Hey everyone! I hope you all have had a chance to check out the Halloween Chapter and started thinking on if you're interested! I am SUPER excited about this chapter as things are slowly coming together with everyone. But we aren't even CLOSE to the end of this story so we have much ground to cover xD Better get started then ^^
Song inspired for this Chapter is Sound of a Heartbreak by To Be Juliet's Secret, I'd recommend listening to it with this one ;) ENJOY!
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While his eyes didn't follow the shadows that retreated into the frosty mist, his ears could certainly recognize the silence that finally signaled their exit officially. Stuffing his icy hands into his pockets, Stan quickly made his own escape and found the driver's seat to his car. Shaking from the cold as well as the fear Cartman instilled in him, he leaned forward and pulled the cell off the charger. Fingers sticking to the dial pad numbers; it was almost painful to pull them off to click the green button to call. He knew it was early, around two in the morning by now but that didn't bother the person he was calling. Stan knew she'd pick up no matter what time.
"Yellow?" came the familiar voice and instantly Stan's body slightly warmed in response.
"Hey." He knew he sounded like crap, the snow practically lodged in his throat from the amount he swallowed by Cartman's force.
"Stan? What's up babe?" Concern was floating in the tone now as Stan started his car up to head home.
"Nothing much, just finished talking to Kyle." There was silence on the other line for a moment and Stan waited to hear what she'd have to say next.
"It didn't go so well did it?" He would have laughed if his throat wasn't so raw from all the screaming and yelling he did earlier. Typical, Bebe always knew the story before it was even told.
"You could say that." Deciding that a sigh would be his best bet, Stan exhaled the breath lightly and leaned his head against the rest on the back of the seat. He felt like a real douchbag and rightfully so, he lost his temper, punched his best friend, and even got into a fight with Cartman. While the last one didn't bother him so much, aside from the fact that he lost, it was hitting Kyle that upset him the most. He had NEVER behaved like that with him, ever! Rubbing his fact with his hand, Stan tried to wipe the feeling of disgust off him, he didn't succeed.
"Oh, sweetie I'm sorry! I know you were looking forward to straightening it out with Kyle at least." A gruff agreement was given to her and Stan was about to inform her of his stupidity when she spoke again, "What'd you do now?"
There was no fighting the laugh as it tore out his throat and sent him into a coughing fit as well. That girl was sharp, no doubt about that. Tears came to his eyes slightly after he settled down and another sigh escaped his lips. Yeah, Stan Marsh felt like a BIG dick.
"I fucked up Bebe….I fucked up so badly…" He felt an overwhelming urge to start crying punch him straight in the chest and a few muffled sobs managed to weasel out of his mouth. There was a sharp intake of air on the other side of the connection and soon Bebe was talking once more.
"Stan, what did you do? Is he okay? Tell me, is Kyle alright?" she seemed very fearful now as Stan shook his head in repulsion at his actions. She probably thought he had kicked the shit out of the kid, truth was Kyle could easily pummel him if he was passionate enough.
"I hit him Bebe, I fucking punched my best friend." A strangled sob came free and he cried in silence for a few moments. This wasn't how he envisioned this whole thing going down! Slamming the ends of his wrist against the steering wheel, Stan had never feet so pissed off in his entire life. What scared him the most now was that he had lost Kyle for good.
"Oh honey, why would you do that? You worked so hard to try to say the right things this time. We went over it together hun. What made you get so angry you lost your temper?" It was true, after the horrible experience with Wendy and how he tried to cover his ass by pretending to still love her and explain that he cheated on her, Bebe decided that they would work together to find the best things to say to Kyle so it wouldn't end up as such a disaster. Bebe even volunteered to do damage control with Wendy after their fight to try and give her the truth as to what happened between herself and Stan, she deserved to know that much.
"He started taking out all his anger on you and well, I didn't appreciate some of the things he said." Laughter was heard from Bebe and Stan's mouth frowned slightly in confusion.
"Oh Stan, everyone is like that! I don't take it personally or anything and certainly not with Kyle. I've been watching him hun. He's always with her, always by her side now. That's a good thing because with the damage we've caused, she needs to have someone she can believe in."
