Chapter Two
Kenny's Point of View
Lunchtime, the time of day I usually act as cute as possible to persuade other people into giving me some of their food, but today I just don't feel hungry. It's not a massive surprise, I'm a very skinny person, however it's odd that I'm not utilising the time to get some proper hot food inside me. If truth be told I'm feeling worried and not for the usual reasons, (skipping detentions, nabbing pens from the school office, getting caught smoking on the school grounds, the list goes on.) Today I'm feeling on edge about something much more harmful. The thing is the longer I run away from this problem, the worse the repercussions are ultimately going to be.
Suddenly Cartman pipes up: "Kenny what the fuck's wrong with you? Usually you'd be begging me for food right now." It's not meant as a question, he's just getting in another dig.
"Yeah like you'd ever give him your food fatass," chimes Kyle. Thank you Kyle I think as I smile at him.
"I don't recall directing that at you Jew," Cartman replies moodily.
Just then a massive surge of panic runs through me as I catch a glimpse of black hair coming towards our table. I can't face him again, I can't deal with him right now, there's no choice I need to leave, NOW! I look again and relief floods over me as I realise it's only Stan... of course it's Stan, how could I be so fucking stupid, I really need to calm down or else I'll arouse suspicion.
Stan leans down and gives Wendy a big kiss before sitting down next to her with his arm draped over her shoulder, Wendy looks very happy and slightly relieved at this... That's a bit odd but I'm not going to think about them, I have my own problems. I really feel like I could use a laugh right now. Stan's attention is still directed towards Wendy, "It's cool if you want to cancel our date tonight babe I understand the pressure you've been under."
"Actually Stanny I'd love to go on a date," she replies. Stan's face turns into a beam, how sickening.
"Hey Carty," I say "would you like to go on a datey wate with me? I know this really romantic and dare I say private place." I wink at him and Kyle laughs.
"Actually I'd rather go on a datey wate with Kyley-babes," replied Cartman with a smirk.
"W-w-what," said Kyle with a shocked expression on his face, at least I think it's shocked, he could just be exasperated. Cartman gives him a frustrated look.
"God Jew were you not paying attention, you've just totally ruined the joke, nice going." I notice Wendy giving Kyle a concerned and quizzical look as he goes red and his angry face appears, he really does have a temper, probably because he's ginger. I throw a look over Kyle's shoulder and that's when a pair of piercing eyes greet my own, the one pair of eyes I was trying so hard to avoid; I can feel them probing down into my heart, I have to leave, I have to get away. My legs bolt up before I've had time to remember the table they're currently underneath, I can feel the pain at the bump but it's nothing compared to what's happening in my heart. I run out of the cafeteria ignoring my friends' yells, I have a debt they just wouldn't understand.