High School – Chapter 11: Stutters

A/N: Some people might hate this chapter! BUT! Please remember people in real life go through many relationships and changes until they find 'the one'. Don't hate me and stop reading! Building character here!

Sorry about changing P.O.V.s so much.

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*Kenny's Point of View*

The sound of Pat Benator's singing flooded my ears as I woke on August eighth. A smile slowly spread across my face as my crappy little phone sang the lyrics, "We are young! Heartache to heartache we stand! Ahhh~ Ahh~ No promises~ No demands! Love is a battlefield… Woah~ We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong~! Searching our heart for sooo~ long, both of us knowing… Love is a battlefield." Kyle was the only one that knew just how much I loved this song. I sprung up from my bed and danced around the room. Today felt like a good start to this new school semester. Kyle still had my parka so I would have to settle. I pulled a t-shirt on and then put on a hoodie to cover my face. I grabbed some jeans to wear and stuffed my feet in some shoes by the door.

My phone buzzed as I left: Walk me to school. The last photo he sent me sitting above it drew my gaze momentarily until I snorted and slid the device into my pocket, jogging across the railroad to Kyle's house. "Hey!" Kyle stood outside with my parka in his arms. He looked so happy to see me. He held it up to help me get the jacket on. I fixed the hood over my other to fully cover my face. We began walking and I felt him grab my hand. This had to be the best morning I had had in quite a while.

"So," -his voice drew my attention down to him- "I still have the weed your brother left you and the next clue." Right! The scavenger hunt. I had forgotten about it with how business I had been the past month. The reminded me, I really should inform Kyle why I went to LA before it became a big deal.

We stopped in our tracks, "Kyle," -he slowly turned to me- "We can finish the scavenger hunt later. I need you to know why I went to LA." I gulped, my nerves rising and I took his other hand. "A studio asked me to be in a tv show called Spirits. Marjorie agreed to it right away because it would get me even more on the radar. It airs in January. I'm one of the side characters that fight against the Blonde Woman who wishes to enslave Wolf… It might be kind of confusing in the end, but I thought you should know. Trailers are set to air starting in September. They might also call me back to re-shoot scenes or do more if the character gets popular enough." Our texts during the past month flashed into my mind causing me to think about that photo of him again.

Kyle seemed in awe as he stared up at me until he jumped on me, giving me an embrace I wasn't expecting. "Congratulations! This is what you wanted, right?" He smiled up at me as he let his feet hit the ground. That reaction meant everything to me.

I caressed his cheek, "Can I come over to your place later?" His eyes were owl-like as he stared up at me and then slowly nodded.

He glanced away, pulling his face from my touch, "Just let me know when you're coming because my dad's been weird. Ike has been helping me out, but he keeps glaring at me or lecturing me about drug and safe sex. I don't-I don't need him to give me more of a reason for that shit. Are you okay with sneaking in?" I snorted, pressing more forehead to is. His small smile in return was all I needed to know everything would be fine.

We began our walk to school, my mind now flooding with the image as I let my eyelids drift shut. The left side of his face peeking out from behind the view of his raised ass. It had been one of the sexiest images he had shot. One of his hands was curled up around his left butt-cheek to spread the area open where everything could be seen – his asshole to the cock the hung between her thin thighs. Although what really caught my action was the light blush he wore, his face had almost matched the color of his hair.

When we arrived at school, the first thing I heard was Bebe's voice yelling throughout the halls. "Bitches! Line up and get the information for my amazing sixteenth birthday P-A-R-T-Y!" She threw a load of fliers into the air, grinning wickedly as she walked down the halls. "Come one! Come ALL!"

I chuckled, she saw Kyle and I coming in her direction. "Hey, you're coming, right?" She hooked her index finger on the front of my parka stuffing fliers into the clothing. Next, she turned to Kyle and did the say. "If you say you can't I'm going to be pissed! And, if you say your agent has you busy for the twenty-fourth, you're wrong! I already called her. Had to make sure my gal-pal could make it." She shot me a devilish look of success.

"Of course, I'll be there." Kyle and I were both removing fliers from our shirts until she stuffed more into them with a raised brow.

