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The crowd pushed one another to see the grand and common spectacle of the duel between the famous Kyle and Cartman of South Park High. It was common, but a spectacle nonetheless. We were famous for it, our school I mean. Other schools knew about the duo and the parents would stay away from us because of it. The parents who hadn't a clue didn't find out until their child would come home (usually a freshman) and rave about it. The parent would get mad beyond belief and force the school to take action. The school would suspend and give out detentions to the two, but with their obvious hate for one another, that wouldn't stop them. Now, after three years and about four months in highschool, the teachers rallied up to actually do something. Talk about last minute plans.
The coach had a bone to pick with the two, mostly because once in his class when they were sophmores he tried to break up the fight and he got some good punches for getting in the way. Now everyone knows not to get directly in between the two in their infamous fist fights, the best way to stop them is to grab them from behind. Really, the lateness of the faculty's plan to put this to a permanent stop was on hold for three years and four months, because they weren't eighteen yet. Now that they were, the law had a real hold on them and they couldn't hide behind their parents anymore. Not that it bugged me, but I found it amusing.
Kyle wasn't a bad person (so I'm not amused by his suffering), but I found it funny how Cartman would have to put up with the Jew from now on. The only bad thing is that there would be no more crowds like this. Why was that a bad thing? Well, mostly because I enjoyed to see Kevin from the other side of the crowd watching with an apathetic face. He didn't care much for school fights, but he watched nonetheless (and was in front in the crowd to boot).
The only time he ever showed emotion in the fights was when Kyle and Cartman would come a little bit too close to his liking he would open his eyes real wide and back away behind the nearest person to him. I usually wondered why he would waste his time watching fights when I knew he didn't like them. I always found Kevin really, contradicting. That's actually the only word to describe him.
Contradicting.
After the fight ended, I gathered up my courage and ran to him, catching up to his pace. "Hey, Kev." I said. Really, we weren't that close, but I was the one who talked to him the most.
"Clyde." He raised his head in acknowledgment. He yawned and stretched his arms out bluntly.
That's another thing I liked about Kevin. He did whatever he wanted to in open public. He scratched his ass, he ate baby food, he drew lightsabers and hung them up in his binders and lockers, and he even took his Darth Vader mask or some dark cape to school sometimes. It's funny, because it wasn't the cheap ten dollar mask that covered only your face, it was the entire helmet that had sound and everything. Sometimes he would take his cheap lightsabers to school, not wanting to take his expensive ones. For God sakes, I once saw him dressed completely as Darth Vader (every inch of his costume, from the helmet to the suit and schoes) while I was shopping for eggs in the supermarket! The fucking supermarket! Who wears a Darth Vader suit to the fucking supermarket!
"Did you do the homework for English?" I asked.
He took his cape and flung it dramatically to his side. "Homework I did. Copy it, do you want?" Did I mention he talks like Yoda at times?
"Duh. I was playing video games and I didn't feel like doing it." I explained.
"Aha!" He said and pointed to the ceiling as if discovering something important. "Tempted you were not, by the dark side?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes, already used to his erotic behavior. "Oh, Bebe asked me out again."
"Again?" He asked in his normal voice.
"Uh-huh. Can't keep away from my sexy bod." I bragged.
"You going with her?" He asked rolling his eyes.
I blushed a little. Honestly, I only went with Bebe to make Kevin jealous, and whenever he seemed annoyed or tired by the subject, I couldn't help but get my hopes high. "Can't let the babes down." I said in a smug smile.
"What babes? They only go to you for shoes." He said.
"How could you say that!" I asked baffled.
"Because after you buy them a new pair of schoes practically free, they dump you. They ask you out whenever they want one. Red who is dating Token asks you out sometimes. Do you think he minds? Nope. Because he knows that she only does it to get free shoes." Kevin explained.
I literally slumped, feeling deflated. "You always have to burst my bubble, don't you?" I ask.
"Yep. Now do you want to hear something important?" He asked, disregarding my announcement like trash.
