Author's Note: This chapter was supposed to be super long, but I accidentally closed it without saving and had to write it all over again and ended up losing about half of it. I am a little upset right now..
Atleast I made it to 2,000 words.
Anyway, thank you for all the reviews, favs and follows, I love you guys! : D
The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.
-Heather Brewer, Ninth Grade Slays
Today is tuesday and also my first day of school. I could stay home yesterday, but it had been made evident to me the day before, that I am most definitely going to go to school the next day, meaning today, no matter what. I'm not complaining, just a little nervous that's all. There's a lot on my mind. Hopefully everything I fear will happen, won't.
Munching on a piece of toast, I think back to the evening of last night, when my dad had come over to talk. He doesn't do that often, usually only doing so when mom has ordered him and I suspect it was mom that made him come talk to me in yesterday's case as well. She can be rather bossy time to time, especially with my dad, but for some reason she never wants to be the one to explain things to me. I'm not sure why and for some reason, I'm not sure if I want to know.
I hear a knock on my door and then my dad walks in, without even waiting for an answer.
"Hey, Kyle, how's it going?" he asks me, obviously just stalling, but I go along.
"Pretty good. Why?"
My dad then closes the door behind him and leans against it, his eyes set on the floor. I'm not sure what he is thinking, but I have an idea. Just in case, I don't jump to the gun, but wait till he is ready to talk himself.
"You see, your mother and I were talking and we both think this school is not good enough for you. I know we just moved again, but... What do you think, Kyle? Are you sure about going to this school?"
I don't even waste a second to think, because I am already sure in what I want. "Yes, I am, dad," I say.
It was me who had suggested we move back here and I am not changing my mind, at least not that easily. I would need some pretty good convincing before that.
My dad nods at my answer, before looking into my eyes for the first time since he had come to my room and smiles. I smile back and look as he turns around again to open the door and leave.
Once back to reality, I realize the toast in my mouth is gone and I instead drink the orange juice from my glass, before I stand up and take the empty glass to the sink. "Goodbye," I simply say and head for the door, before my parents can even respond back. I am just too anxious to sit around at home, when I could already be at school, talking things over with Stan and Kenny. I'm sure there is just some stupid misunderstanding clouding their minds.
Almost at the bus stop, I can only see one figure from the distance. It makes me frown slightly, since that means that the only person it could be, would be Cartman. And once I get closer, it turns out it is. Just great! Of all people it could be, it's him. Well, to be honest, seeing Stan and Kenny right now wouldn't be much better, but that's beside the point.
"Kahl," he addresses me, without even sparing me a glance. I'm not sure if to be glad he is being so civil or not, but I leave it be for now and answer him with a, "Cartman."
It might of have just been my eyes playing tricks on me, but I swear I could see a faint trace of a smile on Cartman's face, when I greeted him back. Knowing Cartman, then it probably was the other kind of smile, not the one you hope to see on people's faces when you greet them in the morning. I just hope he is not smiling about some evil plan he has come up with, that would screw my life even more over.
The bus arrives soon after and we both get on, sitting as far away from each other as possible. Even if I'm not friends with Stan and Kenny anymore or atleast not at the time being, doesn't mean I have to be all buddy-buddy with him now. We still hate each other, through and through. Besides, I'm going to fix things, so I'm more then sure that I won't fall so low, to actually start befriending Cartman of all people.
I am sitting in the classroom in my new seat, just so darn glad, that I was sitting behind Cartman of all people. Could this day get any worse? I don't know if Mr. Garrison has gotten more oblivious to what is happening around the classroom or he just doesn't even give a flying shit anymore, because that asshole is bugging the hell out of me right now.
"You sure you don't want me to fill you in on things?" he asks me again, his brow raised and I repeat what I had told him earlier, "No." I wouldn't trust him to give me the truth in all it's naked glory, without changing a few important details here and there and twisting them around, to sound the complete opposite.
He rolls his eyes, as if reading my thoughts, but he doesn't say anything. Atleast not for now. He is still facing me though and it makes me feel awkward, since he is now staring at me, like full on staring at me. I clear my throat, to let him know of my discomfort, which makes him raise his brow again. God I hate when he does that. He seemes to get the message though, since the next moment, his face is replaced by his back and I feel like I can breath again, not that I was holding it or anything.