She glanced at us, "You two better be arriving as a fucking couple too." When she walked between us she smacked us on the asses. "Woo!" She flung her arms in the air, seeming to be in a strangely good mood. I would have to speak with her later.

I looked back at Kyle, "What does your schedule look like this year?" He removed a slip of paper from his binder and hand it to me. First Period: Creative Writing, Second: Astronomy, Third: Honors' English II, Fourth: Geography, Fifth: Geometry, Sixth: Drivers' Ed, and Last: French II. "Well, we have second, fourth, and fifth together." He snorted, glancing up at me as I handed him the paper back. I put my hand on the top of his head, smiling at him for a second before nodding and turning down a different hall.

Craig's Point of View

Great… The first day of the new semester. People hopped up to me with fliers as soon as I entered the school and I flicked them off in a quick response. Fuck, I didn't want to be dealing with school again. I would do whatever I wanted to do after school in my own time. Stan appeared beside me and I gave him a nod to which he returned the gesture.

Stan began speaking and I stayed mute, "Hey, man, you look really pissed this morning." I pulled out my schedule having just discovered what my mom signed me up for. He snickered, "Fashion. That's definitely you. You'll rock that class." I glared at him and he defensively held up his hands. "At least, Bebe and Butters are going to be in there with you." Oh my god, that thought somehow made it worse. Why couldn't Tweek be in there with me? "You should have signed up for Creative Writing, I heard from Kyle that Tweek is going to be in that class." I grimed, why the fuck, mom? The sarcastic tone in my head getting louder with each passing second.

He patted my back and disappeared into the Creative Writing room. This would be great- No, it would be a fucking fabulous year!

Wendy's Point of View

My fingers raked through my hair as I located a good seat in Speech class. I had plans this year. No distractions and drama. Everything would go smoothly where it didn't last time. The bells run and I heard the halls empty. The teacher introduced herself, and then the morning announcements took over.

Hello! And good morning, students! Welcome back to High School! And Freshmen, welcome to the new building! Today is August eighth! The weather outside is looking as though it might rain, so, I hope everyone brought an umbrella! For lunch, we'll be serving Cheese pizza or Spicy Chicken wraps with the side choice of corn and rice or a pickle and warm roll. Your dessert choices will be a vanilla frozen swirl cup or a mini ice cream sandwich. August sixteenth, we will be hosting a Homecoming dance in the school's gym! August seventh, the school will then be hosting a big talent show for all to show off their skills! Extra activities after school will begin next week. Anyone who is interested in signing up for anything sign-up sheets will be posted on the board outside the principal's office.

Now! Before I end this, I was asked by Mrs. Bebe Stevens to add in that she will be having her sixteenth birthday party the twenty-fourth! She's inviting everyone in the school… That's so sweet! Okay! Thank you, students, enjoy your day!

Everyone glanced around awkwardly in the room until things were settled. The teacher drawing all the attention back towards the front where she could continue. When the bell rang, I got up and gathered my things, heading for the sign-up boards where I could begin my work.

I wrote my name on each sheet of the club I was in last year, and then signed up for office work where I could assist them when they needed the help. Next, I went to look at the talent show list. Wow… Three people had already signed up. Eric, Bebe, and Butters. Not a surprise there. I wrote mine and Red's name beneath theirs. We had discussed our idea over the summer and become quite excited about the concept. It was a complete one-eighty to what we did last year.

My body threw itself against the wall when Craig came running down the hall. What the– I threw my head back again when Kenny came after him. The pair would never change. I watched as Kenny jumped on Craig's back while he wrote, muffled protests coming from the other boy as Craig continued writing something. I watched Kenny slide from Craig's back, the brunette grinning wickedly and handed the other guy the capped pen he finished using. I shook my head thinking, 'Poor Kenny...'

Tweek's Point of View

"Agh! Henrietta, I don't know!" I rushed after her, glancing over my shoulder as we made our way to third period, but we hadn't located the room yet. For a moment it was looking like we wouldn't make it to class on time.

Henrietta grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner, "Here it is."

We walked into the room hand in hand, Kyle already in a seat at the front between Butters and Token. Wendy and Red off to the mid-right switching papers back and forth. They already looked as though they had a year's work. Henrietta pulled me toward the back seats where we could relax until the teacher decided to take his position.

