A/N: Lalalala here ya go…
Stan marched out of Gabrielle's room closely followed by Kenny and Kyle. They were discussing whether she had been staring at Kenny or not.
"I'm positive she was, dude, the poor girl couldn't take her eyes off of me." Kenny bragged, walking down the stairs.
"Dude you're wrong, she barely even glanced at you. She was too preoccupied with staring at Stan to even notice you." Kyle retorted.
"What?" Stan asked, finally joining the conversation, he had been concentrating on walking down the stairs.
"Dude she most definitely is interested in you."
"Not, if she was interested in him how come she didn't flirt with him?" Kenny questioned, jumping down the last two steps.
"She didn't flirt with anybody dumbass." Kyle retorted, and he slid down the stair rail and landed impressively beside Kenny.
"Kyle your wrong, she was staring at Kenny the whole time." Stan intervened, standing on the second to last step, and staring at Kyle.
"See I knew it, even Stan agrees," said Kenny. Kyle just rolled his eyes in answer. "Come on the games on lets go watch it." Kenny suggested.
"Who's playing?" Stan questioned, happy that the topic had changed finally. He jogged down the last couple of steps, walked to the couch, and sat down.
"Steelers vs. Redskins." Kenny replied. He and Kyle sat down next to Stan, who had the remote and was flipping through the channels to find the game. He found the channel and they all started concentrating on the game.
Ten minutes later Cartman walked in frowning. "My mom says that dinner will be soon, she's gonna go get fried chicken from KFC."
"Make sure your fatass doesn't eat all the skin off this time." Stan retorted.
"I'm not fat, I'm big boned! Shut up you faggot!" Cartman screeched.
"Dude Stan's not a faggot and your ass is fat now shut up." Kyle said, still staring intently at the tv.
"Who's a faggot?" A voice from the stairs asked. All four guys looked up and saw Gabrielle standing there, looking down on them.
"Nobody's a faggot. Well, then again Cartman might be." Kyle replied.
"Oh, okay." She said and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. They could hear her talking to Cartman's mom.
"Ugh you guys I hate her so much. She's even going to be going to school with us. This is gonna suck." Cartman moaned.
"I liked her." Kenny stated.
"She seemed alright to me." Kyle said. Stan just gave a noncommittal nod.
"Bullshit, she's brain washed you guys." Cartman replied, "If you guys are gonna act this way then get your asses out of here." Kyle rolled his eyes then got up and walked to the door. Kenny and Stan followed. Gabrielle walked out of the kitchen and saw them at the door.
"You guys leaving?" She asked.
"Yea." Kenny replied.
"That sucks. I guess I'll see you guys at school tomorrow." And she walked over and gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Bye." She said waving, and with that the three boys walked out the door.
The next day at school…
Stan opened his locker and pulled out his books. Slamming it shut he walked off to his first class.
"Hey Stan." Gabrielle said, walking up beside him. "What class are you going to?"
"English room 69" Stan replied.
"Cool me too! I hate English, I absolutely suck at it." She continued. Stan just grunted.
"Stan do you have a problem with me or something?" She asked. Stan looked at her. She was watching him carefully with a contemplating look on her face.
"I don't have a problem with you, why would you think that?" Stan questioned. They had reached their English class. He opened the door and motioned for her to go through it. She smiled slightly and walked in. He went to walk in after her but somebody went and stood in front of him preventing him from moving.
"Who was that? What were you doing with her? I thought you needed a break from girls? It was too much stress or something." Demanded Wendy. Stan groaned inwardly.
"Hi Wendy. That's Gabrielle, Cartman's cousin. And she's just a friend nothing more." Stan recited, staring up at the ceiling. At that precise moment Gabrielle walked out and stood beside him. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
"What are you talking about? How can you just deny our love like that? We're dating and you just need to deal with it, who cares what other people think." She turned to smile at Wendy. "We're going on three months this Sunday."
"THREE MONTHS!!! You started going out with this whore while we we're still dating? What the fuck Stan?" Wendy screamed. Then out of nowhere she slapped him and walked away, sobbing.
"Shit that hurt. Why'd you go and do that?" Stan asked, rubbing the spot where she had slapped him.
"Oh don't bother. We both know you have wet dreams about me." She winked at him and strutted back into the classroom.
Stan rolled his eyes and followed her.
