**I know in my last chapter i confused Sally and Shelly. I'm so sorry!! I think i need to refresh my knowledge just a bit...
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Stan sighed as he walked into math class, plopping down in his seat behind Cartmen.
Cartmen turned around and grinned, his chins wobbling. "Morning, Faggy..." he said thickly, his teeth and tongue busy chomping on chocolate, or something else that was staining his teeth dark brown.
Stan wiped spit off his cheek and ignored him as he unzipped his backpack, fishing his hand around until he found his Algebra book and a few broken pencils and candy wrappers, and something that resembled sawdust clinging to his textured finger tips. He cursed, seeing that his pencil was an irridescent... Pink.
"HEY, HEY YOU GUYS! HEY YOU GUYS, LOOK AT STAN'S PENCIL!! IT'S PINK! IS- IS HE GAY OR WHAT?!" Cartmen yelled, and Stan felt his pencil jerk out of his hand. He grumbled something along with the rest of the class, who apparently didn't care... Stan made a grab for his utensil, but Cartmen just held it higher in his fat fist. He bit his lip and swiped Cartmen's pencil from his desktop.
"Cartmen, will you please quiet down?!" Mrs. Garrison asked exhaspertedly, and he sighed.
"Well I'm sorry Mr. Garrison, but is it really my fault that Stan is queer?" Cartmen said rightfully. Stan groaned and buried his face in his arms...
Stan walked out of class forty minutes later, a detention slip in hand. He'd eventually hauled off and cussed at Cartmen, and Mrs. Garrison had awarded him with thirty minutes after school every day this week. Great.
Stupid fucking Cartmen... Who does he think he is?! Who is he to judge me at all? No one has any right to say shit about me. EVER! That Bastard's gonna pay one of these days, i swear I'm gonna bust his face... or somethin... Stupid fat sleaze ball!!
He walked slowly down the hall, pausing at his locker. He stuffed his backpack in and closed it with a slam! Mrs. Garrison walked out of the classroom just then and walked over to him, hands on hips.
"What was that slam young man??" She said viciously, and Stan sighed.
"What slam?" He said dully, not rising to meet her level of ferocity. Her eyes narrowed and he took a step back, afraid. She let out a huffy sound and spun on fer heels, stalking off in the direction of the staff lounge. Stan let out a breath he hadn't been intentionally holding...
He let out a soft whimper, falling to his trembling knees and sliding back against the lockers. He grimaced and closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool metal.
"Hey, dude... rough day?"
Stan turned to see Kyle, shoulders slumped and hands shoved in his pockets. He wore dark circles under his eyes and his hair was disheveled.
"Cartmen..." Stan muttered, and Kyle nodded sympathetically.
"Yeah, he just walked past me, muttering something about detention." He said coolly. He gave Stan a small smile and extended a hand to help him up. He took it, stumbling to his feet.
"So... you having a rough day too?" Stan asked quietly, gesturing to Kyle's depressing appearance. Kyle shrugged and nodded.
"Sorta..." he mumbled, not elaborating.
Stan nodded, peering curiously at him. Kyle started to walk and Stan followed him obediently. They passed Wendy and Token making out in the corner by the science room. The site made Stan feel sick, remembering that'd been him at one time...
Kyle nudged his arm, gesturing to the couple. "Look at that... gross huh?"
Stan nodded in agreement, but for different reasons. He imagined being in Token's strong arms, melting into his body, soft moans escaping him as Token ran his tounge along his lower lip, his hands trailing down to grope his waist and hips, massaging them with strong fingers and--
"Stan?"
Stan snapped out of his stupor, realizing that he'd been staring at them. Kyle was watching him shrewdly. Stan blushed and looked down, continuing on his walk to lunch.
"See you later." Kyle muttered, turning off into his next classroom. Stan hardly noticed, his mind far off with K-Kid...
Stan threw his backpack into the closet the minute he got home from school, tugging his coat off impatiently. He stumbled up the stairs, one boot on, the other off.
"Stan? Are you home?"
Stan cursed and slapped a hand over his eyes, groaning. He managed the other boot off and kicked it, turning and dashing down the stairs and into the kitchen. He saw his father laying on the couch in his size M bathrobe and pale white underwear shielding the stuff he didn't EVER wanna see... His hairy stomach was visible and Stan nearly barfed.
"Yeah Dad?" He said irritaby, and his father looked over, taking a swig of beer.
"Ah, Stan... Thank -hic!- God... I can't reach theh remote.... plrrrease Stahn... I've beh-hic!-been watching thers cookin' show fer almost an hour now..." He slurred, and Stan growled angrily.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he exclaimed, storming back upstairs and slamming his door loudly.
He growled and stomped oover to his computer. He pushed the big gray button and watched it boot up. He grabbed his mouse and clicked his internet on. He scanned the news page briefly and went to his inbox. He now had a tiny 3 in the space. Smiling, he clicked the first email from K-Kid55.
19:05
Stan,
Look dude, i'm sorry for saying that thing about kissing you, i mean... i dunno what i was thinkin. Please, if your online later, email me back. I'm staying up all night for you. Please reply soon.
K
Stan grimaced and blushed slightly. He saw another email and opened it, deleting it because to be honest, he wasn't interested if Cartman was bashing him on myspace. Grinning, he opened his next email.
01:36
Stan I'm really sorry, please forgive me. I'll try to IM you tomorrow okay? Please reply. Good night...
K
Stan smiled slightly and clicked the reply button, just about to type something when he heard his favorite sound...
NEER NEER NEER!!!
A box popped up and he clicked it, seeing a fresh IM screen in front of him. He clicked his setting to online and grinned as he started typing...
K-Kid55: hey you there??
Super_S10: yes.
K-Kid55: good. did you get my emails?
Super_S10: yeah i was just about to reply.
K-Kid55: lol do you want me to let you get back to that? :P
Super_S10: lol thanks but i'm good... about last night...
K-Kid55: i'm really sorry for saying that... i'm not gonna deny it though. I want to see you. All of you...
Super_S10: it's okay... don't worry. I was just tired.
K-Kid55: i'm sorry Stan... i was tired today too. i stayed up for you. this ridiculous teacher at my school gave me a detention, along with my other friend... lol
Super_S10: lol thats funny, i got detention too... Mrs. Garrison is a bitch!
K-Kid55: Mrs. Garrison? is that your teacher?
Super_S10: lol yeah. she used to be a man but then she got a sex change when i was in fourth grade. xD she made a much better man...
K-Kid55: Stan... i love you. I have to tell you something.
Super_S10: ? you what?? Tell me.
K-Kid55: I go to South Park High. my name is Kyle...
K-Kid55: Stan? Stan i'm sorry, please don't go!
Super_S10 appears to be offline!!