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Chapter 2

Stan walked into the canteen, feeling a bit lonely. He noticed that Kyle was sitting with Butters.

'Why is Kyle with Butters?' Stan frowned in puzzlement.

He went up to Kyle and Butters. Kyle caught notice of Stan then he let out a loud groan. It shock Stan.

"Kyle?" Stan whispered.

"What do you want?" Kyle grunted.

"Nothing. I thought we were best friends?" Stan looked at Kyle sadly.

"Yeah, we are." Kyle faked a smile.

"Really? But you don't seem-" Stan began.

"NO I am your best friend!" Kyle interrupted.

'Damn it, I don't want to be his best friend as he is a stupid asshole. I am only nice to him because I love his girlfriend. I hope she loves me too. Soon I will steal her away from Stan - so hahahaha.' he thought.

"Are you sure?" Stan questioned.

"Yep." Kyle answered.

"Hello Stan!" Butters said cheerfully.

"Hey," Stan nodded simply.

"How are you?" Butters smiled.

"Not bad." Stan admitted.

"Come on!" Kyle grabbed Stan's arm. "Why were you talking to stupid faggy?"

"What?" Stan frowned.

"I said, Butters!" Kyle ranted.

"Whoa, what happened to you? Why are you being mean about Butters?" Stan's eyes widen in surprise.

"Nothing. You know, he is a faggot," Kyle shrugged.

"I can't believe you! You used to be nice to him." Stan screeched, getting a bit angry now.

"Sorry." Kyle sighed.

"Geez," Butters spoke.

"Stan, come on," Kyle took Stan to an empty table.

The boys took seats and started eating their lunch. Stan studied Kyle's face carefully.

'What happened to Kyle?' Stan wondered.

"Hey. Can I borrow $10 please?" Kyle asked Stan.

"Why?" Stan challenged.

"I forgot to bring my money today. Please can I borrow $10? Pretty please?" Kyle said meekly, then batted his eyelashes pleadingly.

Stan let out a soft laugh and smiled; "Sure."

"Thanks! I will pay you tomorrow, I promise!" Kyle grinned.

Stan nodded, then took his $10 from his pocket. He lent it to Kyle, who grabbed $10 greedily.

"I am luckier than you," Kyle bragged. "I am so happy, hahaha."

Stan didn't like it. He didn't say anything.

"I have bought an expensive jumper and it is the best jumper in the wide world. I do not let people borrow my stuff." Kyle continued.

"Ok ... what about me?" Stan inquired.

"Sure, you can borrow my stuff!" Kyle chuckled, but then he thought; 'Not.'

"Thanks, dude," Stan said happily.

"How is Wendy?" Kyle wanted to know.

"She is feeling unwell." Stan sighed softly.

"When will she come back?" Kyle requested.

"I am not sure." Stan replied.

"God, you're stupid," Kyle blurted out, rudely.

Stan heard, then felt a bit of a pang of sorrow and hurt.

"What did you say?" Stan glared at Kyle angrily.

"Oh, I said you're smart!" Kyle lied, smiling meekly. "This is true."

Stan wasn't stupid. He clearly heard Kyle saying he was stupid. Stan didn't want to make a fuss.

"I hope Wendy comes back tomorrow." Kyle stated. "She's so beautiful. She would be very happy to see me."

Stan was getting fed up. "What? Can you shut up about her?"

"Why?" Kyle looked at him innocently. "I just said she was beautiful?"

"You sounded like you were in love with her or something!" Stan snapped.

"No, I was saying it as a good friend!" Kyle gasped - of course that was fake.

Stan narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Later on a long, tedious day at school was over; Stan and Kyle were both expecting a school bus with other youngsters.

"I am going to see Wendy." Kyle smiled smugly.

"Why?" Stan sounded a bit fed up already.

"Because I am her friend, silly!" Kyle laughed, not caring for Stan.

"Well, fine, I am going to see her too. You know, she's my girlfriend," Stan said sharply.

"Whatever." Kyle mumbled.

"Dude, what's the matter with you?" Stan hissed.

"Nothing's wrong," Kyle smiled sweetly.

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