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We soon found out that Oliver's threat to lock Cartman in the detention cabin or whatever for all free time was a threat to lock him in there most of the time. We barely had to do anything at all. A few hours of scheduled activities a day and then we were set loose to do whatever the hell we wanted.

Over the first week people just sort of explored the grounds trying to find what they liked best. Kenny and Cartman usually just roamed wherever the whole time, Butters following in their wake. I ended up liking the library best. It was huge. But, of course, Stan liked the fields best. There he could play his sports and flirt with girls. So, sometimes we'd go to the library and Stan would flirt with any bookish girls while I read, or we'd go out to the fields and I'd watch him play. And flirt. He flirted a lot. I hated it.

I wasn't sure why. He'd always flirted. But not this much. Was he trying to find girls for Kenny's stupid pact? He didn't need to hit on every single girl every chance he got. There were plenty of people who'd probably have sex with him in a heart beat already. Maybe he had someone in mind and was trying to get them jealous. But who? He flirted with everyone. There weren't any girls left.

"KYLE!"

I jumped from my seat in the wooden bleachers by the soccer field. I'd been watching Stan hazily with my chin in my palm and Kenny had snapped me back to conciousness. It was Thursday of the third week at about 3:30.

"What, Kenny?" I asked picking myself up and looking up at the oddly Butterless blond.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked innocently.

"Watching Stan play soccer," I said irritably turning my attention back to my best friend.

"Is that soccer? I guess I should have tried out afterall!" Stan was talking happily with a couple girls who continuously giggled and twirled their hair.

"Shut up, Kenny," I said moodily. "He's just taking a break."

"How long's that break been now?"

"Eleven minutes," I muttered.

"You've been counting?"

"Not like I have anything better to do."

"Why not go to the library by yourself instead of making yourself suffer?"

I looked up at him. "Why am I suffering?"

"Doesn't it bother you?" he asked a little confused sounding.

"What?"

"Stan flirting with girls," he starred unfocused toward the raven haired boy as he laughed. "It can't feel good."

"Why would that bother me?" I asked, realizing he was completely right.

He looked back at me. "You mean you still havn't realized it?"

"What, Kenny?" I said angrily standing up and clenching my fists. Why was this bothering me so much?

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Kyle."

"What?!"

"When was the last time you liked a girl?"

I stopped. WHAT?! The last time I- I couldn't remember. I raked my brain for crushes or relationships. Nothing. Not since... Rebecca. In third grade. Or was it fourth? I couldn't remember.

"Why?" I asked, suddenly scared where this was going.

"Who was your first kiss?" he asked as if I'd answered his question.

"Bebe, Rebecca, I dunno!" I shouted, getting angry again. "Why, Kenny?!"

"Nothing." He turned and walked away. I stared at him, angry at him for leaving without an explanation.

"KENNY!" I yelled taking the fast steps towards him and grabbing his arm. He swung around and grabbed my other wrist, pushing it upwards. I was scared now. Kenny was a lot stronger than me. Did I say something wrong? "K-kenny?"

"HEY, STAN!"

I glanced over to where Stan had turned to look at us from Kenny's call. I was only looking for a second before I felt Kenny's lips sash against mine. I absolutely melted, letting out a shocked gasp and tuning my wide eyes back to him, but unable to respond in any other way. I felt limp and he released me, shoving his hands in his pockets and trudging away. I fell ot my knees and just sat there, wide eyed, hardly aware of the familiar sprinting footsteps fast approaching.

SHORT SHORT SHORT! SORRY SORRY SORRY! I couldn't write anymore, sorry. I just had to stop it there. You'll get the rest, don't worry Style people. You just have to wait a chapter out while the Cutters fans get their fill. They've been waiting just as patiently as you. And sorry for just throwing that in there without warming. It's a been a few weeks, okay? Sorry for letting the Kenyle slip in there. Poor Kenny's gunna have such a hard time after this and he needed his love even if it wasn't for him. -hugs Kenny- How great is he? Always thinking of others. Yeah, so... homework this weekend. FUCK FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL! Hate it. My core classes anyway. So I'm not sure if I'll get the next chapter up soonish but I probably will and yeah.

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