"Is it Star Wars?" I asked rolling my eyes.
"... no..." He said sheepishly.
"It's Star Wars." I confirmed.
He sighed and said, "Yes."
"What?" I said with a sigh.
"I heard from a friend that there's this third trilogy! A third one! Can't you believe it! It's where Luke turns to the dark side, and Lea has to save him! I hear Lucas wants to make the third trilogy. It's only a rumor, but God wouldn't that be epic?" He ranted.
"That old men should stop raping movies." I commented.
"This is a third trilogy, Clyde. It's not raping movies, it's making new ones." He explained.
"Whatever, I need to get to anatomy class anyways." I said.
"Anatomy class? Sounds too smart for you." He said. Did I mention he's too blunt and doesn't care for other's feelings by what he says.
"Gee, thanks Stoley." I roll my eyes. "It was either that or Physics, and I'd rather learn about the human body *wink wink* than about stupid shit." I said.
"Stupid shit! You know it's actually the natural science that studies matter and motion throughout spacetime. It brushes through concepts as energy and force and it has to do with the analysis of nature and it reveals how the universe behaves and the order of it." He said in his arrogant, matter-of-fact tone.
"Uh-huh, and anatomy has to do with boobs. I get it." I answered.
"Boobs! That's such a crude way of putting it! Anatomy has to do with biology and the branch and study of medicine! Did you know medicine is 200 years behind science! And about 100 or 150 years behind engineering!" He ranted.
"Wow... fascinating." I said in a voice oozing out apathy. I swear he's worse than Kyle. Like a walking encyclopedia.
"Hey Clyde, can I ask you a favor?" He said out of no where.
My interest perked up. "What?" I asked.
"Well, you know I have a thing for Star Wars, right?" He asked.
"A 'thing' for Star Wars? You wore a Darth Vader costume to the supermarket!" I said.
He laughed his cute laugh, the one when he snorts and cackles. "Oh yeah! I just felt like it." He giggled.
I had the urge to ruffle his hair, but I restrained from it. "That freaked me out, dude. There I was, in the early morning, getting eggs and milk when I turn to see Darth Vader picking a stick of butter across from me. I nearly jumped back!" I said.
He laughed more, snorting and not caring how he sounded. "Well, anyways." He started once he calmed down. "There's this Star Wars convention coming up in three weeks. I was going to bring a pen pal friend, but he just went through a family tragedy where his brother died."
"Shit." I said.
"I know right, that must suck! But anyways, I have no one to drive me to California. Can you come with me? If you're not busy." He asked. His eyes big and wide, so cute I couldn't resist. God I'm so fucking gay.
"In three weeks?" I asked.
"It's during winter break, so it should be fine." He said.
"Do I have to dress up?" I asked, a brow quirked up.
"Maybe... If you want, or you can just wear a Star Wars T-shirt." He said. "I have a bunch, so I can lend you."
Winter Break with Kevin. Having him all to myself for Winter Break. Driving in a rode trip for hours with him, going to California, wearing his T-shirt... I would be insane to decline.
"Sure. I just gotta check with my parents." I said.
"Oh, sure. Just text me. Do you want my number?" He asked.
Shit, and I get his digits too! Fuck, there has to be a catch somewhere. This is too good to be true.
"Sure." I hand him my phone. "Just type in your name and digits." I said.
He did so. "Just text me when your parents answer you. I'll save your number in my contacts then." He turned to go to the hallway where his class was. He turned back to me and thrashed his cape dramatically behind him. "May the force be with you, Padawan." He said, trying to make his voice sound deeper, and failing.
I chuckle and roll my eyes as I walk to the opposite side to my Anatomy class.
This is going to be sweet.
A/N: Actually, for any Star War fans out there (which I actually am), I did hear from my teacher that there might be a Third Trilogy, and that the third trilogy is written in a book somewhere. Unfortunately, I don't know the name of it, or I would have read it a long time ago. Also... after writing this, I have the urge to dress up as Darth Vader and go to a supermarket.