Author's Note: Mkay, so here it is, the new chapter. There is no Kyman or even Cartman in this chapter, so if you came here just for that, then.. I don't know, you can just skip, I guess?
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"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
― Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol
I'm anxious and upset, jittery even, but instead of skipping class or going to the counselor, I go to the fift period. It's the PE lesson and I already regret this decision, but it's too late to leave now, since the teacher is already present. Ah, this is going to be an horrible experience, isn't it? Just as I finished thinking that, I hear the the teacher mention 'Dodgeball' and I gulp, knowing I won't leave without atleast a few bruises, if not permanent scars.
Just as I had predicted, half through the lesson, I am excused to the nurse's office. I have a bloody nose and the world is spinning. Right before I'm about to leave, I hear something about a buddy to go with me. Completely against the idea, I immediately voice it out, but my pleas go unheard and soon enough, there is a guy standing before me, a guy I know. It's Butters, the blond and airheaded boy from my childhood, who used to get blaimed for everything and was almost always grounded. Even he is taller then me, but not by much. Actually, we are almost the same height. That is something I'm grateful for, since all the other boys my age, seem to be a lot taller then me, leaving me in the shadows. His hair isn't actually blond anymore, it's brown. I wonder why he dyed it, I also wonder if he got grounded for doing it. Knowing his parents, he probably did. Other then that there doesn't seem to be much different about his apperance, apart from the obvious.
He gives me a bright smile and I feel at ease now, knowing that my companion will be someone friendly. I wonder how's he been doing, but I don't ask him, knowing that even if he is a nice guy, he does tend to follow others. Perhaps I should be more cautious around him.
On our way to the nurse's office, Butters tries to start a conversation with me, "It sure has been long, huh," he says. He scratches the back of his head as he says that, averting his gaze. I don't mind his behaviour that much, but it does make me slightly sad.
"Yeah..." I mutter under my breath and I'm not even sure if he catched that, since he didn't say anything else on the way.
In the nurse's office, I'm slightly startled by seeing Nurse Gollum again, the sight of the unborn fetus stuck to her head still creeps me out. I mean, how am I supposed to just not stare at that? I know it's rude, but I can't stop, it's just so bizzare. I foggly remember her giving a speech of sorts about how she didn't mind being stared at, so maybe she won't mind after all. If I remember correctly, then she's a pretty cool lady actually, if you look past the fetus stuck to her head, that is.
"Well, hello there, fancy seeing you again, Broflovski," she says, with a kind smile. I nod, before taking a seat.
She gave me some ice for my nose and some pills for my headache, in a few minutes I was allowed out again. Nurse Gollum said I could sit out the whole PE class, which I was intending to do, I just didn't want to stay at the nurse's office the whole time. Once out, I see that Butter's still waiting and I facepalm, realising I had forgotten to tell him that he could leave. He is leaning against the wall and once I close the door, he looks over at me.
He smiles and asks, "So, is eveything okay?" He seems rather nervous talking to me and it makes me frown, since he is forcing himself to talk to me.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Oh, that's great to hear..."
There is silence after that, as we just stand and stare, before Butter pushes himself away from the wall, turns around and says, "We should head back now." I figured it didn't matter if I told him I didn't need to go back to class or not and just followed slowly behind him. The locker room is in the same direction.
Besides that bright smile he gave me at the start, he looks kind of down. It's my first time seeing him since moving back and noone has talked about him either, so it's not like I know anything. Maybe it is just me. He doesn't want to get too buddy-buddy with me because I'm the new kid and surely there are some rumours about me being a fag, too, if not more. I don't want to believe that's the reason, but there's nothing or noone proving me otherwise.
Once we reached the gym and explaining that I can't continue, I go to the locker room to change. I was still wearing the oversized and sweaty gym clothes afterall. While changing clothes, I hear the door open, but I ignore it and pull the shirt over my head. The shirt over my head, I grab for the clean one and am about to put that on, when there is suddenly hands around my waist.
