Oh, dear... I really have fallen behind again, haven't I? Well... I have no excuse. I guess I'll just put out a quickie, to satisfy my promise from last chapter. Kyle-centric, return of someone, yadda yadda yadda... lol
Oh, and to the people who were looking forward to a KyBe lemon... Not this chapter. Sorry. Perhaps next time. :P
Well, here we go! Enjoy!
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The Problem With Trent (Is That He's a Dick)
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POV: KYLE
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After a long and rather vigorous session with Bebe, we both decided it would be less of a hassle for her to just stay at my place. I really don't say this enough, but she's really comfy to sleep with. Like a teddy bear with tits.
Anyway, I had a really weird dream that night. It involved Trent Boyett finally catching Cartman, Stan, Kenny, and me and finally exacting his revenge on us. I could only hope it wasn't an omen. But when I woke up and saw the almost angelic face of my girlfriend sleeping next to me, all my worry seemed to wash away in an instant and I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked.
I leaned down to kiss her forehead and she stirred slightly as I got up, donning a fresh set of clothes for the day. Luckily, it was Friday, so I wouldn't have to worry about wearing anything super-presentable while I did laundry that weekend.
I glanced over at my clock and, seeing that it was nearly time for homeroom, almost panicked as I awoke the blonde in my bed. "Bebe. Bebe, hon, get up."
"Nngh... Five more minutes..." I smiled again at her cuteness. She really never failed to make me feel better with little to no effort.
"Bebe, it's quarter to 7. We don't HAVE five more minutes." Hearing that, Bebe jolted awake and quickly grabbed a spare set of clothes she always kept in my closet for when she stayed. She got dressed as I went out of the room, only to nearly plow over my little brother. "Jeez, Ike, careful..."
"Coming from you? You ran into me, Kyle." The Canadian boy smirked up at me and I simply rolled my eyes, rustling his already-messy hair. He grumbled and 'fixed' it, earning a chuckle from me.
"You ready to go, kiddo?" He nodded and shouldered his backpack, heading downstairs to wait for me. As I was grabbing my keys out of the little dish we kept by the door, I heard my girlfriend running downstairs. I was going to tell her to relax, but she ran past me and my very confused little brother to my car before I even mouthed the first syllable.
"...Was that Bebe?" I nodded, making sure the door was locked. Ike chuckled. "Well, congratulations. I DIDN'T hear you guys this time." I felt my face warm and I rolled my eyes, knowing he never really heard us any time. We got in the car and I started it up, adjusting everything. A grin graced my lips.
"Seat belts, everyone!" Bebe groaned.
"Never reference Magic School Bus around me again. Ever." I held in a laugh, and she shot me a serious look. "Kyle, I mean it..." I saw the corners of her mouth tug upwards, and I chuckled. "Alright, then... Seriouly, though, buckle up." Everyone did so and I drove off quickly.
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Luckily, I was able to drop off Ike and still make it just before the first bell rang. We made it just in time, and I overheard Stan and Cartman snickering to each other about how I missed my alarm because I was 'plowing the fields' all night.
I got them back at lunch, though. When none of the teachers were watching, I made sure to whip a nice helping of mashed potatoes at both of them. Naturally, this began a small food war, until we almost got caught by Garrison. We, of course, decided to call it even.
The entire day after that was boring, though. Nothing interesting happened. Until the very last bell rang, that is.
"Guys, I'm telling you, it was awesome." Stan let out a sigh.
"We get it, Cartman, you love Call of Duty. But it's not that great. It's the same damn thing every time!"
"Dude, nuh-uh! This one part has zombies!" I facepalmed.
"You're a moron, fatass. Like 5 other ones have that too."
"So?! This one, is like... Uh..." Kenny shook his head.
"Cartman, just give it up... You lost this one." All four of us froze when we heard a voice.
"And you're gonna lose this'n too." We stared. For in front of us was none other than Trent Boyett. FUCK.
"T-Trent, we-" He cut me off mid-sentence, his voice very commanding and angry. Yeah, he was pretty pissed.
"No! No more runnin'! This is it, you bastards! I'm finally gonna do what I set out to do the first fuckin' time I got out of Juvy!" He cracked his knuckles and stared us down. Now, I'm no scaredy-cat. I can hold my own if need be. But damn if he wasn't fucking intimidating. Even Cartman, the self-proclaimed 'badass' of the four of us, looked ready to piss his pants. Which, if not for the fact that we were about to get our asses handed to us on a silver platter, would be really funny.
As we circled around the open space where we were standing, we prepared for the showdown of a lifetime. Okay, maybe I'm overexaggerating, but it was still a matter of not getting our asses kicked.
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A matter which will be gone into next chapter. I know, I know, it's really short and awful. But, um... Truth be told, if I had gone further, I wouldn't have been able to make the fight the main focus of the chapter. I'll try to update sooner then usual, that way you all get your fix for some action. lol
Anywho, that's all for now, guys. Review as always!
Peace out, yo!
~DarkLordK~
