[M/N] did not miss the scents that came with school, there were some new ones but there were some old ones. He didn't like the looks he got in school like he was some space alien, some were amazed he came back, and he heard them whispered to their friends that [M/N] is back from his "Rich-Boy" vacation. [M/N] didn't know what that meant but he noticed that all their lockers had their new schedule taped on them. He didn't like the idea of people looking at his own timetable, knowing where he was if they memorized it, which he doubts but still.

"Hey, baby, how are you?" Kenny said as [M/N] stops at his locker, looking at him with a playful smile. "We have three classes together! It seems like fate, between you and me."

[M/N] shakes his head a bit, slowly undoing his lock on his locker only to see some romantic envelopes with the scent of cherries on them. They clatter to the floor and he picked them up, curious and confused. "What are these?"

"Love letters," Kenny said, picking one up, sniffing it a bit. " I use to get some in freshman year, now they're all going to you."

"You can have them, I don't want them." [M/N] said as he looked over his schedule, taped to his locker.

First Period: English AP II

Second Period: Free time

Third Period: Psychology, lessons in development

Fourth Period: Study Period

Fifth Period: Lunch

Sixth Period: Music class

Seventh-Eighth Period: Free Time

"I have a lot of free time on my hands," [M/N] commented as he looked over them, their times, and teachers. "What classes do we have together?"

"Second, Lunch, and sixth. I say we make some sweet music together but it's kinda cheesy." Kenny laughs as he looked over his own, " Maybe-"

"[M/N]! Look, we have the same Lunch time together, and first!" Clyde said, looking at [M/N]'s schedule, almost shoving Kenny down to the floor but the blond caught himself, giving a dirty glare to Clyde. "Bro, we are so gonna make this year lit, between you and me-"

"And everyone else." Kenny interrupts as he brushed his orange parka a bit, removing the imaginary dust that Clyde shoved onto him.

"Yeah, everyone else." Clyde rolled his brown eyes a bit as [M/N] drops off his bag and grasped his books in the other. " Here, I could hold them," Clyde said, making gimme hand signals with a boyish smile on his lips. " Anything for a bro."

"Here then," Craig said suddenly scaring Clyde a bit, before the thicker male grunts when Craig shoved his books into Clyde's awaiting hands. "How are you?" Craig asked, turning his attention towards [M/N] who shrugs a bit. " You have a bruise under your eye."

"No he doesn't," Kenny said, looking over the supposed bruise. He licked his gloved thumb before wiping under [M/N]'s eyes, pulling back when the hunter winced at his touch, there under the makeup was a bruise that was clearly fresh purple. Oh dear, the poor thing must've fallen or something, though, I am very impressed by his make up skills. Who gives a flying fuck? He didn't fall, he wouldn't have covered it! Someone fucked him up!

"Who hurt you?" Craig pressed, glaring at the mark, " Was it that fucking nu-"

[M/N] snatched his schedule off the locker of his, shutting it before speeding down the hallway with the three comings up behind him. He wondered how Craig saw the bruise, he was sure that the makeup covered the bruise correctly, he was sure to use the right color against his skin, contort, or something. Damn it, James Charles, You had one job and it was to help me cover this!

"[M/N]! Don't run away from us!" Kenny said as he moved, an inch away from grabbing the other's sleeve but [M/n] hurried into the room, shutting the door behind him. The other kids saw him, raising eyebrows while others rolled their eyes and went back to talking. [M/N] takes a deep breath before walking towards the seat away from the others. He sighs, leaning against the seat, taking a deep breath before exhaling out.

"It's you again," A cheery voice said, and [M/N] looked to the side to see the girl from the store the other day was there, her notebooks out and seemingly ready for the class. "How's your morning been?"

"Pretty good, people keep thinking I'm some rich kid now or something." [M/N] said as she giggled, giving a nod as she looked to him. "Did a rumor spread or something?"