I spin around in the span of a second and find myself face to face with... Clyde?
POV CHANGE TO ~ KENNY
I've already started my search for potential allies, but so far, it's been fruitless. I've asked around about what people think about Kyle and what I've gotten thus far is, 'Nerd', 'Weirdo' and 'Faggot'. Not looking good, not at all. So, now I'm thinking, perhaps I'm looking for people in the wrong places? That could be it. I mean, usually, allies are found in the most unlikely places, so what I should do is-
Go to the girls. Now, I know it's not the best plan, but I figure it might better, then looking around aimlessly. Also, far as I know, girls are not as against 'fags' as boys are. Actually, I've even heard some interesting things, that point towards the fact, that some like it even and some are facinated by it, if not obsessed with it. I think they even have a word for it, don't remember what it was exactly, but it doesn't really matter to begin with. All I need, is to tell them that Kyle, who let's pretend is a fag, like most of the school thinks he is, is in need of help. What kind of help? Well, I think it should be obvious, but in case it isn't, then the plan is, get Cartman and Kyle together. I'm not completely certain they feel the same towards eachother, but it's worth a shot and besides, if it isn't mutual, then I can just fix their friendship or whatever they had this far, before I meddled in it.
Now then, how to get to the girls. That should be easy enough. I have lots of contacts, been to plenty places with plenty people. It always helps to be social in one way or another. You'd think it would be wise to go straight to the big girls, like Bebe or Red, but I know it's dangerous to go for them, as it could backfire easily. I should contact someone in the middle, who has authority, but isn't too up there. I have just the gal in mind. The girl who used to be big, but fell. Ah, she's just perfect. I find myself laughing outloud and end up gaining a few stares. Ah, oops.
POV CHANGE TO ~ KYLE
I'm all alone in a locker room, being cornered by a big jock and I am scared. Why is he here, to beat me up? How did he get out of class? He doesn't seem hurt or anything. His hands are still wrapped around my hips and I try to get out of his hold, but he is too strong. I look up and at his face, to his eyes. They are half-lidded and his pupils are dilated. They look dark and he looks like he is about to eat me alive, but yet I can't look away. They are oddly magnetic. He is going to beat me up, isn't he? I force my eyes to close, waiting for the fist that should come soon enough, but it doesn't and when I open my eyes, he is still there, his stare even more intense.
'What is going on? Why is he here? Why can't I look away?' I think, staring into his brown hooded-eyes, that seem to get more and more enticing every passing moment. It's warm, he is so close. Wait, I think he is getting closer. I have no idea what is going on. He is going to beat me up now, right?
I'm startled out of my daze, when the door is opened in such a force, it bangs against the wall. Suddenly it's cold again and I realise, I'm not cornered anymore. I hear Clyde curse under his breath and look as he walks away, back into he gym. Right there, at the door, is Butters. I think he said something to Clyde when he passed him, but I didn't hear what. The other didn't seem to be pleased by what he was told though. Once Clyde is gone, Butters comes over to me and places a hand on my shoulder, looking concerned.
"You alright, buddy?" he asks me and I slowly nod my head, not trusting myself to speak, my throat suddenly so dry. He sighs in relief and takes back his hand, taking a step away from me, giving me some space.
"Phew. I thought it was strange Clyde was away so long, even though he said he was just going to drink some water and then I remember you also went here, so I just..." he rants.
"Thanks."
He looks midly surprised when I thank him, but then smiles and chuckles, before asking me, "You feeling better?"
"Yeah," I answer him and he is the one to nod this time, a small smile still present on his lips. He doesn't seem so down anymore, that's good.
The next period was literature and then history, lessons I don't have any trouble in. They passed pretty quickly and soon I find myself on my way home. The way home is long, but it's durable. I'd walk it in the morning, too, if I was a morning person, that is. It's strange. My dad, mom and even Ike, they are all morning people, but I always find myself looking and acting like a zombie when I'm awakened. Guess I am more different from then then I thought I was, but then again, nobody is completely like their parents, even if they seem to be from the outside.
