A/N: Eric Cartman singing Poker Face. Best. Thing. Ever.

Breaking Benjamin's "So Cold" is what gave me the idea for this chapter. Every time I would listen to it, I would picture a scene in this happening. It made it a pain to write. I kept trying to skip ahead to this chapter.

You're so cold

Keep your hand in mine

Wise men wonder while

Strong men die

Reviews:

Alcorion: Kenny will be preoccupied, but probably not with what you're thinking. And he is, he is. c;

xi-JenxKaio-xi: Oh, it's fine. You've been busy. Thank you for reviewing this one, by the way. And...xD I didn't even think to make him try to smother Clyde. Oh well~ I think Butters would have been too weak to actually pull it off anyway.

kyleisgod: Well, I'm glad that you like how it's coming along. (I'm also glad you're no longer guessing the ending.) And as for Ike, I felt the same way. Admittedly though, I was in a hurry to do two things: Get the chapter finished so I could write this one (I've been planning a part in this one for a while now.) and...go to bed. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it.

Angelic Guardian: :o I'm sorry that I scared you. Ah...Clyde just wants to have sex with him. Ah..I'm glad you liked the flashback scene. I had fun writing the kiss. And...K2 is just not my thing. Oh well~ To each his own. (But...:"c The title. It's lame.)

xEmerald Isle: :o Oh my. I'm making Clyde haters~ Ah. I really love Clyde, actually...well, the Clyde in the show, anyway. Not so much the one in this fic.

Hope Cooper: But...I do not like K2~ Ah, anyway, I'm glad you like it so far.

-101lKyman-: I don't like the intro, actually. I'm glad you do though~

Thank all of you for the reviews. I'm sorry that it took so long to update this. I had most of it wrote then I decided that I didn't like it so I deleted it and started all over again. I hope you enjoy.

Still In High School

Chapter Eleven

So Cold

Kyle had taken Kenny outside. When Kenny had fist seen Kyle walk into the party, the redhead had been wearing a jacket, but he had apparently taken it off while Kenny had looked away to talk to the girls flocking around him. Kyle had also apparently left it inside when he had dragged Kenny out into the cold. Kenny himself was fine, but Kyle's skin looked pale. Despite the fact that Kyle had been a dick lately-Kenny's best friend was Cartman; he had learned to put up with dickish behavior over the years-Kenny was still slightly worried that the redhead would catch something and die; not everyone could come back from the dead, after all. The fact that Kyle himself didn't seem to worry or even notice to cold didn't help Kenny worry and less.

Kyle, with Kenny still following behind him, walked until they came to slight bend in the ground; they were standing beside a small hill. Kenny, not caring how small or large the hill was, backed up. He knew that if he was to fall off of it...well, he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. It was just his luck.

'Maybe Kyle brought me out here to kill me.'

He knew that the thought was ridiculous; Kyle had a temper, but he wasn't homicidal.Still, whether he was being ridiculous or not, Kenny wanted to hurry up and get back to the party. Even if Kyle wasn't going to murder him, he didn't feel like being left alone with the redhead. Besides, the look on Kyle's face was still making him nervous.

"So, what did you want?"

Kyle stepped closer to Kenny. The blond, forgetting about the hill behind him, stepped back a bit, trying to get away from his friend. Kyle looked more nervous than he had inside Craig's house and it was making Kenny uncomfortable. Kenny's eyes widened as it dawned on him where exactly he had seen an expression on someones face like that; a few of the girls that had been surrounding him at the party had given him that same look.

"Well, Kenny...We've known each other for a long time, and...well, I was wondering.."

Kenny had also heard that before. He stepped back more, his mind no where near focusing on the danger that was behind him. One more step and he would fall.

"Yeah, Dude? What is it?"

He was hoping that he had been wrong. He was hoping that one of his best friends wasn't about to make a move on him. Kenny McCormick, one of the biggest sluts in all of South Park, had found someone that he wouldn't sleep with; that very person had just crushed his hopes.

Kyle had taken those final steps forward. Before Kenny could step any farther back, the redhead had grabbed his parka, holding him in place. Without giving Kenny a chance to say anything, Kyle pressed his chapped lips against the blonds, closing his eyes, and only letting up when he felt Kenny push at him to back off. Kyle's eyes flew open, slightly alarmed, but he did what Kenny had wanted; he let go of his friend, who stepped back away from him.

"Kyle, what the fuc-"

Kenny never got to finish his sentence. That last step had been the final; he fell backwards, unable to grab onto Kyle, who had stepped back to far for him to reach out to. If it was anyone else who had fallen, they would have been fine; the hill really was small. Because it was Kenny though, Kenny who always got hurt no matter what the situation, he fell and snapped his neck on the impact.

It didn't take Kyle long to react. He moved to run down the hill, slipping and falling. He was fine upon hitting the ground, unlike his friend, who was now dead. He scooted, not bothering to stand up, over to Kenny's still warm body.

"Oh my God! I killed Kenny! I'm...a bastard!"

Kyle pulled his knees to his chest, choosing not to move away from the body. He placed his head on his knees, burying his face in them. He didn't want to look at Kenny's corpse, but he didn't want to move away and leave it alone either. The only sound that he could hear was birds chirping, their noise seeming far too happy for the moment, and his own sobbing.

He still hadn't remembered that he wasn't wearing a jacket, despite the fact that he was freezing.

"I think that I saw him go upstairs."

Eric stood up from his spot on Craig's stairs. He stretched and nodded to the person that had directed him to the direction that they believed that they had seen Butters go earlier.

"Thanks Bebe."

Bebe smiled at Cartman, watching as he stretched.

'I need to get laid. I wonder where Clyde went off to...Oh well. I can always go find..Hm...Token?'

"You're welcome, fat ass.

She stood and pranced off before Eric could say anything to defend himself. He rolled his eyes and scowled but let her go; he needed to check on Butters. It was untelling where the boy had wondered off to.

Eric made his way up the stairs. Butters wasn't in the hallway so he began to call out for him, saying his name. Getting impatient, he finally began to open the doors to the bedrooms upstairs, stopping when he finally found who he was looking for.

There, on what he assumed to be Craig's bed, was Butters. This wouldn't have been unusual for Eric-the boy was a light weight and Eric would naturally assume that he had just passed out from drinking too much-until he noticed the other person in the room.

Clyde was on top of Butters. The blond looked like he was about to have a panic attack; it was obvious that he didn't want the boy on him to be anywhere near him.

Neither boy had heard the door to Craig's room open, and Eric didn't bother to clear his throat.

"Clyde...What the hell do you think you're doing to my property?"

His accent was clear along with his irritation. At the sound of his voice, both of the people on the bed turned to look at him. On ones face their was relief, the others held surprise and then fear, knowing that this wouldn't end good for him.

A/N: Short, I know. I just want to end this here. I hope you enjoyed.