KYLE

I release a deep breath as I watch Stan walk out of the library without a word. His hair is so long that it is in his eyes. He is wearing black skinny jeans which I hate with a passion. I couldn't tell what he had on under that black hoodie he was wearing. I don't even know if he will be here tomorrow at this point. It looked like he was in pain just being in here. I'm calling him Raven because he is Stan at the end of the day and I want him to graduate. It's a shame he is such an ass.

"You okay?" asked Wendy walking over to me. Wendy is pretty slim making most of the girls in school jealous. Slim figure, waist length hair, not a zit in sight with perfect grades. If only they knew everything Wendy did to stay ahead they wouldn't be so jealous.

"I'm fine," I replied. Wendy looks at the door Stan just exited.

"I don't get it," she replied. "He has been this way for years. It is not healthy to hold in that much anger."

"You know Stan can be stubborn when he wants to," I reply. "I gave up on him a long time ago."

"Not entirely," smiled Wendy. "You're trying to get him to graduate."

"I don't even know it was him I was going to be tutoring," I explain. "I wonder if he will even show up tomorrow."

"I'm sure you will figure out how to deal with him," says Wendy confidently. "Us wanting to be teachers we have to." Wendy and I both want to go to college to be teachers. My goal is to really be a college professor but you have to start somewhere.

"I will figure it out," I replied grabbing my messenger bag and adjusting it on my shoulder. I like this bag much better than a backpack, feels more comfortable. I run my hands through my hair as I head out of the school. Investing in a perm is the best thing I ever did. My hair is so easy to deal with now. My tight curls now are wavy without me doing anything to them. Some days I will blow dry it straight but that is not often. I walk out the doors and see Kenny sitting on top of his pick up sucking on a lollipop. I'm glad he waited for me because I'm in no mood to walk today. Kenny's hair is way past his shoulders making him look like a hippie but trust me he is no hippie. Those lean muscles and dazzling smile has the girls falling over themselves for him. I am slightly jealous he is 6'1 but at least I'm not shorter than I am now. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"No problems here," said Kenny. "You finished really early today."

"Not really," I replied. "I found out my new student is Stan."

"Stan!" exclaimed Kenny taking his lollipop out of his mouth. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Very," I said getting into his truck. Kenny gets behind the wheel starting up the truck.

"How is he?" he asks. "I mean we see him around and all but you know how him and his friends are."

"He is an asshole," I replied. "Nothing to it. He brought nothing to the session and I know the teacher told him to. It's a requirement for us tutoring students. Like he acted like he didn't want to be there."

"Maybe he didn't want to be there," said Kenny as he starts toward my house. "Man I still miss him sometimes." I miss Stan sometimes too. I think more so than Kenny or even Cartman. Stan was truly my best friend and things haven't been the same since he left our group. Cartman at one point tried to replace Stan but that didn't go well. You can't replace Stan, you just can't. I feel that slight ache in my heart I always do when I think too hard about him.

"If he doesn't get this he is going to fail," I admit.

"We can't let Stan fail!" exclaimed Kenny.

"We didn't do anything," I correct. "He is doing this to himself."

"Kyle, promise me you will help him," I just glare at Kenny. "Please promise me." Kenny does his best to give me bambi eyes.

"Fine!" I reply. Kenny smiles and starts talking about his day at school today. He always seems to have the weirdest adventures and random shit just happen to him. He pulls up in front of my house and I'm more than happy to be home. I come into the house, I know mom is in the kitchen cooking. I go to the kitchen to greet her. "Hey, mom,"

"Hi, how was your day?" she asks.

"It was good," I replied. "I will be upstairs in my room okay."

"Okay," she smiled turning away from the pot. "I will come and grab you when dinner is ready."

"Thanks," I reply. I head towards my room and I sigh once I'm inside. I put up all my belongings up grabbing my items to shower. During my shower, I'm distracted by this whole Stan thing. He is now taller than me, he appears to be 6'0 and I am 5'8. He was staring at me so hard I almost became uncomfortable but then he opened his fucking mouth pissing me off.

I get back to my room feeling nice and clean as I change into my favorite sleeping clothes. I put on my favorite body butter. Don't judge me, it makes my skin so smooth and keeps me well moisturized. I did my homework during lunch so I do not have to worry about that. I spend the rest of my evening trying to keep myself busy because I keep thinking back to Stan.