Hello, all! Okay, so honestly, I wasn't planning on updating today. Seeing that it's Saturday and I'm still in my pj's, I thought I'd just lay in bed and watch cartoons (you know, the good ones), but then I realized that with this free time, I could make up for my absence and update for you guys.

Also, I recently got a review that questioned whether or not I was dropping the fanfic altogether. To answer your question, Mew, I am not. Let me reassure you guys, my updating will be a slow process, with school being back in and all. I'll probably be stuck with homework. And I have to look after my wild siblings. Not to mention that there's only one laptop available for me to use, and unfortunately, it's broken and heavily lacks access to the internet. And just so you know, the dates between when I type these chapters and actually post them will most likely always be different.

Despite all of this, there absolutely no way I'm leaving this story or its upcoming sequels incomplete. I love writing them as much as you like reading them, and the day I give up is the day where there is no possible way for me to continue, I promise.

BACK IN SESSION

The men cry out, the girls cry out

The men cry out, the girls cry out

The men cry out

Oh no

Heads Will Roll

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

CRAIG

Winter Break was over and school was back in session. Usually, this would put me in a sour mood, like most things nowadays. But honestly, I'd rather be sitting here bored out of my mind than spend another minute at home.

My eyes were red and puffy from the sleepless nights. My ears still ring from all the yelling. Megan had to sleep in my bed last night due to her nightmares.

I let out a breath. Every night it gets worse. Our neighbors actually came over to ask if everything was alright, to which I had to lie and confirm that everything was. And if things weren't bad enough, I was losing my best friend thanks to my attitude. God, why was my life such crap?

The bell rang, announcing that class was dismissed.

I shove all of my crap into my book bag and follow the crowd out the door, only to be stopped by the voice of authority behind me.

"Mr. Tucker, mind sparing a minute?"

Actually, I did. But something in Mr. Blake's voice told me that it was more of a command than a question. Without a word, I back away from the door and sit in the desk directly in front of his. Few minutes pass, neither of us speaks. He's filing papers, taking his sweet time. It's driving me insane.

Finally, words are heard.

"I've been observing you, Craig." He said simply. "Myself and the other staff members. We've noticed how…aggressive—I guess is the word—your behavior is."

"Aggressive? What the heck are you talking about?"

He took a deep breath, took off his glasses and used his tie to wipe the lenses. He then placed them back on, and through them his soot colored eyes stared into mine, as if trying to read me.

"Craig," he began, "we've noticed the way you act. You treat your friends with little respect. You tend to be curt and cynical about things. Not to mention your middle finger is your main way of communication."

This guy is getting on my nerves.

"You do realize that you made me late for next period with this bull crap, right?"

His face held disapproval with my tone and choice of words. He cut to the chase. "Craig, we've decided that you may need to talk to the guidance councilor and set up an appointment for you. You meet tomorrow."

My eyes went wide. "Whoa, whoa, hold up! What?"

Mr. Blake's expression did not waver. "We believe it's best."

I wasn't having it. "Dude, screw that! Guidance councilor? Out of the question!"

"Mr. Tucker—"

"No! It's bad enough to find out that you and the other teachers were being creeps and stalking me, but you don't just make these decisions!"

"Mr. Tucker, I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter. Now be in the guidance councilor's office during lunch tomorrow, or find yourself serving detentions to make up for your sessions." The jerk went back to filing papers. "Dismissed."

STAN

"I feel like it's been forever since we've last been here." On my right side, Wendy sighed as she leaned her head onto my shoulder, her arm looped with mine.

Kyle, who was walking with us on my other side, scoffed. "It's only been a couple of weeks."

"Don't you know, Ky? To girls, everything feels like forever."

My girlfriend shoved me with her hip. "Not true!"

Kyle and I shared a look of mischief.

He imitated a girl's voice, "OMG, Stephanie! Like, how long has it been since we last hung out!"

I played along. "Oh, Kylie! It's been, like, forever!"

"I know, right!"

We both jumped up and down giving off girlish squeals. This caused a few questioning glances our way.

Wendy rolled her eyes. "You two can be really immature sometimes."

I shrugged. "What's life without immaturity?"

Kyle chuckled. "More words of wisdom from the great Stan Marsh!"

"Well, at least we girls don't compare the sizes of our penises."

"Hey! It was one time in elementary school, don't bring it up!"

She gave a smile of satisfaction.

It was then during our trek to class that we came across Nichole and Token…together?

"Wendy, hey!" Nichole came over to hug her. "I feel like it's been forever since we've seen each other."

I snickered, despite Wendy's glare, and glanced at Kyle if he caught that, too. But his expression held no amusement. In fact, it seemed as if he were doing his best to avoid looking at Nichole at all costs.

My suspicions were confirmed when she greeted him.

"Kyle, good to see you, too!"

He mumbled under his breath, "Oh yeah?" I don't think the other heard, but I did.

Trying to ease away the awkward, I asked Token and Nichole how they're break had been.

"Well to be honest," said Token, "it wasn't the best. Until Christmas, that is." He smiled at Nichole and she smiled back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kyle glaring at him. I concluded that this was probably what he was upset about a while back, and made a mental note to question him about it later.

Suddenly, the warning bell rang, causing remaining students to scramble around to their classes.

"Time to roll." I announced.

Wendy waved. "See you, guys."

Nicole and Token continued on their way, waving back.

As she walked past him, Nichole said, "Bye, Kyle."

He didn't reply, as if she hadn't spoken, and went on walking to class with us, though his pace was faster than before, and he was now ahead of us.

