KYLE POV
I watched Father Marsh leave the room and shut the door behind him. I slowly unpacked my suitcase and put them away into my drawers. Taking out my finger paints I placed them on the desk along with a stack of papers.
I sat down and started finger painting a sad picture of my family. The ones who put me in this prison then some over happy gay fucker has the guts to come in all happy.
I sighed as I dipped a finger in black paint and cancelled it out writing 'Father Marsh is gay' on the page in big bold letters.
"I know right" a voice said which I guessed was my conscience since I was alone. "And you are gay for him" the voice added.
"I am not gay for that asshole!" I snapped angrily and used the finger I used for green paint to blot out the page. I felt hot air blow into my ear. I turned to the source and screamed.
"Dude calm down" the orange monster said. It pulled down its hood to reveal a smiling blonde with vibrant blue eyes that looked amused and a smirk slapped unto those lips.
"Fuck you" I snapped picking up the painting and slamming it into his face. I ran to my bed and hid under the sheets.
"You are so lucky you have a cute ass" the strange blonde said. I refused to come out not wanting to see him.
"Leave me alone. I'm seven you pervert" I snapped. I suddenly felt someone trying to pull off my comforter and as I pulled it to my self it became a tug of war.
With a hard tug from my opponent I was on the floor. He held up the comforter mocking me with a smirk.
"Aww you are adorable. Name's Kenny or you can call me McCormick your new fuck buddy" he winked at me which made my cheeks flush red to match my hair.
"Leave me alone" I glared at him but he really seemed impervious to it. He smiled happily at me winking an eye.
"I like them feisty" he chuckled before giving me a serious look. "I don't share my magazines FYI. What else? I am 9 and I am here on a sports scholarship" Kenny's smile came back. "I'll be showing you around because your ass is sexy. If you are a real red head when we fuck it'll be wild. They said red heads are hot in bed."
I felt my eyes water. I don't want to be in a room with this pervert and without knowing it I started crying. He paused and looked confused. "Leave me alone!" I took hold of my teddy bear I hid under my bed and threw it at him.
"Chill" he rose his hand in defence. "I am sorry okay." He sighed. I stopped and stared at him carefully. "I am not planning on raping you" he assured me.
I sniffed carefully pulling my comforter to my person slowly. I wrapped it round and went back on my bed. "Go away"
"I am sorry I scared you." He sighed looking sad. I glared at him before turning away ignoring him and falling asleep.
I woke up for dinner but I didn't follow kenny instead I pulled out sugar free cookies from my suitcase. I ate those up before laying in bed thinking of the reason I came to this school begin with.
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I was not forced like the other kids to go for morning mass because I was Jewish so I sat down and read my maths book. I really didn't like Kenny or FM (Faggot Marsh) and so far those were the only people I had met. In math terms. It means I hated 100% of the people.
After the Mass Kenny came back with four kids. They all stared at me blankly. Kenny smiling at me as he introduced me to Craig, Tweek, Jason and Jimmy. They each wore tailored black trousers and button up collared shirts.
Out of them all Craig was the only one I liked. He didn't try to talk to me or bother me and he flipped off all who spoke to him. Which I had to say was really cool. Tweek was to loud and jumpy, Jason was loud and annoying, Jimmy stuttered which made me lose interest in whatever he had to say. Worst of all Kenny. He was annoying.
They all sat noisily on Kenny's side of the room all looking through Kenny's magazines. I acted like I didn't care that Kenny hadn't offered me a magazine because I didn't care to know.
After maths I started finger painting a picture of Kenny being shot by a gun. I heard someone puking. We all looked around the room for anyone missing to identify what the fuck was happening. Seeing we were complete Kenny headed for the door. I hid under the desk there was no way they could have found me so soon.
He opened it and the was no one but there was puke in front of our door. "Sick dude! Someone fucking puked in front of my door" Kenny yelled. "Awesome! Guys there are three full sized french fries there"
"20 bucks to eat it" Craig began.
"I'll drop 10" Jason added.
"You can't eat that! You'll get sick." I snapped as I crawled out from underneath the table to see Kenny staring at me with a raised brow. "Not that I care or anything"
"Its seems like you do care" Jason smirked at me which made me throw the paint at his head. It stained his clothes and face with green paint. "What the fuck!"
He stood up heading for me "you should keep your big mouth shut then" I glared at him. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled back a fist.
"Dude he is seven let him go" Kenny objected.
"I don't care if he is two" Jason snapped as he stared into my green eyes. He was about to punch me in the face when I kneed him in the balls.
Jason started crying and rolling on the floor. "All is fair in love and war uncle fucker" I replied him.
