south park boyfriend/girlfriend scenarios

how you met

you moved to south park, colorado at the beginning of your junior year in high school. you never really had trouble acclimating to new and different settings, so you were excited to start fresh and meet some new people.
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stan: on the first day of school, you parked next to an old truck in the student lot. you were fixing your hair in the mirror and taking a few deep breaths before walking into your new high school. you looked over to your right. fixing your eyes on the truck, you saw a good looking, shaggy black haired boy sitting in the drivers seat. he started shuffling and getting his stuff ready. you did the same and hopped out of your suv. you started to walk towards the school and heard an, "excuse me!?"
you turned and saw the same boy. you gave him a quizzical look.
"sorry! didn't mean to spook you," he laughed, "i was just wondering... are you new?"
you grinned and replied, "yeah actually! i moved here from (city, state) a few weeks ago. i'm y/n."
he strolled over and stood in front of you, he was taller than you so you had to lift your head to meet his gaze.
"my name's stan. i would love to walk you in and get you situated on your first day."
you agreed to let him do just that and walked into school with him by your side.

kyle: when you were about half way through your first class of AP Physics, you knew you made a mistake signing up for the class. you made a quick peek over to the ginger boy who sat to your left. you noticed that he had filled two pages of his notebook with notes, work, and examples. you looked down and saw that you had about 10 lines of notes jotted down. what was he getting that you weren't? you quickly stopped slacking off and started paying attention to your teacher again. it sounded like he was speaking a different language. without noticing, your face had turned into a scowl. even though you didn't even recognize what you were doing, your teacher did.
"miss (y/n)," the teacher stated sternly.
"yes sir?" you replied.
"you seem to be struggling with the material. if you can't keep up, you should talk to the counselor about switching out of this class."
ouch. you definitely did not expect to be called out by a teacher on your first day of school. your face flushed and you responded with a meek, "yes sir."
the feeling of everybody's stares made your chest tighten. you began to feel angry. you could do just as well as that red head brainy kid, who now had all of his attention on the bigger guy who sat behind you. the rest of class went by just as slow as it started. you spent that time eavesdropping on the conversation between the ginger genius and the boy behind you. insults were thrown around like confetti and at one point in their conversation you had to cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. finally the bell rang and you began to put your work in your backpack. before you left your desk, the ginger genius tapped on your shoulder.
"y/n, right?" he asked. you turned and got chills. wow. you didn't realize how cute he was.
"yes, y/n. and you are..." you trailed off.
"my names kyle broflovski," he began. upon hearing his last name you now understood why the boy behind you was calling him a jew over and over again.
he started up again, "y'know if you ever need help, you can just ask me. i have a knack for this kind of stuff." he was too sweet. this made you blush for the second time in an hour. he gave you his number and said goodbye to you. you followed him out the door and saw him greet the boy you met this morning, stan. they were laughing within seconds of seeing each other. "they must be friends," you thought.

kenny: you were dreading your English class more than any other class you had to take. you've always hated how bullshitty all English teachers were. you thought that they pulled all of their theories and teachings out of their ass. you made your way to the back of the class and found a spot where you could easily drone out the lecture and be on your phone without the teacher noticing. you put in an airpod in one of your ears and hid it with your (h/c) hair. when you began to escape to your own imagination, you noticed a lanky boy with a bright orange parka trudging into the classroom. you accidentally made eye contact with him and looked down at your phone, pretending to text someone something really important. when you looked up again, you noticed he chose the seat in front of you. you could hear the sound of his jacket moving in the seat as he turned to you and said, "i've never seen you around before...you must be new. i'm kenny and can i just say..." he leaned in closer to you.
"...i am glad you moved to south park."
woah. you let a quick, "uh," escape your lips. that made the blonde boy with the neon parka chuckle.
"thank you, but um...what do you mean by that exactly?" you asked, gaining confidence.
he looked you up and down.
"you know exactly what i mean by that." he winked at you. god... you had never met anyone like him before.  you especially never had anyone be so straight forward with you like he just was. he turned away and faced the front of the room. finally, your teacher walked in the door and greeted the class. still impressed by what just happened, you realized that you never told him your name. you got out a sheet of lined paper and tore a smaller piece from it. on it you wrote:
  btw my name is y/n.
               xxx-xxx-xxxx  <— you can reach me here ;)
you folded it up, extended your arm over his shoulder, and dropped the note on his desk. he opened it up and immediately pulled out his phone. you felt your phone buzz in your lap. you look down and flip it over.