The sadness was etched into every word she spoke and Stan couldn't help but let the heaviness in his chest weigh him down more. He knew how much they had hurt her; they talked about it constantly, how angry they were that this happened at the expense of losing her as a part of their lives. He could have lied to her, could have just broken up with her and never said anything about sleeping with Bebe but Wendy was so important to him. She had been next to him for so many years that she deserved the truth from him, even if he didn't want to tell her. Bebe thought it was best too however once confronted she got scared and lied. They just kept digging a deeper hole for themselves with this situation.
"I know but still, that doesn't give him the right to speak about things he doesn't know about." He loved Kyle to death but damn did that boy have a mean streak when he was angry! Stan blamed his red hair, red-heads were always feisty if you gave them a chance. Bebe however seemed unfazed by this sentence and instead sighed.
"Did you explain to him then?" That's what upset him the most, by the time he struck him, the time for words was over and they needed to walk away for a while. Groaning, Stan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. How did they fuck up this badly? "I guess not huh." Bebe answered herself on this one and decided to think about it for a moment. "But Kyle loves you very much Stan, I'm certain once his anger subsides that after a while he will want to try and talk again. You two have such a valuable relationship, I'd hate to see you guys never speak again because of my honor or lack thereof."
Over the past few years, Bebe had learned on thing and that was to laugh at yourself because if you take life too seriously you'll die with tons of regrets. It was something Stan had to admire about the girl, she was fighting a war on all sides and it was just her against the world. She was tough as nails and stubborn to boot.
"So, anything else happen?" Stan paused for a moment and looked at the cuts and bruises forming along his fast, ribs, and hands. Bebe would worry if he told her about the fight so deciding to skip it, Stan responded with a 'no'.
"I think I'm gunna get some sleep Bebe, tomorrow's going to be hell."
"Okay sweetie, just remember I'll stand right beside you through this." Her words brought the warmth of comfort to his body and Stan pulled out of the parking lot slowly.
"Thanks, I'd be lost without you Bebe." Her laughter echoed on the other line.
"You bet your ass you would, sweet dreams!" With that the dial tone pierced his ear, signaling her disappearance and Stan made the lonely drive back to his house for some sleep.
Wendy sighed as she scrambled to get all her assignments in an organized fashion. Tuesdays were always a little hectic for her as after school she had her debate team to coach. Politics was still near and dear to her heart however there was an extra perk that came with being captain of her team. Opposite was Eric Cartman, which means wins was something they both took VERY seriously. Looking forward to rubbing his face in her glory, Wendy accidentally dropped a few papers and they scattered to the floor. Groaning, she quickly raced to their positions and gathered them up one by one, however, on the last piece of paper, she noticed an extra hand on the other side.
"Still got your head up in the clouds like normal I see." The voice caused her hand to recoil and she snapped her head up to get a good view of the person. Bebe stared at her, green eyes reflecting a small sadness as she got up from the crouching position. "Here" She said simply, handing her the parchment. Hesitating, Wendy slowly reached out and took it, unsure to make of this interaction. They hadn't spoken for a while, not since the fight so things were still a little fresh between them. Bowing her head, Wendy said a thank you to the girl and went back to her locker.
Bebe, on the other hand, didn't take the dismissal cue and instead joined the other girl, leaning against the lockers.
"Um…so...what's new?" it was lame, the attempt to get conversation out of the girl was practically borderline retarded but it was the only thing she could think of once she saw Wendy's beautiful blue eyes, lined with pain just at her presence alone. Silence greeted her as an answer and Bebe knew that would happen. Sighing, she put her fingers to her forehead and watched out of the corner of her eye. Wendy was tense as hell; the entire air around her was suffocating and thick that you could cut a knife through it. It was plain to see that she didn't feel comfortable around Bebe at all.
"I didn't see you in theater class yesterday. Get sick?" she asked, genuinely concerned for her friend's wellbeing. Wendy slammed the locker door shut and avoided all eye contact before turning on her heel and walking away. Bebe groaned and rolled her eyes, this was just going too far now.
"Been watching you lately, see you've been hanging on Kyle. Something going on there?" it was a dangerous topic to handle but it seemed appropriate to use since nothing else would work. Within two seconds, Wendy had turned around and marched back over to Bebe, anger evident on her face.
"What the fuck does that mean?" she growled. While Wendy wanted to avoid as much contact as possible with Bebe and Stan, that remark warranted correcting. A soft look appeared on the blonde and she sighed with relief.
