The next day at school, Stan was at his locker looking for the books he needed for class. But spacing out. He didn't want to harm his best friend that he had been friends with since preschool. He really wanted to get out of this but knew Cartman would kill him and worst of all that red head. When a finger tapped him on the shoulder he jumped. But turned relieved to see it was just, speaking of her Red. "Eric wanted me to give this to you." She handed him a envelope that said confidental. She didn't care what was in it. She thought it was probably something stupid. Considering it was from Cartman. Stan tried to hold down his breakfast. Yep, his old habit of puking had returned. He started to tear open the concealed envelope. He read what the note said and it did not help with trying not to puke. "Dear Stan if you try to turn on me like an asshole. Remember what will happen. I know how your mind works. Just don't forget you will end up a corpse under my bed. I will tear out your eye sockets out while your still breathing. Then, i will move onto your feet. And nibble them off. Oh no i won't stop there, i will use the hacksaw on your arms. Your blood will be everywhere. By the time they find you under my bed, you will be mangled. And as for Red well, i would cut off her face. Cut over her pretty throat. Then throw her on the side of your grave. This is just a warning.
He was disturbed by what he had read. So disturbed he ended up throwing up on his locker. It was too much for him. "Stan!" Came the shout of his Jewish friend who hurried over to his side. "Are you okay?" Kyle could tell though by the pure fear he could see on his face that he was not. Stan quickly pocketed the letter that he had received. "Huh? Oh yeah. It's just a stomach ache. But it's nothing to be worried about." The Jewish boy put a comforting hand on his back. "You should go see the nurse." Stan instantly pulled away when he saw the fat child was coming in his direction. "N-No it's uh, alright. I can walk it off." Cartman had stopped by them to eavesdrop. "Oh hello Jew. Thinking about stealing from our lockers today?" Kyle shot the fat ass a scornful look. "Shut up. Jews don't steal." Cartman looked at him suspicious. "Mhm...we'll see about that butthole." Kyle simply rolled his eyes, turning back to Stan. "Are you sure? The Nurse's office is just right around the corner you know." Stan nodded. "Anyways i got it out of my system." The Jewish boy had reasonable doubt but decided that Stan probably needed to be left alone. "Okay. And, hey. Do you want to come over to my house after school?" Stan was about to reply when every word of that note popped into his brain. "I have to help my stupid Dad pick out a new mixer." He quickly lied. Kyle seemed disaapointed and frowned. "Oh...well, okay." He had just gotten back from his stay with his cousin Kyle. It kept him from being able to hang out with his best buddy.
Stan felt guilty. "I'm really sorry. Maybe next week." Of course there would not be a next week for him. He turned walking to their classroom hiding his tears. Cartman waited for him by the door. After Kyle and the others had gotten inside, Stan was the last to enter. The fat child pulled him over by his coat collar. In a hoarse whisper he said. "You didn't tell him did you?
" No. I swear." He replied. His eyes downcast. Cartman could see that he was telling the truth so he let go of him.
For most of class, Stan sat in his seat looking down at his paper. And even when he began to write, it was sloppy because he could not concentrate. Why. Why couldn't Cartman do it himself? He didn't think he could be that heartless to make the best friend finish the job. Taking one glance at Kyle who was engrossed in his paper working hard as usual. He frowned. This was the last time he got to see him. Maybe he should of went to Kyle's and declined from killing him. But, no. He had to or risk Red being killed.
It was now time for lunch.
