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Chapter 10: Distress in the Rain

Upon entering the room, Stan comes to find out that Gary isn't inside yet. Neither is Tweek since he's staying in the infirmary for additional time. Stan closes the door part way and ambles over to his bed that he claimed on the right side, placing his stuff on the nightstand then taking off his tie then school blazer and tossing them towards the end of his bed. He sits down on it's edge with a sigh, glad the school day is over and that he can relax now.

No scratch that...

Sitting back with his hands propped behind him and his head looking up at the ceiling, for reasons unknown to him, Stan suddenly acquires the feeling that something is amiss. It's strange really, he doesn't know what's the cause of this feeling, but he knows it's nothing good. This is a vampire school after all, anything can happen here.

Stan heaves another sigh, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. "Shit already went down on our first day here, there's no way I can relax in this place." When he thought this, Tweek immediately came to mind. After all, he was the very first to get bitten by a vampire upon their arrival, and Stan hopes he is the last.

After about ten minutes of trying to discern the odd feeling, a soft knock on the door snaps Stan back to focus with the jump of his shoulders. He turns his body around to see the door slowly being pushed open, Stan quickly standing up with narrowed eyes as he suspects that a vampire is sneaking in. His body tenses up at the thought, and with a nervous bead of sweat trailing down the side of his eyebrow, he scans around the room for something to defend himself with.

Just when he decides to use his binder and makes a reach for it, a nonthreatening voice speaks.

"Hello? Anybody in here?" They ask hesitantly, the door opening all of the way for Stan to get a good look at the intruder.

Standing in the doorway is no vampire, instead it is a relieved looking Gary, hair and uniform slightly disheveled. Stan releases his third sigh of the day and wipes the sweat from his brow, moving away from his binder and his tight muscles loosening as Gary enters the room, closing to door behind him as he makes his way over to his own bed.

"What happened to you dude?" Stan asks, raising an eyebrow at the others faintly messy appearance.

Gary gives him a light chuckle, his school materials on the nightstand and he is unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of his blazer that weren't undone before. "Nothing much really. Got lost after last period, ended up knocking on about five doors on this hall, and one of them opened theirs just to kill me, but a teacher stopped them. I asked him where my room was, but all he told me was how would he know, so I had to knock on a few more doors until I found this one."

A brief silence. "Where was your classroom?" Stan asks again. He couldn't blame him, this building is pretty big to get lost in.

Gary takes a moment to think over Stan's question, then shrugs, taking his blazer off and folding it neatly on his bed. "I don't know, it's somewhere on the other hall I think."

Stan can only stare at him in silence, eyebrow still cocked until he shakes his head and sits back down, causing Gary to chuckle again. There is another short silence until Gary breaks it with a question of his own.

"Where's Tweek?"

It was going to be asked sooner or later Stan thinks to himself. He presses his lips into a tight line, facial expression turning into a look that tells Gary he knows where the other blonde is, although it's something to be concerned about. "He's in the infirmary, his neck started bleeding in second period."

Gary's lips form into a frown. "I see, want to go visit him, if you haven't already?" He offers.

"Sure, let's go." Stan rises to his feet and heads to and opens the door with Gary following after.

Once out into the hallway littered with little students and a few teachers, Stan immediately gets the feeling he felt upon his entering the room many minutes ago. He tries not to appear affected by the funny feeling, walking down the hall and trying to remember where the infirmary is located. The only thing he's able to recall from Kenny's last night tour is that the nurses door is white. Thankfully it stands out from the other brown and black doors in this building.

Although Stan is still attempting to conceal his look of unsettlement, it doesn't go unnoticed by Gary, but he keeps quiet. Thinking Stan is just worried about Tweek is all, and he can relate to that.

They reach the infirmary a minute or two later, the door closed with a written note stating "No students or teachers allowed unless the injury is serious." Both teens stare at the paper in dejection, Stan's stronger since the feeling within him increased.

"Was it that serious? Tweek's injury I mean?" Gary inquires.

Stan shakes his head, turning around and walking back the way to their room. "It only bled a little bit." He stops when he notices Gary not tagging along with him, looking back to see said teen still staring at the door. Stan walks and stands beside him.

"What is it?"

Gary raises a balled fist and knocks lightly on the door, Stan giving him a look as they wait only ten seconds until it is pulling open to reveal a slightly irritated old man peeking through the small gap. His expression changes albeit only a little when he sees that it's two humans.

"I'm sorry, but unless whatever injury you have is critical I cannot allow in any patients at this time."

"Is it okay to see Tweek?" Gary asks.

The male nurse ponders his question for a moment, then moves back pulling the door along with him. He sees no harm since they're human, and most likely friends of his patient, so he doesn't have to worry about them trying to cause the teen anymore trouble.