"Finally! She speaks! Seriously Wendy, I thought I'd have to get a knife to remove the stiches you used to seal your mouth shut." She joked lightly but the humor was lost on Wendy as she continued to glare daggers at the other. "Calm down Wendy, it doesn't mean anything, it's just a joke. I was teasing you."
"It's not funny Bebe, unlike you, I don't get over the guys that I like to quickly." Ouch, okay she deserved that one but Bebe wasn't about to give up.
"I was just curious is all, it's just comforting to me to see you have at least someone you can count on." She offered a small smile to show her honesty and Wendy's anger softened a bit at this.
"That doesn't mean you guys didn't screw it up for anyone else who wants to be a part of my life." Okay, she deserved that one too. Bowing her head, Bebe sighed and nodded slightly.
"I know Wendy. I'm sorry."
A moment of silence crossed the two as they looked at their reflections on the floor, unable to look at each other. Wendy wanted to speak up, she wanted to ask Bebe what really happened, why they did what they did. Glancing up, she managed to catch a small corner of Bebe's eyes and the pair held a nervous stance. Deciding to get it over with, Wendy exhaled the breath she was holding and spoke.
"Bebe-"
"WENDY! WENDY!" a voice broke her train of thought and the girls looked in the direction of the sound. Seeing a flash of blonde, Butters appeared next to her, breathing heavily from all the running around he did to find her this morning.
"Butters? What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, rubbing the poor kid's back to help the flow of air get to him easier. It took him a few moments but soon Butters was back to his normal self and started talking with the speed of a race horse.
"Butters, Butters! Calm down! Say it SLOWLY okay." she pressed, obviously whatever the boy wanted to say it was extremely important for Wendy to know.
"Eric….Stan….Kyle…..fight…." This was enough to cause both girls to look at him with urgency.
"What are you talking about Butters? What about Eric, Stan, and Kyle?" Wendy grabbed his shoulders and squeezed tightly, desperation in her eyes.
"Eric and Stan had a huge argument last night after Stan punched Kyle! Why Eric beat the buhgeezus out of Stan! Black and Blue everywhere I heard so he's not coming to school today!" his eyes were wide as he told the rumor he overheard earlier today. Wendy quickly swung around and her eyes locked on to Bebe, intense irritation wrapping around the air.
"Did you know about this?" Bebe instantly held up her hands,
"I only knew that Stan hit Kyle because he lost his temper over something he said, I was never told Cartman was involved." Indeed this was news for the blonde as well and she quickly thought about it for a moment. Stan did seem a little off when she asked if anything happened there, groaning she quickly picked up her back. "Sorry Wendy, I'll talk to Stan and figure this out. Possibly kick his ass at the same time."
"You do that! Give him a swift kick for me too!" the girl gave the thumbs up and rushed out the doors to get some information from the quarterback.
Meanwhile, Wendy began her search for Eric Cartman, finding him near the women's locker room. Glaring, she crossed her arms and waited for him to notice her presence, her dark aura going unnoticed for only a few minutes.
"O-Oh Wendy! See you're probably wondering why I'm here right?" He was obviously nervous about something but she didn't have time for it.
"Honestly I don't give a damn, come with me!" she grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him out the back door for privacy.
"Ow! Ow! DAMNIT BITCH THAT FUCKIN HURTS!" his voice grinding on her nerves Wendy pushed him against the brick wall and stared up at him with such an intense anger it was hard for him not to notice. "What the hell Ho'? Is it that time of the month already? Jesus Christ that hurt!" he rubbed his ear that was turning red from the pressure she applied. Going back to the stance she was in when she found him, Wendy tapped her foot impatiently.
"Listen here Fatass, I'm going to ask you this once and if I don't like your answer I kick what little balls you have." Cartman's eyes widened and instantly his hands went to protect his crown and jewels, however Wendy smirked. "That won't help you know, so you better not FUCK with me Cartman." Leaning forward, Wendy was now inside Eric's bubble and a discomfort set in on the large boy, causing a shift in his balance.
"Holy shit, you're bleeding so much you've lost all flow to your brain…." Ignoring his comment, Wendy could see she had Eric right where she wanted him, now it was time to interrogate.
"Where were you last night around midnight fatass?" Cartman felt his stomach drop, she wanted specifics and was going to use specifics so he couldn't weasel his way out of this. Groaning, he hung his head low and spoke.