All class I felt unexcited and bored. Summer had brought me to the edge of my seat and I really wanted it back. Craig and I had grown closer, but nothing had changed since we went to that movie. It was killing me that I couldn't change anything. My fist clenched I had to be more determined if I wanted things to go my way. Maybe I could ask him to Homecoming? I snorted, there was no way that could happen. He would probably turn down that idea before I even put it out there. My note-taking got off track as I thought about my crush. But, then why the hell would he hold my hand if he doesn't like me?

Butters' Point of View

Alrighty! I had plans to fulfill and my-o-my that would be done! Our lunch break had come and so had my decision. I pulled the folded slip of paper from my pocket, placing it on Stan's lunch tray when he had his back turned talking to Kenny as he came over to join us. My gaze shifting to Wendy slipping in beside me. Shit! She would ruin everything.

I turned back to stare at the note trying to decide what I could possibly do in this situation. Kyle and Henrietta taking the last two empty seats at the roundtable. When Stan finally turned back, he continued to talk to Kenny until he reached for his role. One of his eyebrows rose when he noticed the new item on his plate. "What?" He smirked, but when he began to open it he stopped and pocketed the paper. "I'll read my love letter later." His chuckle was disheartening, but it was far too late to back out now.

Wendy bumped my shoulder, "So, the girls and I wanted to invite you over Saturday night for karaoke night and our sleepover. You have to come. Henrietta, you too!" She perked up, grinning at the other girl as she rolled her eyes leaning over to whisper something to Kyle. They're so close whispering things to each other like they're besties.

I bounced slightly, "Of course I'll come. It would be my honor." Wendy and my friendship began blossoming at Clyde's party in Stan's house. She had admitted to disliking me, but then we began talking through it. Our relationship might be a work in progress. However, things couldn't be working out better than this. The only thing that might send us off the path to friendship again is the fact that Wendy still held feelings for Stan; which I heard from Millie who heard from Lola who said she got the information from Bebe. But, I had learned not to trust Lola because she's a two-faced bitch when it comes to Wendy being that Wendy dated Token when Lola had a crush on him. If I sat down and had a conversation with every girl in school, I could easily gather a massive amount of information on each individual.

Stan's Point of View

After lunch, I went to my locker to grab my books for class but stopped when I went digging through my pockets. That's right! There was a note on my plate. Such an old school thing to do. Unfolding the slip of paper, I took in the words written in a beautiful script.

From B To S

Let me embrace you as you let roses bleed from your eyes

Let me carry you through the storm of denial

My darling beauty of wonder

My Gothic Prince, the knight I seek in the day

Let me spoil you till you drown from love and care

Have faith that I'll be there

You hold powers all others fear

Let me understand my dear

Will you have my hand?

Homecoming is near.

Who could have written something like this? B? B…? Obviously, I'm S, but B…? I glanced up seeing Butters leaving the cafeteria with Kenny. There's no way that's correct. Of course, that would explain why it's Kenny's handwriting. But then, it didn't sound like something either one of those two would come up with. I flicked the poem between my fingers. This had Henrietta's poem style all over it. Did those three work together? No, Henrietta wouldn't work with Kenny without Kyle being involved as well. She didn't care for Butters enough to ever think of the idea. I snorted, those four working together where I would go out with Butters. They must really care.

Well, I have my answer already for him. One of my eyebrows rose and I pulled out my notebook, deciding to respond the same way he asked me. This would be fun.

Butters' Point of View

My arms hugged a big lion as I stood at the door in front of the Testaburger's home. This reminded me of the time I had to dress up as Marjorine. Only now I wouldn't have to dress up as a girl to get inside. One of my hands darted out to ring the bell but stopped. I jumped, turning as Red bounced up with big bags slung over her shoulders. "Hey, Butters, how are you doing?" She stepped up beside, pressing the bell and bumping against my left side.

The door swung open, Annie wiggling around before grabbing our wrists to pull us inside. "Tonight is gonna be great!" She dragged us into the house yelling up the steps, "Wendy! Wendy! Everyone is here now!"