Now that Cartman wasn't harrassing me, I set my eyes on Stan. He is staring out the window, not paying attention to what Mr. Garrison was saying by the least, but I'm pretty sure nobody is. He doesn't seem any different from his usual self. Maybe Ike was wrong after all and Stan did have an completely understandable explanation for his sudden disinterest in our friendship. I smile slightly, thinking now that I might of not actually lost my best friend for good and that I just have to talk things through with him.
When the bell rings and the first period is over, I walk right over to Stan's desk. I open my mouth to address him, but the way he suddenly shots out of his seat startles me and leaves me looking back at him, as he storms out of the classroom. What the hell?
The next times don't go any smoother either. Everytime he runs away before I can even open my mouth, goes over to someone else or pretends to not notice my presence in the first place. I know I said he probably, most definitely has his reasons, but I am starting to worry.
Sudden weight on my shoulder, brings me out of my thoughts and I turn around, to see nobody else, but Eric Cartman. Is it me or is he being especially sticky today? Before I can question him about his behaviour, he grabs hold my wrist and drags me out of the classroom. I tried my best the whole way, to pull my hand back, but to no avail. It took him one year and out of the blue, his strength is too overwhelming for me, this is far from fair.
"Look, you want to hear the truth or not doesn't matter, I am telling you it anyway," Cartman says, once we were out of the classroom, turning to face me. I look down at my and his hand and back at his face, but he either doesn't care or doesn't care. I think it's the latter.
I try one last time to pull back my hand, but this time is as fruitless as the others and I give up on that, since i feels like he is tightening his grip around my wrist everytime I try to get it free and it's seriously starting to hurt. "As I'd believe anything you say," is what I say, but he doesn't seem to care. "I'm sure you are probably thinking up reasons right now, aren't you, as to why Stan is acting like such bitch around you ever since you've come back?" I furrow my brows in annoyance, hearing him call Stan such a word, but before I retort, he goes on. "It's because you are jewish, ginger and jersey," he 'explains', making me clatter my teeth in anger.
Why I was actually expecting him to give me an answer, I'm not sure, but this is the last straw if he- "Oh, look guys, it's the new kid and the faggot!" I hear someone shout from behind me and I jerk myself in that direction so fast, that the fatass actually wasn't fast enough to react and I got my wrist back. I would of gloated in victory, if I was in any other kind of situation.
"How much are you guys betting, that these two are total fags for each other?" Clyde asks, a grin plastered on his face. "I'd bet my whole saving account," Craig answers, an equally disturbing grin on his face. The rest of the group laugh, wholeheartetly may I add, before they turn the corner to walk off. I was pissed, no, that was an understatement, I was furious! I don't deserve to be treated like this, what the hell did I do to be mocked like this?! "Fucking asswipes," I hear someone swear from behind me and I turn around to see Cartman, pissed of just as much as me, if not more. His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and his fists are clenched, he looks more pissed off then I've seen in him in years.
After that wonderful time in the hallway I decided to skip the next class and go to the roof. I don't know why I chose that place, but it didn't really care that much. It was my first day back at this school and I am already walked all over. "Well this is just wonderful," I mutter outloud, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Get used to it..." I hear from right next to me an I jump in surprise, only do realise who's voice I just heard. "K-Kenny...?" I ask, not sure if to believe my ear or my eyes.
He smirks, seeing my expression and I feel slightly annoyed for a second, before I come to my senses. "What are you-" I start, but am interrupted by Kenny himself. "Kyle, my dear friend, don't hold it against us two, but it would really be better for all of us, if you'd just stop trying," he says to me, his face serious all of a sudden, but then he smirks again, before continuing, "Just ask Cartman, if your not convinced yet. I bet you two would get along if you just tried, seeing as you are both so.." I didn't hear the last part and not because I was too shellshocked to listen properly, but because Kenny's face was met with someone's fist and he ended up falling off the roof, before he could finish.
I watch him fall and then splatter all over the ground with emotionless eyes, before I turn around and stare at Cartman, as he pants. I don't say anything, I just look at him. I'm not sure what one is supposed to say in a situation like this and I can't think of one either, because my mind is completely blank. Utterly and hopelessly blank.
This chapter was originally a lot different, with Stan being there instead of Kenny and nobody flew off the roof, but this is how it ended up as and I'm not even sure myself how or why it happened exactly.