"I was with Kyle." Wendy could hardly make out what he said but she managed well enough to form the sentence. Stomping on his foot, Cartman let out a howl of pain before silencing himself out of sheer humiliation of being tortured by a girl. Wendy smiled sadistically and continued to press.
"Where was Kyle at Eric?" Cartman smirked and looked up slightly,
"Outside Wendy." This earned him another blow but to his other foot. "GOD DAMNIT! SONOFABITCH!" Once again he silenced himself, biting his lip to keep from cussing again.
"Don't get fucking smart with me Fatass! Where was he?!" she shouted once again. Cartman growled and spoke.
"At Starks Pond." This wasn't enough for her though; she needed to know what happened exactly.
"Why were you two at Starks Pond in the middle of the night?" Shit…no getting out of this.
"Because Stan called Kyle out there to tell him about what happened between him and Bebe ALRIGHT!" Wendy then backed down for a moment and looked up at him; she didn't want to ask but knew she had no choice.
"Eric, what happened between Stan and Kyle?" the boy finally took a step forward from the wall and let out an exasperated sigh. Scratching at the back of his head, he found it difficult to tell her what exactly transpired between the pair.
"Look, Stan started defending Bebe to Kyle and he got upset. He didn't like that Stan showed more care about Bebe's feelings than about yours. So he got pissed off, I'm talking Holocaust Survivor pissed, you know where they are blaming everyone and everything for their situation and lighting buildings and forests on fire. Yeah, see Wendy, we would still have giant Rainforests if it wasn't for the Jews!" She stared at him, a frown on her face to show that she really wasn't listening to that but instead was concentrating on what happened. "Anyways, he totally ragged on Bebe and Stan just sorta blew up. He punched him." Shrugging, Cartman turned away, unable to look at Wendy's eyes.
Staring out at the football field, he felt a tug on his sleeve and turned to see Wendy, head lowered and expression hidden against the darkness.
"Is that…is that when you…" Cartman groaned when he saw the small moment of vulnerability she was giving him. No matter how pissed he was, he just couldn't take advantage of her like this.
"Yeah, that's when I got upset and made my presence known."
"But why? There was nothing in it for you? Why did you hurt him?" Eric knew she still held some feelings for her ex, hell who didn't? However, she seemed to be having some serious conflicting emotions right now about the fight and he could only hope she'd get upset with Stan more than him. Suddenly she started beating on his chest with such intense ferocity that it almost caused him to fall back on the ground. "Why did you have to interfere? You should have just taken Kyle and left! You should have just left him alone Eric! Why? Why?!"
Her tears were causing a dark spot to form on his blue shirt and Eric sat there and let her beat on him for a few more minutes. He wasn't always the most intelligent person but he knew when to let a girl cry and be mad, his mother taught him that. Finally grabbing her wrists, Eric pulled her hands down and looked her straight in the eyes.
"That's enough Wendy." His voice was soft but firm and it shocked the girl to her very core. Realizing her actions, she took a step back and lowered her head in shame, causing strands of dark shadows to block her face. "Besides, the reason I punched him was because no one hits my Jew and gets away with it. It's my one true pride that I'm the only one who can kick the shit out of that scrawny ass of his. I wouldn't be a man if I let someone else do it."
Her body started to shake with anger and before she could control it Wendy jerked her head up and started screaming.
"DID YOU HAVE TO PROTECT YOUR DAMN PRIDE BADLY ENOUGH TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM?"
Eric felt irritation nest inside his skull and he itched his nose quickly in an attempt to get an extra second to respond.
"Yup." This only seemed to fuel her rage.