"Actually, Cartman started it, which isn't surprising." She said, giving a pout, " But I'm glad you're here now, rather than being sick in the hospital."

" Yeah, me too." [M/N] agreed as he glanced to her once more, "By the way..."

"Yeah?"

"What's your name?" The girl's eyes widen a bit before looking away with a smile.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, or that Cartman hasn't mentioned me at all." She said as she pushed some brown hair behind her ear, " You hang out with the guys so much, I would assume that one of them talked to you about me, or exes or whatever."

"Not really, I mean, Kenny says something about boobs once a minute and Clyde talks about Bebe sometimes but nothing about exes. Well, Wendy but not much." [M/N] said as he looked at her, eyebrow raised. What did she have to do with Cartman anyway? She seemed like a sweet girl to not fall for most of his dirty tricks, the ones Kyle explained to him.

"Of course, they're guys after all." She mumbled a bit before, giving him a small smile, that didn't reach her eyes. " I'm Heidi Turner, I'm Cartman's ex-girlfriend."

"Ex?" [M/n] muttered just as the chair behind him scratched the title floor, he turns a bit to see Cartman sitting there, just dead on staring at Heidi like she insulted his mother. "Cartman?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I had fucking pity for her, but it was toxic, she's toxic," Cartman said, as Heidi turns to him, glaring at him. "Better stay from her, [M/N], she might pull out a gun on you next."

"I did it because I was sick of the person you made me into, tricking me and lying to me." Heidi snapped back, glaring at Cartman even more with a scowl. "I would do it again if given the change."

"See?! Toxic bitch." Cartman snapped, as Heidi huffed, just as the teacher walks in, Clyde following and sitting right in front of Heidi, almost knocking the other kid that was about to take the seat. Clyde smooths out his short hair a bit, before looking to [M/N].

"You know, they're just gonna pester you until you tell them," Clyde said, giving a small frown. " Is it Maria?"

"No." [M/n] responded as the teacher calls for attendance, he raised his hand when called. [M/N] didn't know much about his friend's other relationships, only knowing that Tweek and Craig dated, and about Wendy not to mention Token and Nicole's relationship. That was it after that. Huh, maybe I don't know as much as everyone else. I never pushed them on telling me, for the start, this was a mission, nothing more. Now I'm here, here with them for who knows long.

The class was boring, it was the first day but [M/N] knew the class would be easily aced, [M/N] had the list of books they were going to read, walking out the class with Cartman and Clyde behind him too.

"Wait!" [M/N] stops, making Cartman and Clyde bump into him. Heidi came closer, books against her chest as she stops in front of the hunter, " I wanted to know if you wanted to eat lunch with us? You're not a girl but I think they won't complain, I think."

"They won't they're a bunch of whores." Cartman interrupts as [M/N] elbows the other, with a frown.

" I'm sorry, Heidi, but I promised Kenny and Clyde I would sit next to them." He said giving the girl a polite smile, " Maybe next time? I gotta go, I have free time." Clyde basically drag's [M/N] by the arm, talking loudly as Cartman huffed, pushing past Heidi, purposely knocking her shoulder with his own.

"Don't bother bitch." Cartman whispered as he followed after them. Her books fell from the push, bending down to pick them up as people passed her, not even acknowledging her nor her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

He's so cool! Too bad we couldn't have lunch today, what a pain.

Free time was actually in the library, and there were only four of them there. Some kids he didn't know. Kenny was supposed to be in there but when the bell rings, the blonde wasn't there. [M/N] leans against the seat before seeing their "Teacher" was sleeping, the others got on their phones and a switch. [M/N] looked to the back door, and noticing the emergency lock was broken. Geez, instead of cleaning the bathrooms or fixing locks, you spend money on a new computer lab.

[M/N] looked around, grabbing a book off the table before walking towards the door. Nobody stops him, not even a glance, and walked out the door. He takes a deep breath of fresh air and began down the stairs.

