Yes, I like sassy songs. Come on, I'm like 10% white bitch, I've gotta appreciate the culture. Plus, the gal is Finnish and us Finns stand behind whoever makes it! Well not Saara Aalto, she's a bad singer. She shouldn't have fucked us over at the Eurovision, her performance was... well I'm not going to be a critic right now but let's just say, even Robin is better than her.
Warnings: Cursing and... sassy Stan? What is this? Why do I love this shit?
Ages: 17.
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Stan's POV.

"Hey! Fag!"

I roll my eyes and walk past like it's a damn mockingbird... which he kinda is.

"Don't you hear me?" He asks.

"Yeah, I did," I say, turning around.

There is a whole 'Ohh' around us.

"But quite honestly, whatever you're bitching about couldn't matter less. Everything that comes out of that hole is absolute bullshit," I say.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"I'm not bothered by your cigarette bullshit, thank you," I say.

I walk off.

"What the hell happened to him?"

"Them," i state.

The girl looks at me.

"It's them," I say.

I laugh at the faces before showing a middle finger.

"That's disgusting," one says.

"So is your mum," I say.

It's a weak spot, I can absolutely tell.

"Your mum is from like 2010," he says.

"And I still bring justice with it. I ain't a trend hopper," I say.

He looks really surprised.

"Karma. Ya know what that is or is your brain too bigoted to process any of it?" I ask.

"What did I even do?" He mutters.

"Saying I'm unnatural is suddenly something fucking okay?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes.

"It's just the truth," he says.

I laugh.

"About as true as the fact you're an insecure little boy," I say, winking.

The bell ringing stops him from attacking me.

"Let's finish this later," I say.

He laughs.

"You want to fight?" He asks.

I roll my eyes.

"If you could get your head out of your ass you'd know that not everything is about strength," I say.

"Stop being a beta bitch," he says.

"I much prefer being so-called 'beta' to being as stupid and hormonal as a damn duck," I say.

He rises his hand.

"None of this towards my friends," Kyle says.

He takes the boy by the arm.

"Oh look, you're holding hands. I so ship it," Kenny says.

"Let go of my hand you damn fag!" The boy screeches.

"How about a no?" Kyle asks, smiling.

"Do I have to talk with the doctors? It cannot show good health that you've seen two people as cigarettes by now. I think you're a little too addicted," I say.

Kenny laughs.

"I have class," the boy says.

"Wow, how convenient. Me too," I say.

I smile at him.

"Next time you wanna fuck with me, it won't be so much fun for you, Love," i say.

Kyle let's him go.

"PE. Right?" Kenny asks.

"Oh yey, more running from shit. I honestly think the film school from hiding from things is more useful than the damn subject," I say.

"Rudeness is overflowing," Kyle says.

"Decreasing sass levels," I say.

They both laugh.

"Okay done," I say.

"What are you then? A robot?" Kenny asks.

"No but that would be awesome! I love-," I start.

"We know," they both say, before I can go further.

"Oh okay," I say.

We walk towards the stairs to go to the first floor is this damn shitty place. To the outside we go.

"Go into three people groups," the teacher says.

The immediate response from Kyle and Kenny is to drag me to them.

"Oh don't say what I think you'll say," I mutter.

"We're going to play some football!"

I groan as he throws me the ball.

"That's not actual football," Cartman says.

"Shut you American mouth, this is the only football i know. Your shitty thing isn't even using your feet. Why is it called football?" I ask.

I laugh before taking the ball.

"Goalkeeper!" I say.

"Oh fuck you," Kyle says.

"Gladly," I say, winking.

Kenny laughs.

"You're rubbing off on them, Ken," Kyle says.

"Am not! They just learned it themselves and I'm so damn proud," Kenny says.

I throw Kyle the ball, who catches it with his hand.

"Why can't it be basketball?" Kyle asks.

"Because the teacher wanted to fuck you over," I say.

As I say that, the teacher puts our line on.

"This is your goal."

I sigh and go over.

"One two three four! Start!"

Kyle sighs and kicks the ball so lazily it barely even gets to me.

"Come on, Love, try a little," I say.

I throw it at him again. He kicks it fast enough for me to actually get it for ones.

"Fine, Ken, incoming," I say.

I throw the ball at him. He starts actually playing, running while kicking the ball.

"Wanna see something?" He asks.

I nod and he kicks the ball up, doing some tricks with it. Oh he does football alright. We have since I was small.

"Let's go," Kenny says.

He goes around and kicks the ball. I almost get it, laughing.

"Learn from him, Ky," I say.

Kyle laughs.

"You're paying for that when we have basketball," he says.

I throw the ball to him and he decides to kick it a little before passing to Ken, who scores.

"I didn't know you were allowed to actually do that!" I say.

Ken laughs and walks to me. I kiss him before taking the ball.

"Which one?" I ask.

Kenny rises his hand so I throw to Kyle. He looks at me, almost murderous.

"Sorry dude," I say.

"Bitch, don't sorry me," he says.

He kicks the ball to me, I get it but at least it was in the air this time, not just rolling.

"I love you!" I yell, laughing.

"I love you too!" He yells.

I put the ball down and go to kiss him. Kenny takes him after.

"Less public shows of affection, more playing!"

We all laugh as soon as the teacher says that.