Friendly Faces Everywhere -South Park x Reader-

Stan x Reader (Redone)

("Love Drunk"-Boys Like Girls)

South Park Elementary...

"We're a D school...at least".

Well, this is going to be a wonderful experience, you thought, pushing open the double doors to your new school.

"Who's she?" A voice whispered from beside you.

"Some dumb bitch." Another voice answered, giggling along with it's friend. As you turned around, a girl with long, black hair glared at you.

"God, fuck my life." You muttered, staring down at the floor.

A blonde boy heard you, grinning. "Excuse me," He smirked. "Did I hear you say 'fuck'? That's my speciality."

"Oh, hello...?"

"My name's Kenny." The kid leaned in, his nose an inch away from yours. "And you are-"

"Y/N." Your eyes stared into his, eventually shifting back to the floor. "I have to get to class."

"Oh, it's over there." Kenny pointed to a door on your left.

"Thanks." You started towards your new class, opening the wooden door to reveal a middle-aged man sitting at the front desk, watching you from behind his thick glasses.

"I'm guessing you're Y/N?" He asked, hands clasped tightly onto the surface of his desk.

"Yes, are you Mr. Garrison?" You replied, moving closer to the back.

"Yep. Your seat is right there." Your teacher pointed to the seat behind the first in the front.

The bell rang, summoning the children to their classes. The same girl with streaming black hair sat in front of you.

Great. You thought, trying to get a glimpse of the board.

Mr. Garrison stood up. "Class, I'd like you to meet our newest student, Y/N."

All of the kids groaned, trying to ignore their teacher. The black-haired girl was talking to a boy that sat behind you, giving him an air-kiss before looking back towards the front.

"Now that that's over, let's get to our lesson." Garrison said, facing the chalkboard.

You grabbed a notebook from your F/C backpack, noticing that your pencil had dropped and rolled a few feet away from you. Tapping the girl's shoulder, you pointed at it. "Excuse me, can you get my pencil?"

"Get it yourself." She snapped nastily, flipping her ebony hair in your face.

The boy behind you smiled, handing you your pencil. "Here."

"Thanks." You blushed, accepting the writing utensil.

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At lunch, you say with Kenny and his friends. One of them was the same kid that had given you a pencil.

He waved at you from across the table, smiling. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hi." You waved back, trying to ignore the dirty look you received from his apparent "girlfriend".

"Stan, who's this bitch?" A fat male asked his friend, pointing a thick finger at you.

"Y/N. And she's not a bitch, Cartman." Stan said, glaring at the boy.

"Fuck you." Cartman went back to eating his chips.

"Y/N, can I talk to you? In private?" The black-haired 4th grader whispered.

"Sure." You followed him into the hall.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Look, I know I'm supposed to be with Wendy, but I really like you..."

"You do?" Your eyes shifted to the ground, staring at your shoes.

"Yep. So, can we go on a date?" Stan stared you straight in the face.

"Of course!" You replied, hugging him tightly. "Screw Wendy!"

As your lips connected with his, Kenny peeked out into the hallway, gasping. "Y/N's getting the d tonight!"

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Y/N Woah...I used to write long stories.