Chapter 4: See What You Did?
Disclaimer: South Park© was created and written by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I did not come up with these characters that I am using. The idea of this story was originally done by Paperleaf. Their story that this is based off of is, "Rumors at South Park High". Please, go check out their story, it's awesome. And read some of their other stories as well. I like their stuff.
Author's note: I apologize for the wait and I also apologize if this chapter seems rushed or poorly written. I hope you enjoy anyway.
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Christophe caught me before school on Thursday, two weeks after my "confession". School had been torturous for the past week because everyone had decided just to ignore me. It really hurt because most of them I had known since the fourth grade. But as Christophe dragged me out of the school and to the side of the building, I noticed how happy he seemed. It almost scared me but I couldn't stop hoping.
For two weeks, I'd been all alone and no someone was attempting to talk to me – or at least, that's what I was assuming. He pushed me against the brick wall rather roughly and I gasped in surprise. I nodded, a bit taken aback by the intensity in his voice. "I have a proposal and you don't have to answer now – I can wait. But at least hear me out."
I nodded again. "Alright…What is it?" He backed away and started pacing. I tilted my head a little, curious. "Christophe…?" I mumbled nervously. Oh how I wished that I had a cup of coffee right about now… He glanced at me, his eyes crazed, and I backed further into the wall.
"I know that the one thing you want the most right now is for everyone to notice you again. I am also seeking notice from someone. Do you know what the one thing that would make them acknowledge your existence is? If someone were to…say, date you." Immediately, I tensed up. Was he really going to propose what I was afraid he would? "And they'd react to this because it means that someone is paying attention to you."
He casually walked up to me. "And since I'm the only one who doesn't hate you…" Christophe slid one pale finger down the side of my face and, despite the fear that overwhelmed me, my body reacted with a shiver. "Just consider it. It won't even be a real relationship. You might catch the attention of…oh, say, Craig. And perhaps some of your other friends as well…"
With this, he slipped his finger under my chin for just a brief moment before withdrawing it and walking away. My heart thudded in my chest. Date Christophe? I wasn't so sure. Yes, it would probably scare my friends enough that they'd want to talk to me again. But that could take awhile and how long was he proposing that I pretend? I bit my lower lip as I thought. He was right, my friends would notice me if I started dating him, no matter how fake the relationship may be. Still…Just the thought of having to touch him – kiss him – kind of repulsed me. But weren't my thoughts just warped because of what my friends had told me?
So, at that point, what could it hurt?
The ball rang, startling me. I jumped and ran around the school, hurrying to get to my first class.
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At lunch, I was feeling extremely nervous. My blood pressure was probably not doing all that well and I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead of taking my normal place in the hall, I pissed off a few people by taking an empty table by the back of the cafeteria. Now, I am a very paranoid and impatient person – in case no one noticed. Waiting to see Christophe took a major hit to my paranoia and impatience, testing to see if I was serious about this. In fact, I'm sure that's what he had in mind, making me sit through part of lunch with several glares being sent in my general direction.
However, I thought that I was doing fairly well as I hadn't broken down yet. Maybe it was partially because I was still going through my options. So far, I'd only come up with two options: Pretend to date Christophe or continue to be ignored. Choice number one was sounding particularly nice. And that's why I was still sitting in the lunchroom, my stomach churning and my heart throbbing so hard I could hear it pulsing in my ears. I kept my eyes away from my friends and everyone I had ever spoken to, keeping them focused on the table in front of me, while I waited.
"You're not in the hall…" Christophe said from above me and I looked up to see him smiling. "Have you reached your verdict that quickly?" I nodded and he sat down next to me. I could feel the glares turn to stares.
"I think that you're right," I told him, trying to keep as much fear out of my voice as I possibly could. I continuously reminded myself that I only thought of him the way I did because of my old friends. "I'd like to try it. What are the conditions – like when would it end and all of that?"
He stared at me rather blankly for a moment before smiling again. "The relationship would end when Craig kisses you." And that's when I realized my mistake. Craig…kissing me?! In my freaking dreams! "And it would only be then because I'm doing this for you. We'd act as though we were in a real relationship, everything anyone would do." So that meant kissing. Well, what a better way to change my opinion of him, right? "And no matter what…don't tell anyone what goes on beyond what they see."
I covered my shivers with twitches. The way he said it kind of horrified me. I nodded and, in response, he kissed me. Okay, so he wasn't as bad a kisser as I'd expected and I don't even know why I expected that – he's Christophe! It wasn't even that bad, having to kiss him. Could the fake relationship be that bad? Even after what he'd said about how I couldn't tell anyone about what goes on with us, could it really be that bad? He seemed…happy as he stared at me after the kiss. Better than that, I realized something: My friends would notice me in no time.
The only thing left that I'd have to consider is how to get Craig to kiss me when he thought that I was dating Christophe. Maybe that would be the impossible part…
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I clicked on my radio when I got home, dropping my backpack on my bed. I let myself get consumed by the music as it screamed at me. Today had been kind of hectic – between working through the details with Christophe in my head and the work I had to do in school, that is. I needed about five minutes just to relax. My head was overflowing with things to think about. And, yet, I didn't want to think about any of it. Tomorrow was the official day for me and Christophe to start dating. I wasn't exactly dreading it but I wasn't excited for it either.
I dropped heavily onto my bed, kicking off my backpack despite the fact that I knew I'd put it there for some reason or another. I just stared at my clock with an empty feeling in my chest. The only thing that scared me now was the things that would happen between Christophe and me when no one was looking. Would they be bad or…worse than just bad? I doubted that anything good could come of that when he'd sounded so serious and almost threatening. I shook my head. Maybe I was just thinking too hard about this. Maybe I just needed to relax.
So I did…And I ended up falling asleep, too.
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THE NEXT DAY
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"What the…?"
"I can't believe this!"
"Is he crazy?"
Yes, these were the sort of things I heard while walking down the halls holding Christophe's hand. I was a bit surprised that people were already noticing me again. He'd been right after all; just one person being around me was enough to freak out the whole school. And I found this to be rather amusing as well. Sadly, my friends hadn't noticed me though. Maybe it was because we had walked into the school from the back instead of the front like I usually did. Nonetheless, it was disappointing.
I was convinced, however, that it would only be a day or two before they noticed how not lonely and miserable I was. This would be why I was so happy, despite having to hold Christophe's hand so convincingly. Everyone could believe that I was smiling because of him but I was smiling because they were all looking at me. I doubt that they'd realized how long two weeks had felt to me. They had felt like a freaking month. And now I was getting attention again. I was going to soak it all up before they got too bored with this.
"This is insane."
"That's wrong."
"Doesn't he realize who he's with?"
Just smile like you're enjoying his company, I told myself, snickering at people's comments as they passed by.
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Author's Note: Hurray, I finally got this part finished. And, no, it's not as long as I'd anticipated. But I wanted to get something out already. The fun will begin shortly – as if this wasn't enough fun. Despite how short it is, I do hope you liked it. HOPEFULLY, this time I won't promise anything, the next chapter will be longer.
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