Kenny's POV
I walked hand in hand with Bebe out of the diner towards her car.
"I really had fun tonight." She said with a faint blush on her cheeks.
"So did I." I said before kissing her softly. She responded by running her fingers through my hair, and pushing me up against the hood of her car.
"Uh, Bebe, we're in public." I hissed, when she started to pull down my trousers.
I wasn't complaining, but I didn't want her to do something she would regret.
"Oh, it's fine, there's no one out." Bebe said. However, as soon as those words left her mouth, I saw a tall shadow looming over us. When I looked, I saw it was one of the goth kids, I wasn't sure of his name, we all just called him Curley Goth.
"What are you doing here?" Bebe demanded as I pulled my trousers back up.
"Wondering what you're doing cheating on Henrietta." Curley Goth responded, glaring at both of us.
"Why do you care about monogamy? Isn't that like super conformist?" Bebe asked calmly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You don't understand the laws of being a goth, ugh, I knew it was a bad idea for Henrietta to date you, you know, you can just stay with this STD infested trailer trash." He snapped.
"Excuse me?" I demanded, meeting his gaze. Usually, I don't like to get involved, but what he said crossed the line, I don't even live in a trailer.
"You heard me." Curley Goth said, glaring intently at me.
"It sounds to me like you have a thing for Henrietta, if you're jealous of her and Bebe, then maybe you should have grown a pair and asked her out yourself." I snapped.
"Um, how does caring if my friend is being cheated on equal to me liking her?" He demanded.
"Come on Kenny, let's just go." Bebe said.
"Yea, go with your slut, I'm sure she'll give it-" Curley started to say, however, he didn't get to finish his sentence before I slammed my fist into his mouth.
That is when the fight of the year broke out.
Kids from school started showing up, Craig, Clyde, and Token backed me up, while the other goths backed Curley up.
I don't recall who won, I just remembered waking up in my bed, which probably meant I died.
I guess that's life.
Kyle's POV:
Stan sighed and sat down on my bed, causing it to creak slightly underneath his weight. Yesterday, he had revealed to me that he too was getting the troll messages.
"There have been five more since yesterday." He said with a groan.
"Can I see?" I asked.
"Sure." He said, handing his phone over to me.
"THIS STORY SUCKS JUST LIKE AMERICA AND OBAMA, I BET HE SUCKS DONKEY NUTS! AHHH I'M SO ANGRY!" I read the first comment after the one that said he "suks dik" out loud.
"Well, that guy seems to have anger issues." I said.
"Yea, that's not the worst one." Stan said.
Reading through the other comments, I knew what he meant, there was a comment that was saying that the person wanted to tie him up and shoot him in the head.
"You should report this." I told him.
"I've tried, but you can't report people if they're posting from a guest account." He said.
"Do you have any other suspects besides Mr Garrison?" I asked, we figured to get a pretty good size list before we started to investigate anyone.
"Craig maybe? He's a dick and he doesn't like me." Stan said.
"Yea, but I don't think Craig cares enough to troll anyone, and he likes Kenny, and Kenny started to get the comments before you did." I said.
"Oh speaking of Kenny, did you hear what happened? I heard he got killed by the goths after he cheated with Bebe." Stan said, I could have sworn that he sounded happy about it.
"I know! I was shocked, I figured that goths would have found dating just one person conformist." I said.
"Yea, but you never know with those guys, they're about unpredictable as they are predictable." Stan said.
I was about to respond to him, when my phone started buzzing.
When I looked at it, what I saw made me gasp in shock, not only had the trolls targeted Kenny on the school newspaper, Stan on his story, but now they were targeting me on my online journal!
Stan's POV:
"What's wrong?" I asked Kyle, who looked like he had just seen a ghost.
He slowly turned his phone to face me,
You suck cocks in hell!
It read, so, the trolls were now targeting him as well.
"Well, I guess that crosses Mr Garrison off our list." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well, because believe it or not, you were his favourite student." I said.
"Nu uh." Kyle said.
"Trust me, you were." I said, not wanting to argue with him.
"So, how's it going with you and Wendy?" He asked, causing me to groan, why does everyone keep asking about me and Wendy? We are broken up!
"We're still broken up." I said flatly, trying to keep my irritation out of my voice, with these trolls attacking me, and with Kenny not really on my side, I can't really afford to lose anymore friends.
"I know, but has she asked you back out or anything?" Kyle asked.
"No, and I'm glad, I'm not good at rejecting people, no matter if they cheated or not." I answered honestly. I was however, curious as to why Kyle kept asking about Wendy, he didn't have a crush on her did he?
I pushed the thought out of my head, that was silly, even though Kyle and Wendy had a lot in common, they weren't into each other, were they?
No, I was just on edge because of what happened with Kenny.
"I wonder if anyone other than us are getting comments like these." Kyle said, breaking into my thoughts.
"I'm sure if Cartman was, we would have heard about it by now, same with Butters and Tweek." I said.
"Yea, same with Wendy and Bebe." Kyle said.
"I have a new suspect." He then said.
"Who?" I asked.
"Butters."
I nearly laughed out loud at that, Butters? That kid wouldn't hurt a fly, much less troll people online.
"Are you for real? The kid almost killed himself after reading all the negative comments from internet bullies." I reminded him.
"Well, yea, but that was a few years ago, and I didn't mean Butters exactly, I meant his alter-ego, Professor Chaos." Kyle said.
"Do you really think he still plays as Professor Chaos?" I snorted out.
"Well, this is Butters we're talking about, so yes." Kyle answered.
"I don't know, I honestly don't think he's smart enough to pull this off." I said.
"Stan, Butters might be a little naive, but he has one of the highest GPAs in our year." Kyle reminded me.
"Okay, fine, we'll investigate him too, but you owe me twenty dollars when I prove that Butters isn't the troll." I said.
"You're on." Kyle said, and we shook on it.
I then got a thought, what if Kyle was the troll? He was pretty smart and knowledgable of computers, and he was usually the one pointing out new suspects, not to mention that he was the last of us to start getting troll messages. What if he somehow sent that message to himself to take the suspicion off himself?
I just knew one thing for sure, I would have to start watching him very closely.