"YOU ARE SO STUPID! ALL OF YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! YOU MEN AND YOUR DAMN PRIDE! STARTING STUPID FIGHTS WITH YOUR BEST FRIENDS OVER SOMETHING I'M CERTAIN WAS SO TRIVIAL AND THEN YOU END UP NEVER SPEAKING TO EACH OTHER AGAIN AND SOON THAT RESENTMENT GROWS INSIDE YOUR OWN FAMILIES SO EVEN THEY HATE EACH OTHER IT'S PATHETIC! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE THE BIGGER PERSON AND JUST WALK THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM ERIC?! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST DROP IT! INSTEAD YOU JUST KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF SOMEONE FOR A RIDICULOUS REASON AND NOW-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH WENDY!" his voice interrupted her thoughts and he soon took control of the conversation, his emotions running wild. "Now Damnit you listen to me woman! Yes! We are stupid, we are prideful, we are macho but that's what makes us men! Which is why we need women in our lives, because they NEVER hesitate to remind us just how STUPID we can be? I may have made the wrong decision in my actions yes, that may be true but Damnit what I was fighting with him for was NOT TRIVIAL, PATHETIC, or RIDICULOUS! It's something that I hold very dear to me because without it I truly believe I wouldn't have a life worth living! It's something that I made myself promise to protect with all my strength until the end of my days because I would DIE if it was ever hurt! But here's the thing Wendy, it was hurt, I failed it and now I have to make the ones who did it suffer the same pain it did. So do you DARE ever tell me what I fought Stan for wasn't worth anything because to me, it's worth more than my very life!"
Pushing past the girl, frozen in shock, Cartman headed back inside, leaving Wendy with more questions than answers.
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Bebe rushed right up to the front door and let herself in. She knew full well that Sharon and Randy were at work and Shelly had gone to College a few years before so she no longer lived here. Taking off her shoes, she quickly marched up the stairs and shoved open the door to Stan's bedroom. The gasp she emitted surprised the boy as he quickly looked up from his first aid kit and saw the person in his home.
"Bebe?! What are you doing here?" he couldn't hide his shock and Bebe dropped her hands that had been covering her mouth, a glare taking place of the shock.
"Stan Mark, what the FUCK did you do?!" she shouted at him. The headache he received early in the morning was still hanging on and so he winced at her screams and quickly gestured for her to lower her voice. "Oh like hell I will! What is all this?" he was surrounded by creams that helped with ice burns, peroxide to help disinfect his cuts and about five boxes of Band-Aids and a bandage wrap for his ribs. Shaking her head, Bebe snatched up the ointments and other supplies and began reading the instructions. "Start talking cause this is gunna take a while."
Filling her in on what had happened AFTER he punched Kyle, Bebe glared at him darkly while continuing to patch him up. Several times, he thought she was so upset she put extra peroxide in his cuts on purpose and even tightened his bandages around his ribs a little harshly. Still he knew he deserved it for not being completely honest with her. He just knew this is exactly what would have happened either way and would have preferred to have her not worry so much.
"I'm sorry Bebe; I just know you have a lot on your mind." She sighed and shook her head before rubbing some more ice against his eye. Cartman got him pretty good, she'll give him that, it may take a few weeks before he was back in gear for football.
"Stan, I don't have that much on my mind to where I can't balance what's going on in my world and what's going on in yours. I care about you, quit being so stupid and let me help you out okay. You're not as alone as you think you are stupid." He smiled weakly at her and she smirked before moving the ice to his jaw. "But Jesus Christ Stan! He fucked you up good! Why would you risk your friendship like this? It's so stupid to ruin everything you guys have been through together over a little insult on me!" He shoved Bebe away from her and stood up quickly. It was that kind of thinking that really pissed him off, Bebe was a good person! Sure she made bad choices in life, everyone does but she has her reasons.
"Stop saying that! It's not a little insult to me Bebe! They don't know what you have to go through! They don't understand what happened!" She was the next to stand up.
"So tell them! Honestly I don't care at this point because they need to know! They're your friends and mine too so they deserve the truth! The COMPLETE truth! But they will never understand your actions if you don't suck it up and talk to them!"
At some points Bebe was wise beyond her years, mature as all fuck too. Stan often felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum compared to her, but they still complimented each other well enough. Sighing, he retreated to his bed and sat on the edge, Bebe joining him seconds later.
"Babe, it will be okay. The only thing we can do is have faith that they'll make the right choice. At least, in the end, no matter what, we'll have each other right?" She looked at him with giant puppy eyes and Stan couldn't help but feel a little more at ease over this.
"Yeah, that's right." He agreed, feeling a little nervous at their closeness. Deciding to switch up the topic a little, he was reminded of something Cartman told him while he was getting the air beaten out of him.
"I'm just concerned that I messed it up for good Be, I mean, I just got so mad at them and then Cartman! Well Cartman started making me think on a few things." She tilted her head to the side, beautiful locks of gold going with her.
"Oh?" Stan nodded, encouraged by this response.
