Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)

I Choose Never

The morning was rough. My alarm clock blasted me awake and I'm immediately filled with dread.

Fuck.

I can't do this. Should I call in sick? On my first day? No loser, just go.

I can't.

I can.

I can't.

Fuck.

My mother had walked in while I was getting ready to see if I was awake, and unfortunately I was.
She told me she made breakfast for the big day but I'm to nervous to eat anything. I feel like I'm going to be sick already. I'm in the middle of finishing my eyeliner when my alarm goes off again, screaming at me, letting me know I have ten minutes to walk out the door.

I wearing the best outfit I could come up with. But I changed it four times already.

I can't.

You can.

No I really can't.

The only think keeping me from going insane is the invitation I got from Craig Tucker last night, I'm actually really looking forward to it so I can't skip.

Fuuuck.

I put on my favorite shoes again, and head downstairs putting Craig's note in my backpack. I don't feel prepared, though I might be over preparing just a little. I have more notebooks then I have classes, extra paper, and a never ending collection of pens. I throw a couple more in thinking I'll lose all of them as soon as I walk in the door. I stare at them, and add some more.

Damnit!

"Your going to be fine, honey." my mom tells me as she walks up to me, kissing my forehead.

I feel like I'm going to explode.

"I know mom, I'm excited". I tell her, but my words come out shaky and unsure.

Lier

She just sighs at me and smiles.

"Tell me all about it tonight, okay?" She asks, and I nod.

She tells me she's leaving for work and that I should do the same before I miss the bus.

I hug her tight, procrastinating my inevitable death.

We walk out the door and I watch her car drive away, wishing she would take me with her.

I turn in the opposite direction and start my walk to the bus stop.

I can't do this.

I almost turn around to walk home when I see my friends at the bus stop. They smile at me and wave.

No, I can.

I silently stand next to them in the middle of Stan and Kyle. Cartman leans over looking at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, your like— pale"?He points out.

"N- nothing!" I say, but my voice breaks.

"Oh, she's nervous". Stan says concerned.

"Don't be nervous newbie, I'm- we're here. It will be fun, we can hangout all day." Kyle tells me.

I nod at him, but I feel my fear bubbling up fast. To fast.

"Mhm- shit! What if I don't have any classes with you? What if I lose you guys or something and I'm alone all day? Fuck— I'm such a loser— I'll probably be eating lunch in the bathroom— and Fuck!"- I say all in one breath.

"I'm gonna be sick". I say with he head in my hands.

Cartman laughs at me.

"Your such a loser, dude".

I scowl at him, even though his words do get to me.

Just then Kenny walks up to the bus stop with us, and when he sees me, he immediately throws his arms around me bringing me into a warm hug.

"Mhmm!" (Newbie!) He says to me excitedly.

I wrap my arms around him so tight, I think he might suffocate. He tries to pull away but I don't let him, whimpering into his jacket.

He sends the boys an questioning look.

"She's nervous". Kyle tells him.

"Mmm, mmhm mhh mmhhhmm, hm?" (Oh, don't be nervous newbie, you have me there, okay?) He mumbles brightly.

"Pssh, don't tell her that". Cartman says laughing. "Kyle already tried". He rolls his eyes.

I'm still clinging to Kenny as the bus pulls up, and I realize it's now or never. I choose never, and start to run away when Kenny grabs be my the collar and pulls me into the bus chuckling.

I hold his hand as we pick a seat. I feel everyone's eyes on me all at once, but Kenny squeezes my hand and we sit down near the back. Kyle and Stan sit behind us, with Cartman who sits next to a smaller boy with blond hair. He's knocking his knuckles together and I wonder if he's as nervous as me, but I doubt it.

The bus drives away and we start the journey to school.

So far so good.

I don't know if I'm making Kenny uncomfortable as I hold his hand, but knowing him, probably not. He holds it the whole way there, and I thank God he's wearing gloves, as my hands sweat uncontrollably.

We pull up to a yellow building with the school name out front. As the bus drops us off in the back, I decide I want to be the last one off the bus, so I sit tight. Kenny looks at me a squeezes my hand again. As the cold morning air hits my face everyone's looking at me and I realize from their point of view, new girl is holding Kenny's hand. So I quickly let go, but he reaches out, searching for it again and nods at me as we interlock our fingers. I'm so grateful for my friends right now, as they give me pep talks inside the building.

They walk me to get my schedule from the front desk and help me find my locker. I put some of my unnecessary books in it and make my locker code. Deciding I cannot part with any of my pens. We all huddle up around the paper in my shaky hand, looking over room numbers and teacher names I've never heard off.

"..And that's Mr. Mackey, the schools guidance counselor". Kyles trying to introduce me to the teachers on my list before I introduce them to myself, but it's almost falling on deaf ears as my heart pounds in my chest.

"Looks like she's got math first, with me". Stan smiles at me.

"And then I'll meet you here for history". Kyle tells me. "While Kenny and Cartman show you english".

Cartman rolls his eyes.

"Then, you have me again at 11:15 for chemistry". Kyle continues. "We'll meet in the lunch room for lunch, and for the rest of the day you have P.E with Kenny, Home EC, and during the last hour the principal and counselor want to meet with you."

"Okay, okay". I nod my head trying to take in all the information, but my head is starting to spin.

The bell rings interrupting my last moments of peace, and Kenny let's go of my hand. The boys walk away waving to me, wishing me good luck, and that they will see me later. I take a deep breath a look at Stan. My hand suddenly feels very empty, so I close it in a fist so tight I break skin. I actually might scar from how many times I do this to myself.

As we walk down the hallway, Stan hold his own hand out to me, I look at it a realize what he's trying to do. I take it gently and give him a thankful smile and we silently walk to our first class. He looks paler then I do now, is he going to throw up?
He clears his throat though, and I notice everyone's staring at me and I feel it's probably my fault, but I need emotional support right now.

The bell rings again as students flood into the room taking their seats. Me and Stan stand outside. He looks to me and we breathe together.

"Ready?" He asks me.

I nod and he lets go of my hand walking into class, with me not far behind him.

It's Now or never I guess.