I am bored. I don't even know why, but I'm just bored. I'm in second period right now and I could care less about the shit my teacher is ranting on and on about. I don't know why I let Token persuade me into coming to school, and I actually hate his guts right now for being able to convince me so smoothly. My eyes roam around the class and nothing particularly interesting is going on. After minutes of pointless eye wandering, my eyes finally fall upon Stan Marsh.
I hate Marsh. He is such an obnoxious jock; he thinks he's better than everybody else. That fucker and his friends stole a hundred dollars from me in fourth grade and never paid me back. I also hate his little group of friends except Kenny, he provides me with cigarettes. I should ditch the next class with Kenny and maybe he'll let me fuck around with him. My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher's hoarse voice. She was yelling at Marsh for not paying attention, he looked down and quietly mumbled "yes ma'm ". He's been very quiet this week, because Wendy broke up with him. What a faggot. She always cheats on him with Token so why should he be upset? Whatever, I'm getting too into it.
For some reason I couldn't stop thinking of marsh and it was starting to piss me off. Then it occurred to me that I haven't fought Marsh in a while, so I should start a fight with him, beat the crap outta him and go with Kenny. Perfect.
The bell rings throughout the entire school and I crack my knuckles in preparation. Marsh never turns down a fight; this is going to be easy. I follow Marsh into the restroom and bluntly say "You wanna fight Marsh?" he stops dead in his tracks "Huh?" He turns to face me and smiles weakly before adding "Hi Craig, did you say something right now?" "Yeah I did, I said do you want to fight?" confusion flashes across his face and he cocks his head to the side "Why?" his smile fades. "Because I'm really bored." "So having your ass kicked will take away your boredom." He said with a smirk. "Who said I was going to have my ass being kicked?" I replied hotly, "I was just playing, but I don't want to fight you." "Pussy." His eyes narrowed "Look, just because I don't want to fight you doesn't mean I'm a pussy." "Does too." I intercepted. He sighed and turned to leave the restroom. Holy crap he's not accepting my challenge something is up.
"If you're sad about your whole breakup thing with Wendy don't be. The bitch cheated on you every day with Token." He stopped again and whipped around. He stomped towards me and shoved me; his eyes were brimming with tears. "You don't think I know that! Token told me that himself, I don't need you telling me that too!" he sniffled before continuing "Wendy told me the same thing and even said that the only reason she stayed with me for so long was because I bought her so many things! Fuck!" he yelled as he kicked one of the bathroom stalls. "I've also been having a pretty rough week so far with my friends ditching me and hanging out with your group and here come asking me if I want to fight with you then calling me a pussy for not wanting to fight! Why do you hate me so much?" I then scoff "You stole a hundred dollars from me in fourth grade you dick." "You're still pissed about that? Is that why you fucking hate me?" he pauses then pulls out his wallet. "Here!" he yells as he shoves the money in my hand.
He composes himself before saying "I didn't even know that they hadn't paid you back, Kyle told me that they had paid you back. Whatever, I'm sorry for yelling at you." For some reason I was starting to feel guilty because I'm the one who wanted to fight Marsh, and after beating the shit out of him, have sex with his friend afterwards. Wow, I am such a dick. I let him leave, but the guilt is eating me away. I head towards my third period class no longer wanting to have a cigarette with the chance of a quickie afterwards. I can't help feeling bad and when Marsh started to cry he looked so … cute. Whoa hold the fuck up Marsh isn't cute, although it was the tiniest bit adorable when he tilted his head to the side when I asked him to fight. No! I just feel bad because he currently has no friends, only god would know what I'd do if I didn't have my friends.
I came to a decision before I got to lunch; the bell rang signaling us to go eat lunch. As I walked to the cafeteria I saw Stan looking as solemn as I last left him. I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around, his eyes widened "C-Craig w-what do you want? I already paid you." He stuttered. "Eat lunch with me." Was all I said I grabbed his arm and led him to the lunch table that my friends were sitting at. I basically threw Stan into a seat next to Clyde I sat down next to Stan saw the looks on each one of my friend's faces. Stan fidgeted in his seat as I ate my home made lunch Stan's fidgeting was starting to get annoying "Stop that, don't you have any lunch to eat?" he stopped fidgeting and shook his head. Everyone else at the table was quiet, "You want some of mine?" he shook his head again and stood "I'm gonna go, but thanks for the offer though." He smiled weakly and left, the fuck just happened? Before any of my friends could say anything about the situation, I left just as quickly as Stan did. I followed him to the back of the school and through the back door. Usually the Goths hang around here but they were nowhere to be found. I watch as Stan pulls out a flask and takes a quick swig out of it, "Drinking during school hours Marsh." He jumps in his place. "Jesus you've been doing a pretty good job at catching me off guard today." I snatch his flask away and reply "You shouldn't drink during school hours." I said while pulling out my pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "You shouldn't be smoking then tucker, give me my damn whiskey back." "I'm 18 shithead and no." his eyebrows furrow and he crosses his arms as he sits on the ground. He has this cute pout on his face, so I can't help the small chuckle that escapes my mouth. Stan's head snaps around to face me "What's funny?" I settle myself next to him on the cold concrete, I reply "You act like a little kid it's kind of cute." the fact that I had just called Stan Marsh cute hit me, "No I mean!" the words fade in my mouth because Stan's face is completely red.
He fidgets around as he yells back "N-no I'm not!" I can't help myself as Stan looks at me with a flustered expression. It's really cute, so I lean towards his lips and kiss him quickly. As I pull away Stan raises his hands to his mouth, mumbling "That was my first kiss." Over and over. "Seriously?" I say in disbelief, Stan all but sputters out "I-I need t-to go think." Stan quickly gets up and runs in the direction of the parking lot. I let him go this time because I need to think things through myself.