Sorry it took so long! I actually finished this one a while ago and never had the time to reread it to fix it, but here it is now and I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry that I've been letting College and the new Kingdom Hearts eat up my life. But it does my heart good that I have still been getting comments once and a while even though I haven't been anything up for a while your comments encourage me. I never expected this story to become as popular as if did (though some people might not consider it very popular I do) I'll try to update more often!

Warnings: um Style is the main pairing, but I'm telling you right now that other pairings are going to show up in the background. And some of them will probably be crack pairings just for the hell of it. There is cursing, but if you're a south park fan that shouldn't be too surprising.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; all characters are owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I mean seriously if I owned South Park do you think I'd be here? Well maybe... But probably not

Chapter ten: Focus on the Fine Print

After Stan came home he didn't answer any of Wendy's calls, that entire night. The phone must have gone off millions of times but Stan ignored it as he spent all this time with me. We played the gamesphere and even made dinner together, it was like one of those sappy TV shows; I love Lucy or something. But I got to admit that when I laid down for bed I was happier then I've been in a long time. There was just one problem; Wendy would not stop calling. And when Stan was asleep, he was out like a light until the alarm rang in the morning so I was the only one awake to hear his phone ring over and over again. I focused my eyes towards the clock to try and read the time when the phone rang for the fiftieth time, 2:36 in the morning. How does Wendy have a perfect attendance record and good grades if she's spending her time calling people over and over again till the wee hours of the morning on a Sunday? I scrambled for the phone as it begins to vibrate again moving and lighting up in the dark. When I finally got a hold of it I turned the fucker off so I could finally get some sleep. Maybe Wendy will go to bed now too.

When we woke up for school and Stan turned on his phone he had over twenty messages in his voicemail (turns out that Wendy decided she didn't need any sleep last night) and didn't listen to one, instead he deleted them all without a second thought. I have to admit I felt great after he did it. He smiled at me as I grabbed my backpack and followed after him. He opened the truck door for me and kissed my cheek.

"Ready for school?" I make a face and hit him upside the head.

"Don't treat me like a chick Stan it isn't funny. " I smiled and started up the car.

"I wouldn't dream of it Kyle."

We parked and got out of the truck as new snow began to fall. Stan laughs sticking his tongue out in a bad attempt to catch snowflakes. I chuckle and head for class and he grabs my hand weaving our fingers together. We enter the school side by side. And even as the kids stared all I noticed was Stan.

"Kyle Broflovski, The student president would like to see you in her office," I looked up from the notes I was writing, to look at Bebe who was standing in the doorway of the class room. My teacher stopped on her lecture to signal me to get out of the class room and I followed after Bebe. Ever notice how much longer the hallway feels when you're in trouble? Since middle school Wendy has found ways of taking control of the schools. She's now student president once again and has manipulated the staff into giving her, her own office. Being sent to see Wendy Testaburger is equal to being sent to the principal's office if not then it's worse. I finally reach the door but I hesitate going in. I could think of a million reasons why Wendy would want to see me and none of them were good. I considered just walking away right then, but Wendy would find me out eventually and it was best to just get it over with. I opened the door and sighed in relief that Wendy wasn't in there, or so I thought. As soon as I sat down the chair swirled around and there she was. The sad thing is, is that I nearly jumped out of my skin though I've seen hundreds of movies where something similar has happened.

"Hello Kyle so glad that you could make it," She shifted the papers on her desk, not even bothering to look at me. I shifted in the chair and grabbed a mint from the bowl set on the corner. Just to clam my nerves.

"Kyle, how long would you say that we've known each other?"

"Since you started dating Stan in the third grade..."

"And how long have you been friends with Stan?"

"Since preschool..." Wendy nodded empathically at my response, finally looking up at me once all of her papers had been sorted out. I couldn't help but feel like this was some sort of trick.

"Now, Kyle we've been good friends for a long time so when I heard all those horrible rumors about you and Stan I knew we needed to get together and talk this out." She got up from her chair and walked over to one closer to me; each step was slow, deliberate like they had all been planned out ahead of time. She sat down only to pull the chair closer and I remained quiet.

