South Park © Matt & Trey.

I aced my math class, now I'm finally done school for the summer. All my worries are goooooone~~~

Wendy –

Stan is in a bad mood. I can tell. "What is wrong?" I ask.

The car ride to school was tense and I feel like something is probably on his mind. Nonetheless, he mumbles, "Nothing," and shoves his hands in his pockets as we walk through the hallways.

"Clearly it isn't nothing," I say, grabbing his arm and forcing him to stop.

He turns to look at me and I can tell he's irritated. I really hate it when he's in bad moods. His negativity tends to bring everyone around him down and his friends tend to avoid him when he gets like this.

"Wendy," he sighs, "I'm tired and angry."

"I realize that."

"I just don't feel like talking."

"It might make you feel better," I offer, "and maybe I'll be able to give you some advice on whatever is bothering you."

"Hm…" he seems to consider it. He takes his hands out of his pockets, running his fingers through his hair and letting out an exhausted sounding sigh.

"Did you have an argument with Kyle?" I venture.

"How did you know?" he asks.

Because it's always Kyle…

"Because," I shrug, "I know you were with him studying yesterday, so something must have happened. So, what was it?"

"I apologized."

"Well… that's good, right? Why aren't you happy about it?"

"Because it didn't fix a god-damn-mother-fucking thing."

"It'll take time, Stan… I keep telling you that. It's not going to be fixed overnight – but now at least he knows you want to fix it."

"We were at his place studying. When it was over, I said I wanted to talk. He didn't, but I started to say what I wanted to say anyway… I made him cry again," he says.

I raise an eyebrow. "Again?" I ask, trying not to sound exasperated.

"The first time…" he pauses. "The first time was when we had the big fight after Kenny died – the one that caused us to stop talking. I told him Kenny was dead because of him and then I hit him. I think I might've felt bad right after it happened, but he called me an asshole and I was angry again. That's when I started spreading shit with everyone else about how he… killed Kenny."

I shake my head. "Tsk, Stan… That is really awful and not like you at all… You should be ashamed of yourself."

"I am!" he growls.

"Calm yourself," I warn.

I'll admit that I have some ill feelings towards Kyle due to how much attention Stan gave to him. I was always in second place compared to Kyle, but I also know he is a sweet person. Maybe Stan couldn't help but give him that attention. He didn't deserve what Stan did to him. He didn't deserve it at all…

Stan looks around to make sure no one is nearby. "I don't know why he was so upset last night," he admits. "I said sorry and he just started bawling."

"Maybe they were happy tears?" I offer.

"They didn't look or sound happy…" he mutters. "He told me to get out after. Well, he didn't tell me… He yelled at me to get out."

"Try to put yourself in his position. He was probably at a loss. He probably didn't expect an apology, considering what happened between you both. It was probably too much and he was unprepared."

"Hm…"

"What would you do if your best friend in the world betrayed you like that?"

"I don't know…"

"First, imagine how bad you would feel. Imagine how it would have affected you as time went on. Then, suddenly, he comes and apologizes. He wants to make things okay. What would you do? How would you react?"

His nose wrinkles. "I don't know, Wendy."

"Just think about it," I insist. "You will come up with an answer… but we should get to class now. We're already late." I grab his hand and drag him towards Biology class.

Once we walk through the door, I apologize for being late.

"Wendy, Stan… how nice of you to join us," Mr. Garrison drones. "Take a seat."

I notice Kyle look down when Stan and I walk past him. I wonder if the two of them will be able to fix things. I wonder if they'll be able to put it all back to the way it used to be before Kenneth died. For their sake, I want them to fix it… But for my own selfishness, I'm scared. However, I won't think about that right now. I don't even know how this will all turn out, so it's no use worrying about it yet. Jeez!

"Now for those of you who just showed up," Mr. Garrison eyes Stan and me, "we're moving on from cell division to talk about genetics. Hopefully everyone has read the chapter this time. Who can tell me what genetics are?"

The class is silent. Kyle's arm doesn't shoot up the way it usually would – instead he looks like he's spaced out, staring towards the window. Mr. Garrison notices this. "Kyle?" he says, "I'm sure you know the answer."

Kyle suddenly snaps out of his daze and looks towards the teacher. "Sorry," he apologizes weakly. "What was the question?"

"Genetics," Mr. Garrison crosses his arms. "Explain genetics."

"Oh, uh," Kyle pause. "It's the study of genes… or, genetic traits, meaning what we inherit… heredity. It has to do with the way we look and act."

"Oookay… a sloppy answer, but still better than what most of these retards could give me," Mr. Garrison says.

Kyle is usually able to respond to questions with well-articulated answers. He must be as anxious as Stan is over what happened last night. I feel myself growing anxious as well… Though I'm trying hard not to.

At lunch break Stan is still in a bad mood. I urge him to go find Kyle, but he shrugs the idea off. "I'll do it later," he sighs.

"Do what later?" Clyde asks as he sits down across from us with Bebe, Nichole and Token following shortly behind.

"Talk to Kyle," I tell them.

"Sure, make it everyone's business, why don't yah…" Stan mumbles.

"What happened?" Bebe asks.

"They had a little… disagreement," I explain, "and without Kyle, we might lose our quarterback."

Clyde frowns at this. "Better fix things with geek-boy, then."

"That's not very nice," Nichole says to him.

"Whaaat?" he holds up his hands innocently. "He is kind of a geek…"

"Just because he's smart, doesn't mean he's a geek. He's just as athletic as you are, only in different ways." Bebe rolls her eyes at her boyfriend before turning to me and smiling. "Let's do something this weekend," she proposes.

"Sure," I say. "Like what?"

"Party!" she smiles even wider. "My parents are going away, so it's the perfect opportunity for a little excitement."

I laugh somewhat nervously. "Bebe, your last party… Well, we were hardly able to clean up in time for their return!"

"But we did, and they never found out," she winks.

"A party sounds good." Clyde nods his approval.

"Friday or Saturday?" Nichole asks.

"Friday," Bebe decides.

We continue to talk back and forth about our weekend plans. Maybe it will be a good idea to have a little fun... as long as Stan doesn't get completely wasted, that is.