Bebe jogged out from the kitchen in a pair of sports shorts to show off her long legs and a white tank top. I blushed, I had never seen her breasts so revealed before. My gaze shifted to Emily who stood at the top of the steps. "Come on, the party is upstairs!" Red racing up the steps with Annie. I watched Bebe carry a tray of snacks and drinks upstairs. It felt awkward to be the only guy around. I hoped they knew even if I had a crush on Stan that I still liked girls. My arms tightened around the lion in my arms as I once again entered the female world.

When I entered the room, Wendy, Henrietta, Lola, Mandy, and Esther sat on the floor together. Red had already thrown her stuff down to get comfortable beside Wendy. Annie falling on the bed with a bag of chips in her arms. Bebe walked in next to me and bumped my hip with hers.

Wendy threw her hands up, "Hey! Welcome to the party, Butters." She smirked, slipping an arm around Red's shoulders. "We were just about to play a little truth or dare. You have to join. My parents will be back in no time with pizzas." I slowly sat down in front of her tossing my bag next to the rest.

Emily laughed, "truth or dare is so lame. Besides, we normally end up just talking about our crushes. Can't we just skip to the juicy bits of the night?" She rolled her eyes and wiggled her arms around, giggling following the strange gesture.

All of them began to get on the in a tight circle causing me to become confused. Mandy perked up, "Do you think Kyle and I would be a cute couple?"

Bebe scoffed, "that might be an interesting idea, but he's taken." She crossed her arms one-hundred percent serious. All the girls turned to the pretty blonde next to me. "Kenny and Kyle, duh." She threw out one of her hands seeming annoyed out there ignorance. I watched her eyes roll, "You guys know how Kenny and I had sex, right? Well, I found out Kenny actually has a massive crush on Kyle too." I listened to the dumbfounded gasps from Bebe's news.

Red pumped her fist and then clapped. "Yes! I knew it! I wanted to cast Kenny as the Prince in The Little Mermaid and Kyle as Ariel, but neither of them would let me."

Lola interrupted with a loud clearing of her throat. One of her brows rose, "I honestly don't see what all the hype about a guy who always wears a dumb hat in. He never even speaks to us. Token as least pays us half a mind." Groans spread throughout the room. This must be a common topic for Lola to bring up.

Esther ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it out and tossing it about, "I wish you would give up Token as a topic. He's just such… He's a player hopping from girl to girl as he does. Wendy, Bebe, Mandy… Some of us have been talking, Lola. It seems like you like sloppy seconds."

The brunette scoffed, "What the fuck? Wendy dated him after I told everyone that I had a big crush on the guy! Does nobody even remember that bullshit!?" She shot up, furious as tears began rolling down her cheeks. "Besides, what they didn't wasn't even dating! Token told me all about 'your time together'." Her attitude had become cruel and mocking. "Stop being a bitch to me because I'm happy and you're not! You just can't take the fact that another girl is one number in high school that isn't you!"

The room fell into utter silence. Honestly, it was the most terrifying and erotic moment of my life. I wasn't sure if they were going to start angry-making out or beating each other's faces in.

Henrietta abruptly rose with wide eyes. "I really don't know why I came. For some reason, I thought hanging out with girls plus Butters would be relaxing. This was the worst idea of my life." She went to the door but froze, "This is going to sound weird but you all need to hear it. Hanging out with a group of freaky people that proudly talk about their dicks is better than you dicks… Oh, wait. I should call you bitches because that's what you are to one another! I thought some female power would be awesome! Treat each other better." She yanked the door open and grabbed her bag to leave.

Wendy rose, "wait! Henrietta… You're right. This was supposed to be a fun night. Help you make it one." She held out her hand and the goth glared at her momentarily before sighing. Henrietta let her bag drop off her shoulder as she stepped back into the room.

Kyle's Point of View

The week before the dance and talent show passed quickly, Friday afternoon showing up fast. For some reason, the school felt the need to let everyone out early. People had become excited about the school's events and it seemed to be the talk of the town. It was actually good that we weren't a school right now though. I had gotten up the nerve to get the next clue to the hunt I had started over the summer. One way or another, I planned to finish this.