"Rumors of you two holding hands and shamelessly flirting in the halls, why the very thought of your good name being dragged so carelessly through the mud made me cringe. So I knew from the moment I heard about them that I would have to bring you in here so that we could both stop this before it got any worse." She grasped my hand the way the councilor does when they're trying to get you to reveal all your problems to them at once. But that sympathy didn't make it to her eyes and I knew what she wanted to hear and I wasn't going to give it to her.

"Those aren't rumors Wendy; I'm surprised Stan didn't tell you sooner. Everything you've heard is true. He's completely and one hundred percent gay for me and I've recently decided that I'm gay for him too. We're almost an item now and we're VERY happy," I squeezed her hand saying each word very slowly almost like a father trying to explain to a little girl that the puppy they just bought likes her brother more than her and it isn't her fault. I felt the whole ordeal might even be giving me the upper hand. Wendy stood up her cheeks red, she's one of those people that fluster easily when she's angry. In fact rage wasn't Wendy's strong suit, there are some girls that are pretty when their angry...Wendy isn't one of those girls.

"Stan and I have a special bond that you couldn't possibly-"

"We fucked over the weekend Wendy." I watch from my seat as her mouth gaps slightly as she tries to grasp at something to say. She isn't able to find anything and a pregnant silence falls between us. I didn't want it to come to this. I wanted Stan to tell her and everything to work out from there. I once saw a movie on that Logo channel where this guy comes out to his girlfriend and she was totally okay with it. They still stayed best friends and she even helped him with his problems and stuff, she becomes his fag hag whatever that means. But that's just a movie; I should have known that things wouldn't go that smoothly, that Wendy wasn't fag hag material. Because this isn't a movie, this is reality and things aren't ever like the movies. Every time Wendy's nails hit the wood of the desk it makes a sharp clicking noise. That's the sound of Wendy thinking, her nails tapping constantly against that desk. It is really quite annoying.

"Kyle do you remember Miss Ellen? She was a substitute teacher we had in elementary school that had almost become our permanent teacher, remember?" How could I forget? Miss Ellen had quickly become the object of affection for all of us and almost as quickly disappeared. I nodded to show Wendy I understood what she meant.

"And do you know why she had to go?" Everything in the room suddenly seemed colder and I slowly shook my head no.

"She was getting too close to Stan, kind of like you are now. And I don't take kindly to others trying to take what's mine."

"Stan isn't a possession to be owned Wendy."

"Oh Kyle I didn't realize how naïve you really are until this point. Everything and everyone are possessions just waiting to be owned; I thought being friends with someone like Eric Cartman would teach you that." I stood up tempted to tell her off, scream at her or at the very least punch her hard in the face. But at this point it wouldn't fix anything; it wouldn't make either of us feel better. Instead I turned away and started to head for the door.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this Kyle, if things had been different then perhaps we could have been really good friends." I don't turn back to look at her, but I'm sure she knew how badly her words stung. I didn't want to fight Wendy, she's a nice person, but I'm not going to give up Stan. I open the door and leave not another word is said.

At lunch Stan greeted me with a chaste kiss and a tight hug, but my mind was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to pay attention to the stares that it caused.

"You didn't ever tell Wendy about us did you Stan?" I already knew that answer but I had to get this off my chest.

"No, why would I have to tell that bitch anything?' Stan makes face and I open my mouth to say something, maybe even tell him what had happened, when suddenly there's a shout.

