Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)

Act Natural

I don't know how I did it, but I survived until lunch. With my backpack on my shoulders I meet up with the guys who are already at our table. Everywhere I look, someone's already looking at me.
Math wasn't fun. I sat next to Stan like yesterday, and the lesson seemed to drag on and on. Wendy won't stop looking over to me from the other side of the classroom. I feel her, eyes on me, piercing. She's burning holes into the side of my skull. I think they realize I told the boys everything, as none of them dared to even speak to me this morning. But they stare nonetheless, sour, and unforgiving. I can tell their whispering about me, but I'm being the bigger person.

For now.

Everywhere I go, Stans with me. Like a bodyguard, protecting me from anyone and anything. I remind him a couple of times that I can handle myself, they wouldn't dare corner me yet, so soon. They try to convince me it's them I need, not some stupid boys. And maybe if I'd met them first, things would be different. Maybe if I'd let them in at my most venerable, they would hurt me harder then they did. Well, girls, my walls are up even higher now. No one's getting in, or out. I'm embarrassed about yesterday. Never again. No one will ever see me like that again. I don't need anyone. Why would I?

I want my old friends, my old school.

My dad.

Who still, hasn't reached out. Even for my first day of school. I'm sure it's not on purpose, he's busy with his new family. His new kids, he doesn't want me anymore.

I shake my head.

Not right now.

Never again.

I sit next to Kenny with a smile and pull out a lunchbox for him. He looks at me weird.

"For you", I tell him. "I told you I would."

He opens it gratefully and gawks at its interior. It's nothing special, I made him a sandwich and put in an apple for good measure. I put a store bought cookie in a baggy next to it though, with a note attached.

"I'll bake you a real one tomorrow, have a good day at school!" -me
It reads.

I imitate what my mom used to write on my school lunches as a little girl. It alway comforted me, so I hope it comforts him.

"Mmhmm mmh". (I think I love you.) he looks at me with tears in his eyes.

"It's just food Ken". I tell him laughing. "Apple first". I put my finger up, like a mother would.

He rolls his eyes at me and eats the cookie first anyways, I shake my head.

"What the fuck do you think your doing"? Cartman spits at me, from next to Kenny.

"Nothing, what the fuck are you doing"? I spit back.

"Dude, did you- are stupid or something? Next to Stan. Now." He tells me rolling his eyes.

"Come on man, she's not even in here yet". Kyle says to Cartman.

Cartman stands up, ready to fight, but I shake my head at him, and sit next to Stan on the other side of the table. He sits down with a smile on his evil face.

"Dudes shes coming, act natural!" He yells at us and whistles in the other direction.

"You're the only one acting weird, fat ass"! Kyle yells back.