" Oh look, a cliche." A tired voice said, and [M/N] looked to see four of his classmates sitting behind the docking bay, and smoking. "Why don't you take your rich boy money and go buy some daddy issues having girl some new boobs?"

" Why don't you go shopping at the nearest Hot Topic?" [M/N] replied, glaring at the one who spoke to him.

"Pft, only lame vampire kids and emos go shopping there." Another replied, this time, annoyance riddle in her tone.

"Then, get going, heard that had a fifty percent off sale on two shirts." [M/N] replied as he looked at them. They were clearly goth, but he wasn't gonna take shit from people he didn't know, nor know their names. There was a thick female goth with a black dress and short black dyed hair, her make up was minimal too. Her eyeliner is wicked. The one sitting next to her had curly black hair, pale and seemed to have a cane beside him. Though, it looked like it was Decor unlike Jimmy's canes. The one on the other side of her was a kid, around Ike's and Karen's age, wearing long sleeved clothes and weirdly cut black hair with black eyeshadow around his eyes. He was smoking too, eyeing him with intent to do something. The one who even spoke to him, wore black clothes like the rest and heavy looking boots that add a lot of height, the only thing that set him out then the rest was the red dye in his black hair, it was long enough to flip as well. Oh, he's a hair flipper, I met plenty of those at my other schools. This must be the cliche goth kids at every school, suffer, suffer, pain, life is pain, pain in my ass.

" We're not fucking vamp kids." The redheaded one sighs, blowing smoke out from his mouth, " Jut leave you fucking Gaylord."

" Gaylord? Heard better, local vamp kid." [M/N] said, as he sits on the last step of the stairs, he looked at the book he took and saw it was a middle school book. It made sense, they never update their books. He looked over it, feeling over the cover. Maybe my hobby could be reading books? Maybe like those loners on YouTube. It would be fun, Butters reads books. So does Kyle, maybe I could ask them for-

" Fucking Moron, reading a baby book." [M/N] looked up to the other, it was the taller goth, scowl over his lips as his dark eyes looked over the book, then to him. " Listen, if you're here. Running from your harem, then get going. We don't want conformist chads here."

" Harem?" [M/N] repeated, as the sweet and kinda bitter scent hit his nose. Cherry tarts and earl grey. " I don't have a harem."

" Why do you think you're friends with the most annoying-"
"Selfish,"
" Nosy, pain in the asses,"
" Arrogant,"
" Assholes in school? They don't want to be your friends, they want your dick." The taller said, giving the hunter a one look over. " I don't see anything to fuss about, you have a good face but you're probably all conformist that's good at football and sucking dick."

" First, yes about sucking dick, never had a bad review yet." [M/N] said, holding up his hand, holding one finger, he adds the second one. " I've never played football, soccer yes or tennis. But do not talk shit about my friends, for I, find good company with them. First group of people to come talk to me, so please, if you don't want me to start...throwing hands, don't test me." [M/N] saw in the corner of his eye, the younger shift a bit like he was gonna stand up, his hand in his pocket. The woman grasped his arm to stop him, but she kept her icy stare at [M/N].

" Sure, as if a conformist could even lay a hand on me." The taller scoffed, " You'll just play the popular card and have, with your gay harem to come fuck me up."

" Dude, if I want to fuck you up, then I would do it myself. I don't need a fucking posey of my friends to come kick your ass. Now listen you seem cool and all but I've seen badder goth bitches, and sweetheart, you ain't one of them. If anything you're a goth conformist who joined the trend in middle school. Smoking, black clothes, all black, and I'm guessing most of you drink coffee? Yeah, those are cliche traits. So like I said, go back to hot topic, pick up some fucking Purple then come talk to me about being a conformist." [M/N] said, just as he heard the bell rings, he grumbled, standing up. " Later, clichés." With that, [M/N] enters the library exit to see Kenny reading a porn magazine at the table.

" Are we...clichés now?"

" I think we just got put in our place, fuck, I need a smoke."

" You are smoking Pete."