"Hey everyone there's a fight in the quad!" And soon as shown by stereotypical high school behavior everyone is flocking there like a herd of wild animals. I'm not usually one to partake in such childish attics, unfortunately Stan is. Before I can even notice he already has our fingers weaved together and has dragged me into the group of fellow high schoolers to watch the fight. With so many people pushing around it's hard to see what's going on. I have to push people out of the way just to catch a glimpse of what's happening. I make it to the very front with some shoving and I see Cartman in the very center of the ring made by a slew of his henchmen preventing anyone else from getting in. I shift to look over the guy's shoulder and suddenly I can see Tweek on the other side. He's shaking violently trying to move as far from Cartman as possible. Why is it that all the teachers are never around when you need them? Cartman says something but I can't hear him over the roar of the crowd chanting. Tweek stumbles back trying to break through the circle, but Clyde pushes him back in. Cartman shoves Tweek to the ground and he winces, his whole body twitching. He shakily wipes blood off of his hands and onto his shirt. I try to make it over, but there are too many people in the way. I watch helplessly as Cartman throws the next punch and Tweek hits the ground blood dripping from his lip. The crowd cheers and tries to press closer. The group has gotten a taste for blood and they want more. No one's going to stop Cartman. But why isn't Tweek fighting back? Tweek looks up at Cartman and slowly gets up again ready to allow Cartman to continue the beating. In fact he barely puts up the effort to protect himself. Cartman raises his fist again ready to put all his bulk into beating Tweek down. His fist swings through the air with such ease, since when does Cartman have such strength? But thankfully, this time it never makes it to Tweek's face. Craig catches it, a loud smack as Cartman's fist connects to Craig's palm.

"That's enough Cartman." Craig stands up properly pushing Cartman's hand away as he stands strong in front of Tweek.

"You think its okay to protect this fag Craig? Then maybe it's time that you see who this fag is after." Cartman holds up a beaten down book for everyone to see. From the looks of it was a worn journal with Tweek's name hastily written across the front of it, how did Cartman get a hold of it?

"Or perhaps you already know and that's why you're protecting him," Cartman flips open the pages and show them off as if it was show and tell. It's page after page of pictures of Tweek and Craig together or sometimes just Craig all by himself. There's the occasional heart and on one page it says Craig and Tweek Tucker it letters so nice that it must have taken someone like Tweek hours to write. The whole thing looked more like it belonged to a girl in middle school, not something you'd expect a boy in high school to have. But it was sweet and sincere, full of insecurities and hidden dreams things people are afraid to tell each other. But that isn't how things like that are viewed in high school, the group lets out a snicker and already there are whispers as they point and chuckle. Craig glanced back at Tweek and there's a slight change of expression. Most people wouldn't have noticed it, but I've known Craig long enough that I could. It was an expression that showed Craig had no clue about Tweek's hobby and wanted to know why he didn't. Tweek didn't try to defend himself, he looked away ashamed. It was why he hadn't been fighting back to defend himself. Because he thought if he didn't fight back Cartman wouldn't show this to Craig, but now it lay exposed in front of everyone. And all of them stood here judging them. Cartman laughed and tossed the book onto the ground and Tweek quickly gathered it to his chest. The action of this only caused the crowd to become more riled. Waiting for the chance to join in; it was like a hive mind bent on Tweek's destruction.

"So Craig are you still willing to stand up for your faggy little friend," Cartman leaned back his arms crossed. It was proof that Cartman was winning. Or at the very least that he thought it was. He reeked confidence from every pore of his body as he stood there standing straighter trying to look bigger, more in control.

"Fuck off Cartman, I said that's enough and I mean it," Cartman pauses and for a second that smirk slides off his face, but he quickly puts it back on. He shakes his head and the tsking sound escapes his lips. He has a knack for pretending that everything was going according to his plans though I could tell from that slip that he had expected Craig to stay on his side.

"Craig, don't let them turn you into a fag too," Cartman snaps his fingers and suddenly Bill and Fosse are holding Craig down. He tries to pull away but their grip doesn't move.

"We'll just have to teach you a lesson so that next time you know better than to hang around with fags huh Craig?" Cartman cracks his knuckles and the beating starts. Craig struggles to move, but Bill and Fosse are two bulks of stupid, all weight and no brains. With one punch blood splatters off of Craig and onto Clyde. He simply wipes it off in disgust; he makes no effort to save a guy he considered a friend until just a few moments before. I try to push through the crowd but the kids easily push back everyone else trying just as hard to get to the front. People never lose that blood lust that has been in our history since the beginning; to them this is just like a gladiator fight. It was all just a show that has been put on for their amusement. Then once again there's a deafening silence and each punch sounds like it's in high definition.

