Stan Marsh stood at a good six foot and an inch. He had black hair and amazing ocean blue eyes that captivated any woman that looks into those blue eyes.
Stan wore the typical black priest shirt and black tailored trousers as he walked into the church after morning mass and a meeting with the head priest. He and Eric Cartman were both 2nd in command to Father Benedict and now he was going to check on the new kid.
As he entered the church from the court yard that led to different parts of the school. He spotted the family because they stood near the alter stifly. Immediately he put one of his most dazzling smiles.
"Right on time 10:00 AM prompt" Stan said before stretching his hand out to greet the husband of The Broflovski(s).
"Very nice to meet you Father Marsh" Sheila took the hand quickly. "We are Jewish as we have said before in my letters to you but I would like my son Kyle to attend ST. Peters because of its academic excellence. The man there is Gerald my husband"
Stan's eyes dropped to the little seven year old that was hiding behind his mother's leg with a scowl on his face. The little kid had awful red hair and freckles on his cheeks but was very blessed with green emerald eyes.
The boy was dressed in the school uniform which consisted of a white shirt and a blue sweater with the school's icon on the breast. It had blue trousers with two pockets on each side that looked full of things.
His clothes crisp and ironed well. He could tell the family was very elite by the way they dressed. Mrs Broflovski wore a blue blazer and red skirt that ended just above her ankles. While Gerald wore a brown suit with a blue tie and white shirt.
"Don't worry you can let go of mommy now you'll be fine" Stan said in an assuring voice which only made Kyle's scowl deepen.
"You heard him Buhbbulah now let go of me and take your bags and follow Father Marsh. Make sure to behave yourself Buhbbulah mommy loves you" Sheila smiled.
Kyle obeyed with tear filled eyes. Taking his bags he quickly pulled it behind him moving to Stan's side. "Be a good boy son" Gerald finally spoke and waved goodbye to his son when he saw his wife already leaving he trailed after her.
"Well I guess I can show you around school" Stan laughed awkwardly as he rubbed on the back of his neck. Leading Kyle into the amazing and beautiful court yard. "This is the school's heart and soul"
The place was the centre of the school. There were benches for students to seat and enjoy their time. It was like a big park.
"I just want to go to my room" Kyle said dryly still scowling as he kept his eyes on the floor but trailing Stan closely behind so as not to get lost.
"We can go to the kitchen the sisters should have made delicious chocolate chip cookies and I could get you one" Stan tried he didn't like kids sad. His effort however just angered Kyle more. With an angry glare Kyle finally looked up at stan.
"I am diabetic are you trying to kill me?" Kyle snapped at Stan rudely. Stan rose a brow at Kyle because he had never had a problem with not being liked. He had charisma to run for governor, heck even president. In his whole life he had never not been liked. Ever. He was sure as hell not going to let a brat mess it up. Even Eric Cartman liked him to some degree how much more some ugly red head brat.
"Aww don't be sad how about it, I can make you my super bestfriend" Stan asked as he led Kyle in the direction of the library. He stopped when Kyle replied shocked him, that a seven years old had just said that to him.
"You cannot be serious. Are you gay? I am not into older men" Kyle smirked at Stan's horrified look. "What happened? scared I'll tell on you Mr. Marsh?"
"Dude." Stan glared at Kyle. He frowned at the Bastard little monster. "fuck you" Kyle's face looked shocked. "Shit faced ginger fag demon spawn"
"You can't say that!" Kyle glared angrily at him. "I'll tell on you." Stan let a chuckle slip out.
"To who exactly? No one will believe you" Stan pointed to a building far off to the right "That is your dormitory. I am sure you can find your way to your room with that sharp mouth of yours" Stan smirked triumphant at Kyle.
Kyle looked confused looking around and back to the dormitory he started crying silently. It broke into loud sob and screams. Stan looked shocked and panic. No one ever behaved like this with him.
"Dude I am very sorry okay. I promised I'll go with you" Stan said getting down to his knee so he could see Kyle face-to-face. Kyle didn't relent because his sobs only got louder causing him to get looks."Shh"
"I want my mommy!" Kyle said louder wailing and screaming. Stan sighed irritated while he covered his ears.
