Nothing Wrong

When I awoke the next day, I felt something wet on my arms. I gasped. Had I accidentally peed? I looked up to find Kenny standing over me. He looked livid with anger.

"What?" I gasped as my heart sank.

"You practically ripped off your skin on your arms." he said bitterly. "We're not going to school today, Leopold." he said simply. "We're going to the damn doctors again."

"Kenny!" I begged. "I have to take a test today! Trigonometry is very hard, and I can't miss!"

"Butters, this is out of control!" he shouted as he cleaned off my arms. "Look at this!"

The cotton balls in a little pile were all covered in blood. My blood! I let out a scream, and Kenny flinched visibly.

"You scratched yourself so bad, that it finally bled, Butters!" he said bitterly.

"Aw!" I moaned. "It's all sticky!"

"Oh, brother." he whispered as a bit of a smile crept back into his face.

"It's all sticky and gooey!" I moaned.

"Well, don't touch it!" he ordered as he pushed my hand gently away. "Oh, gross." he groaned. "Oh, and you're drenched in sweat again."

"I gotta go shower!" I gasped.

"You don't get it! You're not going to school today, Leopold!" he shouted.

The phone rang. Kenny picked it up, and answered.

"H-hello?" Whoa! He sounded just like me. "Hey, mom." he drawled. "Yeah. I'm just here, do-doin' my homework. I know, ma'am." he sighed. "I know. Gee, ma'am, I'm sorry. I'll try to be a little nicer next time." he said sadly. "Sorry. Okay. Bye. I promise I won't watch TV after ten." he said sadly. "Bye."

"God, your parents are hell's angels!" he said as he slammed down the phone.

"Now, Kenny," I said secretly agreeing. "They're my, p-parents, and I have to love 'em."

"That stutter sure as hell gives it all away." he said sarcastically. "You, really love your parents."

"Can I just go take a shower?" I begged. "I still have time to make it to class."

Kenny and I fought the whole way to the bathroom. We both took a shower, (Yes, together, you idiots.), as he tried to convince me not to go to school.

"What is the worst thing that could happen if you go to the doctors, and they give you a diagnosis?" he asked as we both got dressed.

"I've got a diagnosis, smart one." I said astonished. I've never heard him talk… well, smart before. "It's probably just a cold. They come and go." I said smirking at him.

"Butters, you have to go to the doctor!" he moaned. "Please, do it for me! If not for you!"

"Can I just please, go to school, and see how I feel?" I asked. "If I feel badly, then, I'll go and get myself to the doctor."

"Can I drive?" he asked. "And will you eat breakfast?"

It wasn't exactly breakfast. We had cobbler from yesterday, which today tasted excellent.

… … … … …

School went by in a haze. I couldn't really pay attention, and hoped for my sake that everything was going okay. By that, I mean, that I hoped I was doing all right with all the work I was turning in. I felt horrible.

"Butters, can I have a word?" asked Mr. Siliac after the bell rang signaling the end of school.

"Y-yes, sir." I stammered as I got up and walked up to his desk.

"Butters, is there something going on at home?" he asked.

"No sir." I said calmly.

"Butters, your grades are slipping." he said confirming my worst fears. "This is stuff you're a wiz at, Butters." he said simply. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes." I stumbled. "I'm fine."

I started fidgeting with my hands as I looked down. I really just wanted Kenny. I wanted to go home.

Think of the devil and the devil will appear. I heard a knock at the door, and Kenny came strolling in.

"Hello, Mr. Siliac." he said through his hood.

"Uh, hello, Kenny." Mr. Siliac said smiling. "Is Stan okay?"

"Yeah." Kenny said pulling his hood down to be able to talk with the man. "I took him to the nurse."

"I was just having a talk with Butters here, about his grades. He's doing very bad in lab, and it looks like his homework is only getting half done."

Why did _my teacher have to tell _my boyfriend all about _my problems, when my boyfriend was the most protective, worried, ghetto boy in the world!

"Look, I'll do better." I said trying not to yawn. "I'll do better next time. It's just… term… is tough. You know?" I asked having trouble. "I'll study harder. I've just been feeling a little under the weather, is all."

"Okay. Well, go and get some rest, thankfully there isn't school tomorrow. In service." he said smiling. "See you both later."

Kenny and I walked silently down the hall and towards my locker. I dumped all my stuff that I knew I didn't need in there, and got the things I knew I did need. It was only my math book, and my AP Lit book that I needed. Not really much to do.

"What happened to Stan?" I asked curiously.

"He accidentally cut himself with a scalpel." Kenny said as I flinched. "We were doing frog dissection, and he got something on his finger. The fuck decides it's okay to use his blade to take the, whatever it was, off the glove, and cuts through the latex. Fuckin' idiot!" Kenny fumed as we both made it to his locker.

"You should move in with Butters, whose single," Stan said as we met up with him. "And let Wendy, move in with me."

"We'll start the transfer Monday." Kenny said without a complaint.

"Do I get any say in this?" I asked.

"No." they both said simply.

"All right then." I said submissively.

"You really gotta start standin' up for yourself with everyone." Kenny said as we both walked off and down the stairs. "Not just me whenever I tell you it's time to go to the doctors."

We did end up going to the doctors that day. They took my blood pressure, my sugar levels, everything. Nothing happened. They didn't find anything wrong with me at all. I hated Kenny for putting me through this, and I hated myself for being so worked up about this. It was going to be okay. And yet, I couldn't help thinking that maybe, it wouldn't 'be okay. Maybe, there was something wrong with me.