"What's going on here?" The crowd parts like the Red Sea, revealing Wendy. She stepped forward and people quickly began to leave. Wendy's known for giving worse punishment then the principal and she had the power to do it. She stood with pose, confidence and if possible more forced power then Cartman, his fists covered in Craig's blood. Soon it was just us.

"Gah W-Wendy, Cartman is B-beating Craig up," Tweek manages to stutter. The people that had been holding Tweek back had let go but this journal was badly ripped. Wendy moved closer and Bill and Fosse dropped Craig to the ground. His eye was swollen shut and as he crumples up on the ground like a thrown out piece of trash, coughing up blood.

"Is this true Cartman?" Cartman doesn't answer Wendy's question instead he tilts his head towards me and Stan. Wendy looks over and focuses on our hands still holding tightly on to each other. Wendy's lips tighten into a thin line and she stands straighter.

"Craig is a fag for Tweek and I was just showing what happens to fags in the real world." Cartman smirks fixing his beanie casually. Then he remembers the blood on his hands and chooses to wipe it off on his jeans. It shows as dark smears that will forever be there.

"Well maybe it would teach Craig that he should know better than to make his private matters public," Wendy replies. She doesn't look at Cartman when she says it or at Tweek crawling over to the now helpless Craig, no, she looks directly at me with hate beaming for every fiber of her being. Cartman laughs at the remark patting Wendy on the back.

"I couldn't agree with you more, hippie" Cartman walks over to Patty Nelson and warps an arm around her. Wendy glares at me one more time before walking off. Cartman and Patty talk like nothing happened as slowly Cartman's posse scatters to do their own thing. When it's just the four of us I pull away from Stan and walk over to Tweek and Craig.

"Stan I have a first aid kit in my locker could you go get it?" Stan nods and runs off; too stressed to even make a smart ass remark about the fact that I keep a first aid kit at school. I help Craig sit up, but even that is hard on him and he ends up having to lean back on Tweek just to stay up.

"I'll go get you some water try not to move too much," I get up and hurry to the bathroom, but even as I walk away I can hear Tweek crying that it was his fault. I open the door and Kenny is there washing his hands. He flicks the water off quietly.

"I figured you'd come in here." He pushes back his hood and goes over to me.

"Craig's hurt really bad he needs some water," I meet him halfway and begin grabbing paper towels wetting them in the sink. Kenny nods watching. He knows that Craig is hurt I'm sure he had been part of the ring though I didn't see him. That was part of his job after all.

"Can you believe that Wendy didn't do anything?" I didn't mean to say it right then, but I was just so angry I needed someone to talk to and Kenny was always good with this sort of thing.

"Cartman promised that he'd get Stan back for her." I stop the water and watched the last of it slip down the sink before looking at Kenny in the mirror.

"What?"

"He told her that some innocent people might have to be hurt for her to get her man back and she agreed. I don't know that details because I was forced to wait outside."

"Those Fuckers!" I gathered up the wet paper towels cursing under my breath. It was everything in my power to not just drop everything and hunt Cartman down, in attempt to beat him bloody. But that would only give him an advantage as soon as I was suspended from school. I stormed to the door and grabbed the handle.

"Oh and Kyle?" I paused and Kenny walks over handing me a bottle of water. "It's for Craig; He'll probably want it to wash the taste of blood out of his mouth." I smile.

"Thanks Kenny."

"Don't thank me Kyle, I didn't do anything but watch one guy beat up another. I wish I could do more but I wouldn't want to blow my cover."

"No Kenny you've done a lot, the information you give me is going to save others from what happened to Craig In the end you'll be a hero too." I walk out before Kenny can say anything else. Together Tweek and I bandage up Craig the best we can. He stands and tries to be strong. He says he's fine and thanks us for our help. But after a few steps he collapses and we have to carry him to Stan's truck. We take him to the hospital where he ends up needing stitches… a lot of them.