"Dude" Craig rose a brow.
"Huh?" I rose a brow at him.
"That was fucking cool" Craig still flipped me off but at least he was smiling while he did it. Not that I cared or anything.
"You bastard! I'm going to go tell Father on you" Jason screamed as he limped out of the room.
"Holy shit dude" Tweek said.
"He is gay. Only gay guys tell when they have their butt kicked. Speaking of which Kyle has a nice butt" Kenny winked at me. I ignored him trying to get back to painting.
A bullet whizzed through the window and my blonde room mate fell on the floor dead. His blood pooling around him. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the room. They couldn't have found me so easily.
"Don't worry dude Kenny dies all the time. He'll be back tomorrow. Craig said as he left the room with Tweek and Jimmy.
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Stan POV
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I was the third grade teacher for St. Peters. Kenny and Kyle came into class early. I knew Kyle had skipped two grades because he was a genius.
"Good morning" I said quickly. Kyle glared at me a scowl on his face. Kenny looked happy as always.
"Good morning Father" Kenny replied. I really didn't care if he replied me or not. I wanted to hear Kyle's reply me.
"FM" he said.
"Nickname for me?" I smiled at him as he smirked.
"Yes, Faggot Marsh" he said cheekily which made me frown. "What? Cat got your tongue when Kenny is here?"
"You'll get in trouble and get spanked" Kenny nudged me.
"Of course he would like to touch my butt. Gay bastard" he snapped at me. I blinked still unsure of what to say and why my stomach was feeling awkward.
"Fuck he is sorry Father." Kenny apologised. Kyle just kept smirking at me. I hated him so much. I threw up again. "Are you okay Father?" I ran out of the class heading for the closest bathroom.
I don't know what is wrong with me. As I got to the bathroom I rinsed my mouth out with water. The way Kyle smirked at me kept coming to mind and I threw up once more into the sink.
The way he spoke too. It bothered me so badly and I wanted to strangle him but at the same I wanted to keep his attention on only me.
I don't understand myself anymore. I quickly shut my eyes and prayed that God would take away these feelings of anger or resentment I held for a small child.
I left the bathroom and headed to class the children had formed little groups and were talking. I got them under control easily.
Teaching them was fun but I ignored Kyle whether or not he rose his hand I never called on him. I never even introduced him as a new student in class.
After classes he came up to me and sent his friend Kenny off to lunch without him. "What is your damn problem?" He asked.
"Your attitude" I replied him glaring at him from across my desk. He blinked then pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"My attitude is fine you just don't like me and you never did you bastard" he snapped back. He looked really cute like that which made me want to throw up.
"I don't dislike you Kyle you are just rude plus you called me a child molester" I said calmly he smirked.
"Okay, I don't like you either but our personal dislikes for one another shouldn't get in the way of me answering questions in class" Kyle smiled. If my stomach wasn't so empty I would puke.
What the fuck was wrong with me and why did I feel so nervous and awkward. For fucks sake I just can't pin the feeling because I have never felt like this before. Him smiling at me is making my heart beat faster and I feel like kissing him- oh fuck no. Please no. I am not a gay Paedophile and I do not fit into that category.
"I understand" I forced a smile at him trying not to look at him more than I had to. He left and I wanted him back.
I went on my knees to pray for being a sick fucker. What the fuck was wrong with me? I would expect this from Cartman but just not me. Why God?
I didn't want to be attracted to a child. To fall for someone who wasn't even half of half my age.
I was tempted to kill myself then to end this disgust. I hated myself for being a paedophile and wanting to fuck a little kid.
What was happening to me for fuck's sake?
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Kyle PoV
The bastard hit me at a soft spot. In being a know-it-all I loved to answer questions in class and that FM prick ignored me. I grit my teeth through his lectures.
I blame the stupid government. I hated them so much if not I'd still be happy in Jersey with my parents.
They just had to have my help.
I hated the stupid school and everyone in it except Craig. I let my eyes fall on the dark haired guy that sat two seats away from me looking so Stotic and indifferent.
I blushed when he met my eyes. I glared hard at him. He promptly flipped me off and turned away from me.
I turned back to FM as he taught trying my best to avoid looking at Craig. Or at his stupid brown eyes that looked so pretty and STUPID.
Kenny sent me a note. It rested on my table and I was going to ignore it but I humoured him by reading it. 'Are you hot for craig?'
'No' I sent the note back in anger. I just thought Craig was cool. I didn't like him like that.
I glared at Kenny.
Bastard.
Class ended and the bell rang for lunch. I told Kenny to go ahead of me cause I was going to talk to FM.
"What is you problem?" I asked using my angry voice.
