AUTHOR'S NOTE:/ Chapter 4, one of my favourite chapters. Mainly because it's Stan's POV. I like Stan :3

It's longer than the others too. More reading pleasure C:

I think there's spelling errors on words like 'realise' and 'recognise'. Either I'm bad at spelling, or that's the English way to spell it, and my American spell check is trying to correct it to a 'z' instead of 's'. Ehhhh D:

I'd be happy if someone could correct me in a review? Thank you :D ~ dagurlwiththacurlz /

Daunting Memories
Chapter Four:

Ugh...why am I such a wimp?
Telling Kyle I'm not going to his party, because of some stupid guy who thinks he's gonna beat us up...
I know he won't do it.
I'm POSITIVE.
He didn't do it last time, so he won't do it this time.
Definitely.
I'm sure of it.
I'm going to Kyle's party, whether he turns up or not.
Why would he come? He's not even invited.
I'm getting too paranoid.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

All day at school I've been thinking about it. Doesn't help that everyone's talking about it, too. Mainly the girls, Wendy's friends are the worst. They're even thinking about what they'll do if he tried to beat one of them up. Lola says she'll kick him in the balls and run, but unfortunately for her, she isn't smart enough to realise that that will probably not work.

I get approached by Craig's gang in the hallway at recess.
"Have you heard that Trent Boyett's been paroled again?" Clyde looks a bit fazed.
"yeah, I have."
"who do you think he's gonna go for? Do you think he'll go for me?" Token looks worried.
"or me? I'll probably be before Token" says Craig, paranoid.
"naah, he's not gonna go for you at all, Token" I say, "And Craig, you haven't done much wrong, I don't see a reason why he should go for you?"
"do you think he might break my lightsaber collection to make me suffer?!" says an anxious Kevin.
"dude, I don't think he even KNOWS you."
"WHAT ABOUT ME? He's bound to get me! I just know it! He hates me! He definitely has it in for me, like everybody else does nowadays! OH MY GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME!"...Tweek's having a panic attack.
"Tweek, man, shut up. He's not going to get any of you without coming to get...no wait- scratch that, he's NOT going to get ANYONE because he CAN'T. There's nothing to be afraid of. Shut the hell up - I'm going to class."

I storm away from the group. Great, now I'm a moody bastard too. Whatta day.

In class, Kyle also wants to talk about it.
"what was up with you on the phone this morning Stan? Are you really that scared about Trent being released again?" he says.
I'm trying not to get moody with him, but I'm on the edge.
I'm sick of people talking about it. It's no big deal. He's NOT going to beat up anyone, he's just a wimp. He's only a little upset that he couldn't blame the incident on us and took it himself. Thinks he's all tough...hopefully one day he'll realise he's nothing but a pussy. Doubt that'll happen though.
Kyle snaps his fingers in my face, "Stan? Stan?! Why won't you answer me?!"
"Just fuck off Kyle! All I've been hearing today - Trent Boyett this, Trent Boyett that, I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS! Just leave me alone, please!"

I go to sit by Kenny, to get some peace. I know he won't talk about it, cuz he's a fearless fuck.
He turns his head to me, "...Trent Boyett's on the loose again then, huh?"
"UGGHHH"

I try Cartman, not hoping for much luck, but what the heck.
"hey fat ass"
"hey bitch"
"what you up to fat ass?"
He looks up from doodling on a piece of paper, "oh nuthin' much, bitch, just drawing on some paper. S'all."
"what are you drawing?"
"the class. Look, there's you Stan." he points to a stick man with a tiny little blue hat on, yet with a HUMONGOUS red puffball on it. It's strangely grinning - doesn't resemble me at all right now.
"oh...who's that?"
"that's Kyle. I made him look gay because he IS gay. Heh."
'Kyle' has got his green hat on, although it rather looks like elephant ears. He's also got a dick drawn on his head and what is...supposed...to be a vagina where his crotch should be.
"umm alright...WOW HOW BIG ARE THEIR HANDS?!" I say, pointing at another stick figure.
"they're not her hands they're her boobs, and that's Bebe"
"I'm guessing that girls got big boobs too then, who is that?"
"that's not a girl, that's me..."
"then why have you got boobs? You want some?"
"no asshole! They're not boobs, they're my balls, that Craig proudly drew on me...Have you seen what I made him look like? Classical...he looks like a monkey!"
"...ok..."

This is better than talking about Trent Boyett, I suppose. Even if it is childish and boring.
When he's finished pointing out the whole class on his piece of paper, he daydreams, and then turns back to me. "so...you think Trent Girlett is gonna find us again this time? Do you think he'll beat up some sixth graders again for us? Haha!"
...Spoke too soon.
For the rest of class I sit with Wendy, at least she'll understand and not talk about it for a while. I also walk out with her after school.

She waves at a guy waiting out side of school, I don't know who he's waiting for, but from here he looks like a pedo.
She frantically waves, but then quickly brings her arm back down again, and looks away, like she's suddenly realises she shouldn't be waving.
He waves back though, but doesn't smile.
We're quite far away from him, so I can't make out who he is.
He's glaring at someone though.
I look behind me to see if anyones flipping him off or pissing him off in some way.
No ones seems to have noticed him yet.
A couple of girls nearby point at him and whisper to each other. They look at him as if he is deadly. He ignores them though, and continues to glare.
Who is he? Is he staring at me?, I think to myself.
Wendy looks away, like she's embarrassed.
"what's the matter?" I ask her.
"I just waved at him, why the fuck did I do that?!"
"who is he? Has he upset you or something?"
"mm, I suppose so..."
I shout to the guy, "hey dude! Fuck off of my girlfriend, alright? Stop glaring at her like that! If you have a problem with her keep it to ya, and fuck off! Bastard..."

He's now glaring at me instead of Wendy. At least, I think he was glaring at Wendy before...
We resume to walking out of school, and we have to pass him if we're walking home, which we are.
So we walk past him, and with one single glance, I recognise that it was Trent Boyett I was cursing at...