be a sarcastic asshole even after getting hurt.
I atempted to pick myself up, but collapsed the second I tried. The two boys reacted quickly and helped me up on my feet. I mumbled out a silent "thank you" and glimpsed down at the terrain, seeing the blood from my nose drip down, leaving a trail of red as Kenny and Craig helped me to a bench.

They gently sat me down on the bench and for some reason I felt a stinging sensation in my left leg. I looked down at my thigh and noticed that my black tights weren't the only thing that ripped. My skin did too.
"Your leg is bleeding." Craig said, as he arched down to the level of my leg and examined the cut on my thigh.
"Uh huh." I replied in a mordant tone.
No way. Oh my god Craig! Congratulations, you can see!
Kenny gently put his hand on my thigh and investigated the wound further. I cringed at the touch and felt my face heat up. He pulled on my skirt to try reveal the cut more and I stopped him by laughing loudly and pulling his hand away.
"On the contrary, I feel much better! So yeah, thanks guys, I think I'll take it from here." I said standing up and stumbling on my feet.
'I feel much better' she says. 'I'll take it from here' mhm, a likely tale.
Before I could fall Craig caught me and helped me stand. I pushed myself away from him and cocked upright, my whole body still shaky.
How could anyone get this fucked up from jumping over a fence? Well this idiot apparently.
"Lets at least stop the bleeding with bandages and get some ice for your nose." Kenny suggested as he stood up.
I sighed in defeat and nodded.
"Okay fine."

I limped my way to the drug store with Kenny and Craig by my side.
It was somewhat embarrassing since I felt pretty weak and helpless. Damn, I hate my unsporty physique.
When we arrived I sat myself down on the sidewalk, wiping away some blood from my nose with my sleeve, which was still surprisingly bleeding. Kenny went inside the drug store and I was left outside with Craig. He sat down next to me and pulled out a pack of coffin-nails. I nodded and he put one in my mouth, since I was in too much pain to get one myself, actually just too lazy.
I watched the raven light my cigarette and took a drag. He did the same to his cig and we smoked.
The cold breeze of the early spring made me shiver and I hugged my body for warmth.
If we're being honest smoking didn't help one bit, plus I spilled ash on my hoodie.
With no attention to the negative sides, I hugged myself tighter, my body shaking and my teeth chattering slightly.
It's not even that cold, goddammit.
A warm coat was placed around my shoulders. I looked over at Craig and saw that he was only wearing his long sleeved t-shirt.
"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked, holding the sleeve of the blue jacket.
"Yeah, besides you need it more than I do." he explained and wrapped the coat around me further.
I smiled at Craig, enjoying the feeling of warmth spreading through my body. It kind of felt like warm kittens taking a nap on your back.
"Thanks."
The raven looked to the side, the tips of his ears pink, as he flipped me off.
Is Craig blushing?!
This is new-
I chuckled softly and threw my spent cancer-stick to the side, letting it light itself out.

At that exact moment the doors of the drug store flew open and a familiar looking blond ran out with a bunch of stuff in his hands. Behind him ran a middle-aged woman dressed in white, presumably the pharmacist, throwing a purse at Kenny, which he dodged.
"I'm calling the police!" she yelled, waving her old Nokia phone in the air.
He quickly rushed over to us and shoved the medical supplies into Craig's hands.
"What's going on?" I felt myself get more paranoid due to all the commotion and pulled my hands through the blue jacket."And why is that lady shouting at you?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I might have just robbed a drug store..." Kenny smiled gawkily and thieved Craig of his cigarette, taking a drag.
"Hey that's mine-" Craig was interrupted by Kenny grabbing my hands and throwing them around his neck as he picked me up on his back.
This action led me to panic, due to my bad leg, and hold on, tightening my grip around Kenny.
"No time, now run!" Kenny commanded as he ran off with me on his back and Craig trying to keep up behind us.
This definitely caught me off guard, so I had no choice but to go with it. I averted my gaze to Craig, who I saw carrying all of Kenny's loot. Then I noticed the security guy from the store running after us.
This is bad.
I'm about to get arrested and I still haven't had my chicken nuggets.
With nothing else to do, I buried my face in the blonde's neck and sighed in melancholy.