"Come in."

Stan and Gary walk into the room, immediately spotting Tweek in the bed by the window. Dr. Kero closes the door and saunters over to his rolling chair by the school computer that's situated near, but not close to the cabinets. "School may be over, but don't stay too long," the older man says, sitting down in his seat and working back on his computer.

The two teens approach their unconscious friend, staring at the pale state he is in from their standing position in front of the window. Stan girts his teeth and balls his hands into fists, wondering who the hell could've harmed Tweek again. Gary eyes Tweek solemnly, feeling extremely bad that the crazy haired blonde had to go through so much already in such a short time of them being here.

"Doc, what happened to him?" Stan asks, not taking his eyes off of Tweek.

The old man turns halfway in his seat to look at them. "It's Dr. Kero," he corrects first. "As for what happened to Tweek...I haven't an answer for that since I was out cleaning one of the bed sheets earlier, but a blonde haired student by the name Kenneth was in here with him while I was out. He bandaged his neck, but it wasn't properly wrapped so I fixed it. If you want to know what happened to him, ask Kenneth, I'm sure he can tell you." And with that, Dr. Kero turns back to his computer.

"Oh yeah, he did say that he was coming here earlier," Stan thinks as his body goes slack, recalling when the blonde took off after he told him about Kyle's whereabouts. "Kyle was the one who brought Tweek in here, so that means..."

Stan narrows his eyes into slits, furious now that he knows who the culprit is.

Gary takes notice in his pissed off expression through the corner of his eye, but before he can question his look, Stan turns around and dashes out of the room.

"Stan?!" Gary calls back in shock, turning around and debating whether if he should follow after the noirette or not.

"Go on, it wouldn't do him any good with the mind set he has right now."

Gary stares at the male nurse in confusion, then gives Tweek one last look before running after Stan.

Dr. Kero shakes his head.

During or after school, the roof is like a sanctuary—where one or maybe more could enjoy the weather around them and relax. Whether they were eating, just chatting, or skipping class the roof was the number one place students would go to.

A soaked teenager with blonde hair is standing near the ledge made of metal, hazel cat-like orbs staring up at the dark grey clouds. Kenny has been up here for some time now, he and Kyle share a room with one other person, but they always keep to themself so Kenny forgets that the guy is in there half the time. Kenny doesn't want to go to his room thus is the reason he's out here, wanting to be alone within his thoughts.

Dully, he watches the many rain droplets fall in front of him, and feels them pelting against his body. He knows he's going to get an ear full from the Principal, Kyle too if he knew where the other was about his uniform, but he'll take the consequences without any complaints. The rain is really soothing to Kenny's ears, rather than listening in doors, he prefers to hear them with no obstructions—even if he has to stand out in the rain like he is now to get a better hearing of the sound.

"Kyle...where the hell are you?" Kenny wonders, wanting to search every inch of the building to find his friend, but he doesn't know where to start. He tried using telepathy, but it didn't work. It's like Kyle had shut off his own brain somehow, or he stopped thinking altogether, however Kenny thinks it's the former. A tired sigh escapes through his lips and he angles his head down, looking at the snow covered grass and the many broken branches from the trees from a far away view with the lack of care. He holds his gaze downwards for a few more seconds, then looks up and turns around, walking back inside at a turtle's pace.

Once the cold temperature from outside drops by a small degree from his body, Kenny stops, body dripping with water and landing onto the step he is on. He still doesn't want to go to his room, and he also doesn't want to be bothered by anyone, so that leaves him with no other options. The school may be big, but most of it's rooms are occupied, so that only leaves the roof, courtyar-

Kenny widens his eyes in realization, then descends the rest of the stairs with quick caution. He has the strong urge to slap himself for his stupidity, there are only three places in and out of the building that people go to get away from others, but Kyle only goes to one of them. Barely anyone goes there, only Mr. Thorn's class when he trains his students, and it's the main reason Kyle chose such a place.

It is his true sanctuary.

And that is the courtyard.

"You better be there." Kenny jumps down from the last step and runs down the hall, glad no teacher or administrator is around to scold him. Not like he listens to them anyway. He continues going straight until he rounds a corner, crashing harshly into someone that makes both of them cry out and fall onto their butt.

They both groan, Kenny massaging his chin and inwardly cursing the bastard he bumped into. He opens his eyes with a glare once he's done rubbing his stinging skin, ready to berate the other when the words get lodge in his throat at the sight of the familiar male.

"Stan?" Kenny questions, scowl gone and rising to his feet, then nearing the noirette.

Stan shakes his head to rid the pain of the collision, then looks up at Kenny. The blonde holds out a hand for him to take, and he does so, latching on then being pulled up effortlessly. Stan takes immediate notice in Kenny's appearance, cocking an eyebrow in wonder.

