Me and Stan waited at the bus stop the next morning for our friends. Well, when I say friends I mean, friend and not-friend-who-just-so-happens-to-be-the-father-of-my-child. Kenny arrives first, and my first thoughts are 'why couldn't he be the father of my baby?' With his messy blonde hair, perfectly on show after he stopped wearing his hood up in 8th grade. He was tall, but still so skinny what with his family being as poor as they are. He had bruises on his face most likely from when he'd gotten into fights with other guys; or slapped by girls. It was his own fault though, flirting and sleeping with people who already had boy/girlfriends after all. That's probably a good reason as to why it'd be bad for him to be the dad of my child: he's a slut; just can't keep it in his pants.
Then I turn to look at Stan. Black fringe over his blue eyes. After Cartman he's the tallest out of us, with me being the shortest. He's reliable, kind, down to earth. Fit. Very fit; unlike Cartman he actually plays sport, star quarterback for the South Park Cows in fact. Stan throws up a lot though; like all the time. I can't see him looking after a baby, what with the smelly nappies, and them themselves throwing up. He's very cynical is well.
While these thoughts of my best friends ran through my head I didn't hear Cartman coming up behind me before his bitter-sweet voice enters my ears. "Hey guys…hey Kahl" Oh sweet Moses, I love how he says my name. It's a guilty pleasure, but then again most things about Cartman are to be. Especially sex. It may have only happened once, or technically twice, but it was so fucking amazing. His strong arms wrapped around- "Hey, I'm talking to you Fag!"
"Shut the fuck up, fatass! Don't talk to me like that!" Yeah, well…he shouldn't talk to be like that. I am carrying his first born, or first conceived, after all. He may not know it but that's not the point. Besides, if I'm a fag then so's he.
"Obviously someone's on their period" He muttered and I felt my angry boil, because I was so far from being on my period, and it was his fault. I was about to lash out before Stan grabbed my arm. Normally neither Stan nor Kenny gets involved in our fights. So I looked over at Stan who had his eyebrow raised before looking down at my stomach. I sighed, knowing he was right to stop me. If I got in a fight with Cartman the baby might end up getting hurt.
"Cartman don't be an ass" Stan tells him rolling his eyes. I feel the fatass's questionable gaze on me, but I try to ignore it while kicking the snow beneath my feet with my shoes. I think about when my baby will be born, playing about in the snow. It makes me smile. Then I realise I'm probably stood here smiling at the snow for no god damn reason.
"Are you alright, Kyle?" Kenny asks cheerily from the other side of Stan. Out of all of us in this little group, Kenny is happiest. Even after everything he has to be sad for: poverty, alcoholic parents, dying quite often; but he's always got a smile on his face.
"I'm fine thanks, Ken" I smile back at him, glad that it's not even a fake one. He gives me a thumbs up and looks around for the bus. I'm still well aware of Cartman staring at me, but I don't look back at the narcissist.
I can't concentrate on lessons today, there's so much going on through my mind. Normally I'd have Stan here, but he's at an 'emergency' football practice, so I'm all on my own in a science lesson we've already done, but the others in my class are so dumb that we're going over it again. When I hear a scrap of a stall moving on the floor beside me I look up from where I'm staring at the frog cage at the front of the classroom, (Stan's lucky he's not here with his affection with animals and such) and to my luck, Cartman is sitting down next to me. "What do you want, fatass?" I mumble turning my gaze back to the frogs. Just sitting without a care in the world. They're lucky; they don't even get a chance to choose the dad of their spawn. The female just lays her eggs and other males come and fertilize them. They don't have to worry about being a pregnant male, because frogs don't even get pregnant. Lucky green bastards.
"Well, let me enlighten you Jew-boy since you weren't listening. We've been told to get into pairs, and since we're the smartest in this class I thought it'd be best we work together to get this project over with quicker" It's true, we are the smartest. Cartman was never smart in Elementary, always getting F's unless it had something to do with World War 2. He was always highly intelligent, don't get me wrong, but he never put it to use in the class room until we moved up to high school. I guess that's a good trait our child will have, great intelligence. "Kahl?" Cartman suddenly snapped, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry. Yeah, sure, guess your right. What's the project about?"
"Urmm, inheritance and genetics, chromosomes and shit like that" oh, just my luck.
I have decided that Kyle is going to look a bit like skinny!Patrick Stump in this story. If you don't know what he looks like google him. He is the lead singer for Fall Out Boy, and is awesome XD When you google him, it's the picture of him in a suite and with an orange background. But obviously with redder hair.