You Mean Everything To Me
(I do not own South Park, obviously)
Chapter 1
"Fuck Craig," said Stan as Kyle wiped the blood from his lip. "He's always been an asshole."
They were the only two in the bathroom at the moment. Kyle was propped up against the wall bruised and bleeding everywhere. Stan was kneeling right by his side, handing him paper towels and consoling him. The paper towel was really helping though. It was mostly just smearing the blood around making him look even worse. Shitty non-absorbent school paper towels! Stan thought.
"I know, I know," replied Kyle, still in shock. "He just came up to me….," he repeated again for the fifth time, "Clyde, Craig, Tweek, Tolken….they just – they just…," he trailed off, eyes fixed at the floor.
The bathroom door groaned as it swung open and footstep tapped across the tiled floor. Only Stan lifted his head to see who it was. A wall blocked his view of the doorway. He felt a quick surge of adrenaline. He dared the footsteps to be Craig Tucker. I'll kill that little bitch.
A tall, blonde haired boy emerged into view. "I overheard a rumor. I came to check it out," Kenny explained, kneeling down on the other side of Kyle. "What happened?" continued Kenny.
"Craig and his friends," answered Stan pointed to his friends bleeding lips and nose, his bruised body and ripped clothes.
"Oh God! How am I supposed to face them?! We have math class together in 10 minutes!" panicked Kyle.
"No, fuck that. We're leaving. Come on" said Kenny. He stood up and motioned for them to follow him but Kyle and Stan remained motionless. "You're not going back to school today. Seriously. Don't you think you've earned the rest of the day off?"
"Where am I going to go? I can't go home? What am I going to tell my mom? Oh God…." Kyle buried his face in his hands.
"Come on. We'll go to my house. We can clean you up there."
With Kyle leaning on Stan for support, they followed Kenny out of the school. Luckily, Kenny ditched often and he knew how to leave without getting caught.