I sat with Tweek and Stan in my room. Stan had his head in his hands continuously heavily sighing causing to casually slip the clue into my desk drawer. As I turned to him, he spoke, "Dudes, I messed up." Tweek twitched hearing Stan speak and held his coffee defensively in front of him. Stan waved at the twitching guy, "calm down. This has nothing to do with you. I just… Butters asked me out and I never responded." My eyes narrowed and I couldn't help but be a bit pissed hearing this information. "I mean, I was going to! I had every intention of doing so. I just- I didn't. I chickened out." His hands raked up into his hair before his shoulders began bouncing. I could hear the soft sobs of regret and I winced at the unpleasant sound. "I'm such a horrible person. I think I should be alone right now." His arms dropped and I saw a look I knew too well.

Stan quickly ran out of my room. "Shit! Tweek… I'll meet you and Henrietta later tonight." I darted after him, but he was already gone. I jogged over to his home's front door, but for once it had been locked. "Stan! STAN! Don't do anything stupid! Stan! Stan?" Fuck. Goth Stan might make an appearance tonight, but Butters would be at the dance. He fixes Stan every time. Maybe he could work his magic again?

I walked back over to my place to begin getting ready for this disaster, kind of bummed out Henrietta and I had worked so hard on the poem for Butters. I even go Kenny to write it in his best script. It wasn't hard seeing as it was for Butters. I should have known Stan would fuck this up.

My eyes widened when I saw my dad talking to my mom in the dining room. One of his eyebrows rose and he sighed, turning to me, "Kyle, I heard Tweek is in your room." Fuck! "I think we're going to have a new rule. Nobody is allowed in your room. You can only be in the living room- not that that will stop you." I felt like my dad had started on this outrageous path that I couldn't say a thing about.

I heard my mom scoff. "Our son isn't going to go parading around with just anyone. Kyle is a good boy. Gerald, you're being ridiculous. Kyle, go up to your room and get ready for the dance with Tweek. I ordered a limo for you and your friends to ride over in." Dad turned to her with an astonished expression.

I'm so glad my mom is always on my side. I darted up the steps trying to ignore that look shot at me by my father.

Kenny's Point of View

I had arrived at the dance early, but things had already become loud. Kyle and I had discussed coming together. In the end, we decided not to seeing as that would be like announcing we were boyfriends. My gaze rose seeing smooth legs swing out of a limo followed by a long, sparkly black skirt dropping behind them. I wasn't expecting this. Henrietta got out of the vehicle with a short undercut, having trimmed it to a spiky shoulder-length look with random pink throughout while the left side of her head was completely shaved. Her outfit was stunning for her figure and the new hairstyle framed her face perfectly. I had been blown away by this dark enchantress.

One of my eyebrows rose as someone followed her out of the limo. Tweek's usually messy hair styled and slicked back. I could tell the ends had been cut off where he didn't have as crazy hair. He wore a green button-down underneath a gray trench coat. His black dress pants fitted to his size unlike most of the things he wore to school. He and Henrietta looked like a hot couple together.

I froze seeing another foot drop out of the vehicle. Black slick shoes followed by dark green dress pants, and then a white button-up. His dark green suit looking great, but those red curls framed his face and stood out. I could feel my palms become sweaty at how dazzling Kyle looked in that outfit. Fuck, nobody would be able to draw my attention away from him. Those three looked like models! Screw whatever I had been doing. Every aspect of their appearances appeared to be done by professionals. Each wearing makeup to cause their features to stand out perfectly. Damn, I wanted Kyle Broflovski to be mine more than anything now. That's when I made a final decision.

Wendy's Point of View

Everything about the dance had turned out just the way I wanted it to, well, almost everything. My gaze landed on my last mission, Stan, but I froze at seeing something peculiar. Butters and Stan near the back of the gym. Nobody else was paying attention to the pair. Just a moment ago Stan had been alone. I watched Butters lean into him to whisper something in his ear. Stan's arms sliding around him. The music blaring in my ears as I stared at my dream guy with another guy. "Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do~ Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do~ What are you waiting for?" My cheeks felt flushed and I slipped my arms around myself. I had been too focused on other things to pay any mind to the obvious.

Damn… Dammit! I slapped my palm on my face turning away from the romantic event.

As I walked to the exit I saw an unexpected face. He chuckled, holding out a hand to me, "You want to get out of here? We could talk." This seemed so weird, but his offer also appeared to be genuine. I slowly slipped my hand into his letting him take me away.

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