POV CHANGE TO ~ KENNY
I look at the familiar figure approaching me and lean away from the wall. She had agreed to help, like I had predicted and told me to meet her behind the school when classes are over. So here I am and here she comes. I'm glad she agreed, because she was honestly the only one that I imagine would help me, perhaps because of her relationship with Stan. Speaking of Stan, haven't talked to him for awhile. Besides the little chit-chat here and there of course when we sit together at lunch or sometimes in the classroom before the bell rings. He seems to be getting even more distant from me then he already was, from everyone actually. I think they've noticed, but noone is brave enough to mention it. I guess they are just smart enough to not do that. Stan is pretty high up there. Say or do something he dislikes, may it even be a small joke, your name is scratched off and you're thrown to the side.
When she's walked over to me, she hands me a folder. It's pink, some stickers and glitter on it, pretty cute. I look up at her and she just gestures towars the folder in my hands. Shrugging, I open it and look at the first page. I find myself at awe, seeing how much she has prepared, in such short notice. Unless...
"Since when?" I ask her, closing the folder and looking up at her again.
"Thursday. Last thursday."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
There is silence after that and I open the folder, to skim through it. There are even page numbers and the last one is 39th. All pages are filled from top to bottom with information about Kyle, his family, people around him, all the rumours about him. She has collected it all and written it down. It's like a whole book, a whole book about Kyle and how to help him. I feel like such a shitty friend, seeing all this. While she was doing all this research, I was avoiding Kyle, even badmouthing him and yet, he accepted me with open-arms.
Even Cartman was there for him. I saw them at the bus stop, I saw them talking to eachtoher during class. He even punched me and I now know, it was because of Kyle that he do that, not for his personal revenge. Even Cartaman, of all people, was a better friend than me.
Closing the folder, I look back at Wendy and open my mouth, "Where do?" is what I ask. She seemed to be in thought, before I spoke up, but when she heard my question, she instantly gave her full attention to me.
"To my house, it's not safe anywhere else. You never know when someone is around who could overhear us." she says, starting to walk without waiting on me and continues while doing so, "I've also looked up a few people who could help us and not only with Kyle, with the whole school system. To be honest, I first started with Kyle in mind, but now, I think we can go further then that."
Feeling left behind and not only because she is walking so fast, I ask, "What do you mean?"
She doesn't waste anytime and starts explaining right away, "As you already are aware, the school system, the way it's run by students is obviously wrong. Not only are some stepped on and made into servant, in other words, slaves- there are those who are considered leaders, above everyone else. They do what they want and nobody cares, not even teachers." After taking a turn and waiting for me to catch up, before starting her fast pace again, she continues, "I've been thinking of it for a long time, but there is something we can use for our advantage, a piece of information so fatal, that it could lead us to victory on it's own, if we are lucky."
I'm quite literally blown away in the dust, as she keeps on talking. This is the girl from my childhood, feared by many, who was at the top herself,for quite a long time. Until she fell. Though, half the school thinks she did it on purpose and so do I. Hearing her speak of the school, about how wrong it is, makes me believe she didn't want to be apart of it. No, I'm sure of it, it's a fact.
It's not long until we reach her house. She tells me right away that her parents aren't home, so don't have to explain anything, like why I am over at her house. We go upstairs and into her room, where she gestures for me to take a seat on her bed, as she herself goes over to her laptop.
The air feels tense and I can feel it, the storm that is about to come. Knowing Wendy, this is going to turn out big. Now I'm just wondering what that piece of information she has, that she says might prove fatal. I guess I'll have to wait to find out.
POV CHANGE TO ~ KYLE
I sigh, laying on my bed and looking at the ceiling. I have no idea what is going on anymore. Everything is so confusing, so tiring and complicated. Maybe I'm growing up or something? If this is what growing up is like, I wish I could skip it. Unless, that is, my whole life will be likes this. Groaning, I close my eyes, tired of staring at the boring bland ceiling. I'm tired, so tired.