"Your attitude" he replied me. He glaring at me from where he sat across my desk. I blinked then pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.
"My attitude is fine you just don't like me and you never did you bastard" I snapped back. He looked a bit green which pissed me off more. I hated him.
"I don't dislike you Kyle you are just rude plus you called me a child molester" he said calmly I smirked at him. Who was I to say he wasn't one?
"Okay I don't like you either but our personal dislikes for one another shouldn't get in the way of me answering questions in class" I forced a smile. He turned green once more. I hated him so much, now he was implying my face disgusted him.
"I understand" he replied me. I left after that not wanting to be with a bastard for too long.
I walked to the cafeteria and caught up with Kenny in the middle of telling a story about how he'd done a blonde with F cups last summer.
Liar.
Craig kept his eyes on a blonde kid on the next table. The kid from the day before and it kind of pissed me off. No I wasn't jealous. I couldn't like a stupid prick like Craig.
I got up to go line up for food. I ran into a fat SOB.
"Ginger" the bastard said to me.
"Fat ass" I replied. I pushed past him to get into line. The father stared at me before frowning.
"I'm sorry dirty kike I thought I heard you call me a fat ass you soul-less fucker" the father glared at me. He followed me to the line.
"I did" I replied. He growled at me before he spoke again.
"I guess you don't need lunch" he snapped.
"Negative I am diabetic I need to eat to keep my blood sugar good and take my insulin after this" I smirked.
"Then a spanking is in order" he growled.
"Whatever but you have to seat your fat ass down and let me eat or I may faint when you beat me and my dad is a lawyer" I watched his mouth drop open.
"You fucking ginger brat I'll fu-" he was cut off by FM.
"Cartman stop picking on him cause he is a redhead you racist bastard" FM said to the tub of lard.
"For fucks sake hippie" Cartman left but not before sending a glare to me. I rose a brow at his actions.
"Why are you helping me? I'm not going to sleep with you, you know?" I smirked as his face lost most of its colour.
"Just get your food and stir clear of Cartman. One time a kid pissed him off so much he killed their parents and fed it to them." FM warned.
"Scared to have competition?" I mocked. He bit on his bottom lip and looked nervous. "Dude don't pop a boner Father" I smirked as I watched red flood his cheeks.
"How exactly did your parents bring you up?" He glared at me "you need your mouth washed out!" He snapped.
"I doubt your penis in my mouth will 'wash it out' Faggot Marsh." He looked shocked. His face turned green again.
I ignored him then took a seat with my lunch at Kenny's table. I slammed my lunch tray down successfully receiving attention.
"So cute" Kenny smiled at me. My eyes were on Craig as he dug into his Lunch. His face still held the same expression though he seemed to be watching the blonde on the next table. Every now and then I'd glare at the blonde.
Tweek was staring at FM, as if longing for his attention. It annoyed me. Why did Craig stare at Tweek?
I ate quietly and finished quickly. "All done Kike?" I turned to see the fat shit. "You have eaten now, no more excuses, I am going to-"
"Leave him alone Cartman" Fm was on the case, I turned to see craig. He looked uninterested as always but Tweek seemed to be glaring at me.
"He was rude to me, he needs to be taught a lesson" the tub of lard said before enclosing his hand on my wrist.
Fm knocked the hand away "you cannot be serious, you'd kill him. If any case I'll spank him in your place"
"As a colleague I have as much of a right to teach this ginger to respect my Authoritah". The fat blob grabbed my hand. Fm remained silent with his head bowed, he looked kind of sad.
"Hay there." I said to catch my captor's attention. "Where the hell are we going and why is that pussy trying to 'save' me from you?"
"Stan is a giant pussy isn't he" my other questions remained unanswered. I could bearly keep up when we turned to a room.
The room was quiet. There was a single table in the middle of the room. The fat man walked around the room towards the wall were he took a paddle off of it.
"Uhhh" I blinked blankly as he slowly approached me with it.
"Take off your pants, turn around, hold the table firmly and receive your 20 strokes" I could hear his enjoyment. It was disgusting and I could tell he like it.
Still I would not take off my pants! Why the fuck should I? No one had ever seen me nude since I was five.
"No" I growled.
"Well then force it-ooogh" I punched him in the nuts. I watched him fall to the floor withering in pain.
"Does it hurt?" I smirked at him going as far as to kneel to his level to place a kiss on his cheek. "Mmm... The taste of pain and kfc. See you later fat fuck" I knew he would be too embarrassed to report me. A kid less than half his age, weight and height kicked his ass.
As I left the room I headed back to the cafeteria and formed a limp. Fake tears at the corner of my mouth.
I went back to my table.