"Yeah…Like about the real reason I told Wendy about us that day. I finally realized something Bebe. I told Wendy about what happened between us because in my heart…in my heart I knew…"
Her puzzled expression never left but only deepened at this sentence. Bringing her body forward a little, Bebe pressed him on.
"What did you know Stan?" Even though they had had sex, their relationship was still VERY murky at best so it was hard to decipher who was feeling what about whom. Still, Bebe never pushed Stan because she knew how much he and Wendy went through. Certainly there were days when she wanted to strangle him to get an answer out but she pushed those feelings away and let him be. So this conversation that they were having was something she had only envisioned in her dreams. A soft spattering of red colored her cheeks and she smiled shyly at him, wanting nothing more than for him to finish his sentence.
The boy groaned and shoved his white bandaged hand through his hair, causing a small amount of pain. Truth was, he was nervous! They slept together only a week and a half ago but he never made a move once he broke it off with Wendy. Honestly, he just didn't know if he could be in a relationship for a while. But with Bebe, it wasn't like all the pressure that came with other relationships, it seemed more laid back, relaxed, almost like good friends enjoying each other's company. No need to worry about kissing or making out constantly, just being able to talk, relate, and learn more about each other. Looking back at the girl on the bed, Stan grabbed his chair from the desk and sat across from her. Taking a deep breath, he finished his thought.
"That our relationship was over, no, it had been over because I fell in love with you that night it all happened…" Bebe's head turned to the side, while she was glad to finally hear the words she'd been dreaming of, the constant reminder of that night made her more than a little nauseous.
"Don't you FUCKING touch her ya got it?! I don't know what transpired between you assholes and her but whatever debt she has with you I'll pay it off! Just get away from her now!"
She could still hear the anger and fury in Stan's voice from that night. Bringing herself back to the present, she turned to him and saw worry in his eyes.
"Listen Bebe, right now, right now I'm not ready. I can't just dive back into a relationship with someone else after being with Wendy for so many years. I need some time to adjust, get my head on straight, and discover who I am as me instead of as a part of something. You don't have to wait, I'm not saying that either but, I hope when I'm done figuring myself out, you'll at least give me a chance. Is that okay?" Tears slowly created streams down the valleys of her cheeks and pooled onto her jeans, Stan was almost worried he'd upset her by letting her know he needed more time but the smile on her face all but dismissed his thoughts. Suddenly she started nodding, a full smile exposing her beautiful white teeth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his cheek and pulled away.
"I'll wait. I'll wait as long as you need me to Stan. You're worth that."
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Meanwhile, back in school Kyle rushes into the Commons Area, oddly later than his normal arrival. Running towards his locker, he spies Kenny leaning up against his own, talking to Butters. The Jew smiles at the pair and waves his arms frantically, signaling his presence.
"I'm sorry I'm late! My car stalled on me last second and so Ike and I had to walk!" the evident mini piles of snow along his clothing told them that much and Butters was the first to turn and wave.
"It's okay Kyle! Mr. Heinmen is sick today so we don't have first period anyway!" A loud sigh was heard from the ginger as he pulled up to his locker and started swapping out books.
"That's at least helpful. Either way I'm sure my mother let the principal know why I was late." He smiled embarrassed that his mother was still making calls on his behalf. She wouldn't even discuss the idea of college with him yet; Kyle had been relying on his dad for most of the information on deciding his life career. Thus far there were only two options, Lawyer or Doctor and Kyle wanted neither of those. Truth be told he actually enjoyed writing more than anything. His goal was to one day be the world's greatest Romance author. Not that you can get that degree in Harvard but whatever.
Slamming the metal door shut, he leaned his back against the cool sheet and exhaled deeply. That was too close, any later and he would have lost his perfect attendance! A friendly war that began in their freshman year, Wendy and Kyle always had a competition to see who could get straight perfect attendance throughout their high school career. It was tied! 1-1, Kyle missed a day due to a death in the family then Wendy missed one day due to Influenza. With this being their final year no WAY was he going to lose!
Turning his head up towards Kenny, he smiled and waved at his friend who was being abnormally quiet today.
"Hey Kenny! How's it going?" Without warning, Kenny grabbed his bag and turned around, making a dash straight into the Chemistry Lab. Kyle frowned slightly and looked over towards Butters for an explanation, however the blond only shrugged, completely at a loss himself.