I am awoken by my phone, beeping on the desk. Wait, when did I fall asleep? Whatever, doesn't matter. I sit up and take my phone from atop the desk and into my hands, unlock the screen and then see that I have another message, from Kenny. He hasn't messaged me for a while, so I'm actually glad to see that he finally decided to reply back.
Opening it, I read:
Monday, 6:02pm from Kenny:
Hey, hope you have ur phone with u. Anyway, in a hurry, so here's the deal.
2morrow, after classes, behind the school. Cya then.
Furrowing my brows, I place my phone back on my desk and think for a moment. Why would he say that he'd see me then, is he not taking the bus tomorrow? I'm not sure what's going on, but it seems serious. I truly hope he isn't in some kind of trouble. He did say he was in a hurry. Why?
Not getting anywhere with my half-assed thinking, I give up and head for the door instead. I haven't eaten anything since I got home and my stomach feels like it could collapse at any moment. I don't think I'd get anywhere with my thinking anyway, since I'm so hungry and sleepy, having just woken up from my nap. Well, I think Kenny will explain it to me tomorrow anyway, seeing as he told me to meet him and all. I just wonder, why he would want to meet me behind the school of all places?
POV CHANGE TO ~ KENNY
After sitting send, I pocket my phone and look up from it and at the door instead. Here goes. I knock and then take a few steps back. Not long after, I hear footsteps and the door opens, revealing the person I was looking for. Not sure if appearing on people's doorsteps, uninvited, is the best of ideas, but it was Wendy who thought of it and not me. I'll just go with it for now.
"Hey, B!" I greet the formerly blond, but now brown-headed boy in front of me. He seems a little skeptical and suspicious of why I would be here, at his house, of all places, but he keeps it to himself. He is so easy to read, it's kind of sad.
He seems to consider something for a moment, before asking, "What do you want?"
I am slightly taken aback by his tone, but I recover quickly, placing my trademark smirk on my lips. Been long since I talked to this dwerp, but I guess he's grown some balls, since the last time we saw eachother. That's a good thing. There is still a long way for him to go though, but I guess it's a start.
Not wanting to waste any more time and trying to keep to the schedule Wendy has given me, I start my explanation. "Well, I- we have noticed that you've held some conversations with Kyle today," I start and I can already tell he has misunderstood why I've come here, so I quickly add, "And we'd like you to join us in helping him in his situation." It took the boy a moment to register what I've said, after which he slightly softened his look, but still noticably tense in my presence.
When he doesn't say anything, I take it as a sign for me to go on, so I do, "So, knowing that you aren't against Kyle, with him being fag or not, we want you to join us." He still looks as if he was on guard and not sure what to think exactly, so I figured I'd talk some more. "So, Butters-" I start, but end up being cut there, by the man himself.
"-Leo," he corrects me, but then not having anthing else to say, gestures for me to go on.
I clear my throat, before trying again."So, Leo," I say, putting emphasis on his name, he nods and I continue, "we, being also aware that you hate the way the school is right now, need your assistance in helping us change it for the better." That seemed to ring some bells in his head, as he visibly relaxes infront of me.
"What to you say?" I finally ask him and he agrees.
Alright, now we have three: Wendy, Butter- Leo and me. Only about... I take out the list from my pocket and check. Only about 30 houses to go. Wonderful. I hear the door close, as I turn around to take my leave and I can't help, but sigh, thinking of how long this is going to take and how many times I have to say those lines over and over again to different people, knowing that about half are not even going to agree to this. This is going to be one heck of an afternoon.
Oh would you look at that, this story actually has some kind of a plot. What a surprise!
If you have some character in mind, that you want a place i nthis story, just let me know. I'll try my best to throw them in there, somewhere... Ships are still about to come, don't worry. Just have to round up the characters first, so suggestions for that are welcome as well.
