(C/Y/F) = city your from
(H/Y/G/A) = hobby your good at

Your point of view
You walked up to it. Your new school or should I say hell? Your family had moved to South Park Colorado a few days ago, and the time being in the middle of April, you had to go.
You walked into the school office.
"Here's your schedule. M'kay."
"Thank you Mr. Mackey," you nodded. You'd met him when your mom enrolled you and he explained the school rules and a bunch of other stuff that you didn't care about.
To be honest you acted like a perfect forteen-year-old angel around adults, but on the inside, or around people closer to your age, you're a demon. You didn't care what anyone thinks of you, unless it could benefit you in some way.
You broke from your thoughts and looked at the schedule. You had to go to Mr. Garrison's class.
"And where the hell might this be?" You asked yourself.
"Lost?"
You turned around to find a boy in an orange parka that covered everything except his eyes.
"Maybe," you answered not wanted to look like a total klutz.
"Garrison," he read in a muffled voice."I have him first period too. I'll walk with you."
You walked with the boy and couldn't help but think he was kind of cute. No (Y/N) you are not crushing on someone you just met. That's just crazy next thing you know you'll be sing "Call Me Maybe" as a full blown proformace in front of this whole school because you couldn't keep it together! Your brain screamed at you.
You slowly felt pinkness creep into your cheeks, did you like this guy?
"This is the classroom," the boy explained bringing you back into reality.
You soon noticed that the two of you were the last into the classroom.
"Hi, (Y/N), I'm Mr.Garrison, your teacher. Now why don't you tell the class a little about yourself or something like that."
"I am (Y/N) (L/N), I'm from (C/Y/F) and enjoy (H/Y/G/A)."
"Okay, go take a seat next to Kenny. Kenny raise your hand," Mr.Garrison said.
To you disbelief, the boy in the orange parka from this morning was Kenny. You sat next to him, and he wiggled his eyebrows causing you to giggle.
"Is there something funny back there I should know about Miss (L/N)?" Mr.Garrison asked clearly annoyed.
"No, I'm sorry sir," you said trying to become the teacher's pet.
"Okay, anyhow..." He continued.
Class went on.

Kenny's point of view
Not only do I get to meet a cute girl today, but I get to sit next to her in class too, AWESOME! I thought. I just love the way her (H/C) hair sways when she walks, her (E/C) eyes that get your attention, and her curves. Damn she's hot! I'm going to do something about this.
**
The bell rang signaling the end of the day. (Y/N) was walking out the door, so naturally I ran after her.
"Hey, (Y/N)," I called.

Your point of view
You turned around to see none other than the boy known as Kenny.
"Yeah?" You asked.
He walked up to you and took his hood down reviling messy blond hair that matches his blue eyes and freckled face.
He didn't say anything he just pushed you up against the hallway wall.
"Uhh, Ken-"
He cut you off by kissing you. It took you a second, but soon enough you began to kiss back. He deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. You pulled apart and heard, " Kinny! You and your whore can't make out in my hallway. The both of you will respect my authorita!"
"Shut up Cartman!" He yelled before pulling you into another kiss.