It's been six years. Six years since we all grew up, six years since 4th grade.
Six years since Kyle Broflovski, stopped being my friend.
"I can't believe you Stan!" the red-head screamed.
"Kyle I'm sorry please—"I stepped closer towards him, reaching my hand out in apology.
"No!" he cried, smacking my hand away,"I hate you! I hate you!"
The rain came down harder each second, gazing into his eyes; pleading for forgiveness. My eyes welled up with tears,"Fine!" I yelled through the roaring thunder,"Go ahead! Leave! All those years you said you were my friend to waste!"
He turned around, heading towards the woods past Stark's Pond. "Oh" he stopped. He took one last glance at me. Suddenly, adding coldly, "Happy fucking birthday". Tears sprang out of his eyes as he ran off, leaving me there.
My legs felt weak, my head was spinning. "How..." I muttered to myself. Crying harder, I collapsed onto the mushy snow, rain falling on me. Laying there crying. I just lost my best friend. It's my entire fault—
"STAN!" Wendy yelled, shaking me violently," Hello! I'm talking to you!"
"O-Oh…sorry" I muttered, shaking my head slightly to keep that thought out of my head.
"Ugh" she rolled her eyes in annoyance,"Whatever. Listen there's a dance coming up and—"
Her voice droned on by then. I looked around the hallway curiously at other people.
"Give it back!" yelled Butters, hoping up and down attempting to get his backpack from Craig as he dangled it above him.
"Oh what's wrong?" he grinned maliciously,"Too short to reach, pipsqueak?" Clyde and the rest of his group laughed as Butters' torment kept on.
"Poor kid" I thought. Butters was always the bully's target for getting picked on his entire school life. Guiltily, I shifted my eyes somewhere else.
"So like, oh my god!" Bebe squealed, "He's like so cute!"
"I know!" Annie exclaimed. They suddenly started looking directly at me, giggling and twirling their hair around.
I gave a small and awkward wave. They hopped up and down and gushed on. "Girls" I thought, mentally rolling my eyes. I looked more around the hallway.
Then, I saw him. His red, curly hair covered by his infamous green hat. Laughing, his arms linked with Kenny's. Kenny's hood was down, his bright blue eyes and sandy blond hair still giving him the famous role of South Park's gorgeous man-whore.
"Yeah dude!" Kyle laughed, pressed against Kenny's chest,"I remember, it was insane-"
Our eyes met. He was looking straight at me. "Shit" I thought to myself.
"What is it?" Kenny asked, confused and looking at the same direction as Kyle. "Oh..." he awkwardly looked away once he figured what Kyle was starring at.
"..Come on dude" he muttered, pulling Kenny away. Jealously bubbled deeply in the pit of my stomach, what was so great about Kenny anyways? "He's always with him" angrily muttering to myself.
"—so I know it's a lot Stan but this can totally work, right?" Wendy finished, smiling at me.
"Uh..." I stammered," S-Sure, yeah that's cool"
"Great!" she hugged me tightly, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you after school!" giving me a quick wave, she happily ran towards Bebe and the other girls to gossip freely.
I sighed, heading to my locker. I remember this time of year, when the big dances always were coming up. Those times when me and Kyle—
"What's wrong Stan? Tired of being a fag again?" Cartman leaned against the locker next to me, smirking.
"Shut up fat-ass" I growled," What do you want anyways?"
"Nothing" he laughed," I just happened to notice you starring at Kyle across the hall all jealous like, that's all"
"Will you just go away?" I snapped,"It's not like you care, Cartman, so stop acting like you're my friend"
He backed away defensively, still smiling stupidly," Sure sure…but you can't lie" He leaned closer to my ear, "Lying about how you still have feelings for the Jew"
"Shut the FUCK UP!" I roared, pushing him against the lockers across from us. My face feeling hot, the room felt like it was spinning. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?
Everyone starred at us. I spotted Kyle at the corner of my eye, shaking his head in disapproval. He whispered something to Kenny, still starring back at us.
"Humph" Cartman brushed himself off from the ground, "Should really do something about that period of yours, fag". Shrugging, he walked away.
Everyone's eyes glued to me now. "What?" I muttered angrily, walking away still feeling their eyes on me.
I fucking hate my life.