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They boys and their teams watched as the girls drag her to their table. They talk for a bit and sit down.
This doesn't sit well Stan, and he looks to the other boys.
"We should follow them." He tells Kyle.
"What, why?" Kyle asks, looking back in the direction of where the girls are.
"It's Wendy— I think— she might be out for blood". Stan tells him.
"Your overreacting dude, just admit your jealous already. Grow a pair, Jesus.." Cartman spits.
"I'm not jealou- look, there's a weird energy going on between Wendy and newbie, I don't like it."
"Mmmh mm?" (What do you mean?) Kenny mumbles.
"In history, Wendy pulled her aside, when she came back, she had this weird look on her face. Apparently Wendy called her "pretty".
"We'll she's not wrong", Clyde starts, "I don't see why that's a big deal though?"
Stan grumbles and looks back to them. The girls are pushing her out of the lunchroom and giggling, they take off running dragging her along.
Stan slams his hands down on the table, using the momentum to push himself up, standing upright.
"I'm following them." He says as he takes off.
Stan hears the others yell in disagreement, calling him back to the table but he's not listening.
Something wrong.
He, dashes out of the cafeteria, through the doors, and into the hallway, but he sees no one.
Fuck.
He runs out to the stairwell that leads to the roof praying maybe— they brought her up there. But as he burst through to door. He sees no one.
"Dammit!" He yells.
"Ew, conformist". He hears from the other side of the wall.
Stan dips around the corner, coming face to face with a group of goths he used to run with, many years ago.
"Fuck— guys", he starts, out of breath. His hands on his knees. "you guys didn't see Wendy and her group up here, did you?" He desperately asks.
The group only look at him and dramatically take long puffs of their cigarettes.
"I didn't see shit, conformist, but if I did— I doubt I would tell you." A girl with deep black hair complains blankly.
"I'll give you 20 dollars". Stan says quickly.
"My body has far surpassed the need for such physical, securable things. As my soul has died and pass on to"-
"35 bucks". He cuts her off.
"..They were up here. Talking shit about you". She states.
"Yeah, but there was a new girl with them, she looks plain, such a conformist." A boy with red streaks in his hair rolls his eyes. "She stuck up for you".
"She did?" Stan asks a little taken aback.
"They noticed us and freaked, ran out the door". Henrietta tells him taking another hit off her cigarette.
"Thanks, bye"-
"Conformist. Pay up". She held her hand out.
Stan sighs pulling out his wallet.
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Shit.
I'm down 35 bucks, and I still can't find her.
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Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)
FanfictionA choose your own ending in the world of South Park. Who will you meet? Who will you love? Who will you hate? Find out as reader battles this new chapter of her life. Something tells me it's not as bad as she thinks. Or maybe it is?
