Chapter 3

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(Y/n)'s pov:

We made our way to school at a rather slow pace. We kept laughing the entire way there, making jokes and just having a good time. Once we walked into the school, a few people looked at me and started whispering. My smile immediately dropped from my face. I glanced around at everyone and saw them staring and pointing towards me. I looked down at my feet, gripping the edge of my sleeves. "What's all the pointing and whispers about...?"

I felt two people put their hands on my shoulders, pushing me to walk faster. I glanced up and saw Tweek and Craig at my sides, Clyde in front of me and Token behind me. They hurried me into the classroom and we sat down. I finally looked up and glanced around me. The few students that were in the classroom were doing the same as the students in the hallway, making me look back down at my feet. Thankfully, Mr. Garrison walked into class, the rest of the students that were missing following him. I saw Kenny take a seat beside me, and saw him glance over at me. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I felt another hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at the hand, seeing it belonging to Kenny. "Kenny? What's that for?"

"You haven't heard what everyone else is saying?"

"Huh..?"

By now the others were listening in on this too. "The fatass is spreading rumors about you."

"What rumors?"

He hesitated for a minute. "I'll tell you guys at lunch, okay?"

I sighed, but nodded. "Okay. On to a happier note, I thought of a few things for the project!"

He tilted his head slightly. "What idea?"

"Well I was thinking we could get a couple of white shirts and paint on the organs! If you don't want to use paint I can try and sew them on! It'll take the entire two weeks but I can!"

He blinked a couple of times, and I was almost positive his mouth was hanging open. "When did you even come up with that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, a wide grin spread across my face. "I started thinking of it this morning on the way to school! We can go and get the supplies after school if you want!"

He blinked a couple of times, but finally nodded. "Yeah, sure!"

Not a second after that we heard someone laugh. I looked towards the noise to see Fatass laughing. I heard a soft growl coming from beside me. I looked over to see Kenny giving him a harsh glare. Fatass started laughing harder. "Jesus Kinny, calm your tits!"

I decided to speak up. "Why are you laughing?"

He immediately stopped laughing and looked at me with the most shocked face on the planet. "BECAUSE KINNY IS POOR YOU DUMB SKANK!"

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head slightly. "Uhh, so? You're fat. We all have flaws."

The entire class erupted into laughter. Kenny was dying on the floor next to me. I smiled slightly, but when I looked up at Fatass, he had the most angry look on his face. "OH YEAH!? AT LEAST IM NOT A WHORE WHO HAS FIVE BOYS OVER AT HER PLACE, FOUR OF WHICH STAY THE NIGHT!"

My head tilted slightly, then my eyes went wide. "W-what...?"

"YOU HEARD ME WHORE!"

I stayed frozen in my seat. People were whispering again, staring at me. My breathing started to become uneven and my vision started to get blurry. I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder, but it wasn't registering properly. I calmly stood up, my legs wobbling slightly, and darted out of the classroom. I heard a few people call out my name but I ignored them and kept running. I wasn't paying attention to where I was running to, so when I looked up and saw the entrance to the school I was slightly shocked. My breathing was much more uneven now, both from what happened in the classroom and the running. I started hearing footsteps behind me again so I pushed open the door and started running again. I glanced behind me one last time while I was running down the sidewalk to see Kenny and Craig standing at the entrance with worried faces. I put down my last two fingers down and held my hand up towards Craig, signaling 'No, I'm not okay and I need comfort'.

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