"Dude how long have you been outside?"

Kenny shrugs, feeling not at all ashamed about his drenched self. "Probably ever since fourth period, but what the hell were you doin' runnin' in the halls?" He asks, knowing the other had to have been running otherwise they wouldn't have rammed into each other so hard.

Stan's face turns serious. "I was looking for you, I need to ask you something."

Thanks to his expression, Kenny already knows what the other wants to ask him, so he beats him to it. "You wanna know where Kyle is?"

"I don't give a damn where he is, I wanna know if he was the one who hurt Tweek," Stan corrects hotly. "The nurse told me you were with Tweek at the time, so you must've seen Kyle do it."

Kenny gives him a glare for his tone and accusation. "I didn't see him do shit to Tweek, and what the hell are you gonna do if he did? You know you're no match for him."

Stan presses his lips together and curls his hands into fists, knowing Kenny is right but isn't going to admit it out loud. "Are you seriously defending him? I don't care if he's your best friend or whatever, he had no right hurting Tweek and you know it."

Kenny heaves another tired sigh, losing his glare in the process. "Look, I know you're upset but I honestly didn't see Kyle do anything to him. I gotta go."

Before Stan can stop him, he's already gone, leaving a black haze behind where he once stood. Stan tsk's then curses, not satisfied with Kenny's response. He feels that the other was lying, protecting Kyle just like he said he was even when he knew the redhead was in the wrong.

"Stan!" Said teen turns around to see Gary jogging up to him, stopping once he's near with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. "F-finally," he wheezes. He takes a final deep breath before standing up right. "What's wrong?" He asks, noticing Stan is more than just pissed now.

Stan doesn't answer, walking past him and heading back to their room stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. Gary turns around with a frown, following after him once again.

They walk in complete, tense silence.

Kenny finds Kyle sitting on one of the benches on the side of the fountain, head down with red matted bangs covering his eyes. He approaches him, feet making squishing sounds until Kenny is towering over the teen.

"Kyle?" Kenny calls softly. He sees Kyle's shoulders jump, but it's faint, like he'd just woken him up from a nap.

Slowly, Kyle raises his head to look at Kenny, tired lime-green meeting relieved but concerned hazel. "What is it?" Kyle questions dryly, like he's not in the mood to talk. Kenny's straight lined lips curls into a frown, and he sits next to Kyle.

"Why are you out here?"

There is a short pause. "No reason."

Kenny goes silent for a moment, neither teen looking at the other. "Is it because of what you did?" He hints, earning a sharp glare from Kyle to which he meets calmly.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, you know what you did to Tweek."

The soaked redhead looks away gritting his teeth and forming his hands into weakly shaking fists. "I didn't do anything to him," he mumbles, being half the truth.

"You can tell me Kyle," Kenny pushes earnestly. "I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Kyle clenches his teeth tighter, but his hands slowly lose their strength, relaxing on his lap though still curled. He doesn't respond back, appearing to be struggling if he should or not. If he should confess that he did hurt Tweek or not. Instead, he stands up, but Kenny quickly stops the other from leaving by grabbing his wrist.

"Let go," Kyle demands, voice void of energy.

"Just tell me," Kenny practically begs, standing on his feet and walking in front of Kyle. The redhead's expression changes some, his lips pressing firmly together with wet bangs blocking his eyes once more. Kenny's face morphs into a look of hurt, doesn't Kyle trust him? Aren't they friends, best friends?! Is Kenny the only who thinks that right now? Who thought that in the past?

"Don't you trust me?"

"I do," Kyle answers instantly in a monotone.

"Then why won't you tell me?" Kenny asks, sounding desperate than angry.

There is a moments silence between them, only the heavy rain with a small thunderclap in the distance filling their ears. Kyle looks up, Kenny releasing a silent gasp at the sad look on his face. Such an expression hurts Kenny even more, causing a pang to enter into his heart.

"It's...because I can't," Kyle admits sadly, looking down at the ground. "I can't tell you so please...let me go."

Kenny lets go of his hand without any delay, having never seen Kyle looking like this before, except when they were children. The look isn't exactly the same as the first time Kenny seen it back then, but it is still just as heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry," he hears Kyle say before the teen is gone from his view.

With blonde bangs concealing his troubled eyes, Kenny stands there with no intentions of moving from his spot, the twinge in his heart remaining strong. He can't the get the sad image of Kyle's face from out of his mind, it must be clandestine for him to not even tell someone who's close to him about it. Someone who's been by his side ever since Elementary.

Kenny grips the fabric of his blazer, right where his heart is.

(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will up soon)