-Chapter 3-

New Day, New Problem (Part 1)

It was two days after that day were I went and kissed Kyle, and I had a feeling he was pissed at me. So, I had decided to not speak to him because I knew he would freak out at me. Kyle wasn't exactly the best person when it comes to being calm. There was usually sometime during the day were he'd yell at Cartman, and he's been known to actually go and beat him up if he went too far. Mind you, Cartman has a way of pissing a lot of people off, so it wasn't that surprising to have someone yell at him, just coincidentally it was usually Kyle. This brings me back to my problem. I didn't have a good enough excuse for what happened a couple of days ago, and I didn't need Kyle freaking out at me, so my only choice was to stay as far from Kyle as possible.

In the morning, Kenny came up to me and told me he had something important to tell me.

"Stan, you should talk to Kyle."

"Why? Isn't he pissed at me?"

"No, he told me yesterday that he wasn't," Kenny replied. "He also wanted me to tell you something."

"What?"

I expected Kenny to just tell me normally, but instead he whispered it in my ear.

"You're not serious, are you?" I asked. Kenny just nodded his head to answer me.

A part of me wasn't sure if this was true, so I still wasn't talking to Kyle. In history class though, Ms. Garrison assigned the class an essay which we had to present at the end of the week. The worst part was that Ms. Garrison chose the partners herself. I waited for my name to be called, and I wasn't happy to hear who my partner was. I just sat at my desk, hoping that I could just sit here silently on my own for the rest of the class, but that didn't happen. I could hear someone walking up to my desk, and a few seconds later I could see Kyle's face in front of me.

"Hey Stan," he said. I didn't say anything to him.

After a few minutes of silence between us, Kyle finally said, "Do you have any ideas for this stupid essay thing?" Again, I didn't say anything to him, and I could tell he was getting annoyed from the look on his face. A minute later he asked, "Stan, what the hell is your problem?"

"You should know what it is Kyle," I said.

"No, I don't know actually. I don't know why you won't speak to me, because I'm not even angry at you, so don't even think of using that as an excuse Stan! I could see if we got into a fight, but this is just stupid! If there was something you want to tell me, then go ahead and say it!"

As I had said before, Kyle has a bit of a problem with controlling his temper, and this was exactly what I was talking about. He was yelling by the time he finished what he was saying, so everyone was looking at us. Even worse was that the class was completely silent. I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there looking up at Kyle.

"Is there something wrong Kyle?" Ms. Garrison asked.

"Uh, no, nothing," he said, and sat back down again.

The worst thing is that there was still forty minutes left of class, and already I knew that this wasn't going to go that well.