This behavior continued all the way through till Noon when Kenny told Butters to tell Kyle to give his extra lunch to Karen today. Frowning, the Jew felt a slight hint of irritation tighten in his chest and he turned away from the unfortunate blonde messenger boy and ordered his lunch, clenching the brown bag tightly in his hand.
"Thanks Kyle! Where's Kenny? He'll miss lunch too!" she took half of the sandwich and began to break off pieces, eating them gently. Kyle sighed and shrugged, sitting next to her for a moment.
"I don't think he's hungry today Karen so you'll have this whole meal to yourself." Karen's eyes widened slightly, beautiful flecks of gold, amber, and emerald dancing together in harmony.
"Is he sick? He HAS to eat or else he won't do so well at work tonight with no energy…" Kyle couldn't agree more but Kenny was adamant about giving her the food so maybe something else was in store for him. Speaking these thoughts to Karen, she could only nod begrudgingly and continue munching on her lunch. Ruffling her hair, Kyle admired the girl with milk chocolate hair, specks of gold peeking through the top due to the sun's gentle caress. She was always smiling when he saw her and it was all thanks to Kenny.
Joining Cartman, Wendy, and Butters at the table, Kyle started in on his own meal ignoring the empty space where Kenny usually sat next to him.
The same behavior was seen during classes as well. Kenny no longer occupied the space next to him like normal but instead took the seat farthest from his own. Trying to catch Kenny in the hallways during the walk to the next class was practically impossible. Whenever he finally caught up with him, Kenny just ducked and disappeared into the crowd of bodies, blending in easily with the other students. Kyle's confusion went to irritation then to just plain anger at the actions his friend was displaying and now he wanted nothing more than to shove the impoverish boy up against a wall to get his explanation. Deciding to outsmart the boy, Kyle bolted out the front door as soon as the bell rang and since they didn't have last class together, Kenny would never know his plan.
Leaning against the entrance way, Kyle spotted the boy exiting the building and taking his usual stance by the fence to wait for Karen. Glaring, the Jew walked right over to the blond and grabbed his wrist tightly, hauling him off to a section of brick behind the building. Kenny was struggling the whole way, shouting out excuses for why he couldn't be dragged off and Kyle finally threw him backwards, letting go of his wrist and allowing gravity to take him wherever it pleased. Butt hitting dirt, Kenny quickly stood up and dusted himself off, trying to escape the red-head's wrath.
"Kenny just STOP! Please!" his voice cracked with desperation and it was enough to cause the other to stand still. "What's going on dude? Did I do something wrong?" that was the first question on his mind, that maybe him being late made Kenny worry. "I'm sorry I was late today, I know I probably should have let you or Butters know earlier but I was so worried about my record I just ran!" Silence, Kenny hadn't even turned around to look at him.
Clenching his fists tightly, Kyle was so confused! What was wrong with him? Had something happened? Was he in trouble?
"Kenny….what's up?" Nothing, "Come on Man! Talk to me!" the quiet shook his resilience more than anything. "Please! Say something! Anything!" Tears of frustration welled up quickly and Kyle shoved them aside with the brush of his sleeve. "What's happened? Why are you so angry with me?" Lowering his head, Kyle felt a strong surge of helplessness and the tears wouldn't stop. He didn't know what was wrong with his friend; all he knew was that he couldn't even look at him anymore. Kyle desperately searched his memory for something, anything that might have set Kenny off but nothing was coming ot mind!
The sound of a boot caused Kyle to look up and see that Kenny was walking away from him. With everything he had, Kyle latched on to Kenny's arm and pulled him back, tears freezing onto his face.
"Kenny at least look at me! Please! Please…." He buried his face into the sleeve of the other boy and sobbed. He was completely off guard, Kenny's actions were really upsetting to him and he couldn't even have time to ponder why he was so angry and hurt. Standing up, Kyle backed away from him, unsure on anything right then. Biting his lip, Kyle snatched up his backpack quickly.
"Fine…I guess if you can't even so much as look at me anymore then I guess I'll just leave you alone for good." He finally saw Kenny's head jerk up and Kyle took this opportunity to make eye contact. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother that you won't even talk to me anymore!" Turning around, Kyle raced out of the School yard, never taking the time to notice Kenny's outstretched hand and mouth hanging open.
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