"You win just-" Stan whispered harshly. Kyle stopped crying and stared at Stan before glaring wiping away his tears with the back of his hand he sniffed.
"Just show me my room then you can burn in gay hell" Kyle growled. Stan decided he didn't like Kyle on bit. Even though he got off the floor and showed the little bastard his room. He felt kind of weird.
He remembered Cartman's words 'Ginger... Ew... I won't take care of that demon. Ginger kids have no souls. We can't save him anyway Stan'. Left the Dormitory and headed back to the teacher's building.
He had to report back to father Benedict about the new student. He walked slowly admiring nature's beauty in its simplest form with the trees and grassy environment he didn't feel as pissed as he had earlier on.
Stan POV
As I entered the building I ran into Cartman who held a smirk on his lips. "How was the kike ginger? No soul like I predicted?" He sounded smug. It annoyed me.
"No fat ass he was a delight" I lied easily. "He is just ugly. Fucking ugly" I held back the urge to call Kyle a spoilt bastard fucker.
"I saw his picture he really isn't that ugly." Cartman rose a brow at me. "Dude please don't fag out with a student we have a bad name as priests already" he smirked which made my face turned red.
"I am not gay Cartman and the kid is an evil spawn." I snapped angrily.
"I wonder what the kid did to annoy you so much. Probably rejected your gay ass when you hit on him" Cartman laughed.
"Fuck you fat boy" I snapped "why am I even talking to you?" I asked myself. I rushed to Father's office. He knocked twice before he entered the office.
"Stan?". The older man dressed exactly like me said worried by the bitter look on my face. "Is something the matter?"
"No Father. It is just the new student has arrived and settled in perfectly." I said calmly trying not to think of the frustrating red head. After all There was no logical reason why Kyle shouldn't like me.
"Okay we will continue to record his progress and see if he is having any difficulties" Father smiled at me before he motioned I could leave with his hand. I bowed before I left heading for my room.
My personal space where I could think. I mean who wouldn't like me. For fuck's sake I was so nice to the brat. " Good day" I was cut short by Wendy. She had her hair covered by a nice blue scarf. She smiled at me widely "you look mad what's wrong?"
"Nothing" I sighed in annoyance. "I am just in a bad mood. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed"
"Oh dear. Stan would you like some coffee?" She looked worried. I usually liked Wendy fussing over me but today I felt annoyed and bitter at a seven year old! It was ridiculous because I just turned thirty. So I didn't know why I let it bother me.
"I think I'll just go and take a long nap. After all it is saturday sister and I have nothing to attend to." I rose her hand to my lips and kissed it. She giggled.
"Okay then. Bye Stan" she was off and I was going to my room to think over it. As soon as I got into my room I locked the door and sat on my bed. It bothered me so much that Kyle hated me. I found myself making a list of things I could do to change his feeling towards me but it all seemed so stupid. I even wrote his name over and over on a piece of paper.
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The scary part of all that was happening with me was I couldn't sleep through the night I just kept thinking about the kid that had pissed me off. It was annoyingly irritating.
The name of the brat was on my mind as I laid nude under my comforter at night. I usually never let issues that bother me go until I solved them and I was determined to fix mine which was a red head named Kyle.
Sunday morning came and I was so exhausted that morning mass seemed to have just flown past me. My life had just been derailed by a seven year old brat.
After mass ended I was in charge of waving the guests off while the students selected cleaned up the church.
I supervised them but cut my shift by asking Wendy to cover for me. I went back to my room to sleep but it just wouldn't come to me.
Life was moving too fast.
Communion during mass was even fuzzy and it was my favorite section because of the wine that I was allowed to drink.
The choir voices also didn't have the usual impact on me. I hated the feelings I was having and rage suddenly ran through my veins. I got off my bed and stomped towards the student dorms.
A frown was on my lips. I stood outside his room door and as soon as my hand touched the door nob all my anger dissolved.
My throat went dry and I felt my stomach react and I threw up. I just don't understand what just happened.
Still I did not wait a minute longer and quickly left heading back to my room. Kyle bothered me and I wanted him to like me in a none sexual way.
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