Wendy and I gave one another a worried look. Kyle would sometimes give the cold shoulder. To Kenny, Cartman, and I? Yeah, we were use to it. Sometimes we annoyed him to the point where he gave us the silent treatment. Sometimes he'd even do it to his family. But of all people, Nichole? The girl he found himself so infatuated with more than anyone?

Looks like it was time for super best friend Stan to step in.

CALLIE

I simply stared out the window as the teacher droned on. I could care less of what she was saying at the moment.

My heart began to pick up speed. Oh, great. The last thing I need is to have an outburst in class again. Immediately, I reach for my maroon colored canister sitting on my desk, and drink from it. A calm feeling settles in and my heartbeat slows to a normal rate. I sigh with relief.

What would've happened if I hadn't reacted in time? If I had another meltdown? Things wouldn't be too good for me at home. Don't get me wrong, my father doesn't beat me, though I think he wants to sometimes. But he does abuse me verbally. He calls me useless. A waste of his space. He's even threatened to kick me out. But that would mean letting his crazy daughter loose on the streets, and we wouldn't want that.

Maybe he hates me because my mom died giving birth to me. At least that's what I think. Linda tells me that's preposterous. She and my mother were close, and she assures me that my father doesn't hate me, that he's just a stubborn man. Always has been, she says.

I continue to watch as the snow creates a fresh blanket onto the ground, still ignoring my surroundings. Most people would think the snow was beautiful. Pure white, delicate, and free. But snow brings bad memories for me. I can distinctly remember the crimson that once flawed the favored white sheet. This made me wince.

Enough with the negative. Let's think of the positive. The one good thing in my life that I'm grateful for—other than Linda of course. Tweek. He's just like me. He understands me better than anyone I know. And though he doesn't know it, he's certainly stopped me from trying it again. I wouldn't go as far as saying that I'm in love with him, at least not yet. But I will say that I need him. If nothing more than to truly keep me sane.

It did pain me to see him so upset about Craig. Tweek doesn't deserve to fear for his friend. He's too good for that. And I can see that there's more happening with Craig than he wants everyone to believe. It's none of my business, so I shouldn't be so concerned. And I won't be. Not unless there becomes a reason where I need to be.

SAM

I was more anxious to get out of school than ever. Clyde and I made plans to go to Stark's Pond again. You know, to improve my ice skating.

It wasn't a date per se, or at least I think it wasn't. Not that I'd mind if it was. Would I?

It's still so hard to believe. Clyde was different than when I last saw him when we were kids. One thing's for sure, he still loves tacos. That will most likely never change. But he's not as chubby and absent-minded as before. He's much more intelligent. And he even has a slight muscle tone. What's most noticeable was how caring he was. There was once a time where, back in our kindergarten days, he'd always laugh when I trip, or obnoxiously make fun of me for whatever reason. But now? Now, he's considerate. He tries his best never to say the wrong thing. He does his best to pull a smile out of me, rather than an annoyed frown. This is not the same Taco Boy I remember. This is…Clyde. And what's better is that he doesn't just see me as his playmate anymore. To him, I'm Sam.

And soon, I'd be Sam on ice. I mentally laughed at the thought.

But on a serious note, I felt more guilty than amused. Clyde was giving his all in our recovered friendship. And he was doing it all for me. But despite that, I'm still keeping secrets. The worst part is I don't even know why. After Christmas, I was more than a hundred percent sure that Clyde would always be there for me. So why don't I just tell him? Is there some part of me that doesn't trust him, that doesn't think he can handle it? Ugh, my life is so complicated.

I did my best to push these thoughts away, though I knew they'd resurface eventually. But I'll worry about them later. Right now, my only concern is waiting for the bell to ring and school to end.

KENNY

"Ooo, you like her!"

"SHHHH! Shut up, Kenny! Or I swear to God, I'll stab you in the eye with my pencil!" Cartman exclaimed through his clenched teeth.

He just told me about his Christmas, which involved tons of cookies (of course) and RED! Oh, this was just too good!

"Dude, I can't believe you have feelings for Red! Actually, I can't believe you have feelings at all." I whispered.

"I said shut up about it. And I don't have feelings for her. She just happens to be someone I actually like. Which I more than I can ever say for you."

"Aw. I love you, too."

He gave me a deadly glare, causing me to snicker.

"On a serious note, dude, there's obviously something between you two. And you both know it. Someone needs to make a move."

Cartman raised an eyebrow. "Well, I could say the same for you and Stevens, Kenny. What was it you gave her? A charm bracelet? And from some broken-hearted chump! I can't believe she accepted that."

"To tell the truth, I can't even. Actually, I can't believe she accepts me." I run my hand through my messy hair. "I mean, she's Bebe Stevens, and she hangs out with me. She could hang around anyone. She's got guys wrapped around her finger."

"You're telling me." I hear him mumble.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"It means, retard, that you're one of those guys."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Me? No way, tubs. I don't fall for girls, they fall for me. Kenny McCormick has doesn't do love."

"You're only fooling yourself Kenny."

"If I am, you are, too. Now that I think about it, didn't you have that small crush on Red in middle school?"

Cartman's response was a hard punch to my arm. "Shut. Up."

"But it's true." I smile, despite the pain.

Cartman paused for a while before saying, "Ok, so what if it is? It doesn't mean that like her now."

"Dude, yes it does! Seriously, you should go on an official date."

He looked at me with suspicion. "You know, for someone who doesn't do love, you seem to be giving love advice."

"Hey, I have my moments. But really, Cartman, though I do think you're part of what's wrong with the world, I would like to see you happy."

"Dude, that's gay." He began to sharpen a pencil for the notes we were about to take. "How about you take your own advice? Ask Bebe out."

It honestly didn't sound like a bad idea, not that I'm admitting to falling for Bebe.

"Maybe I will. And if I do, you have to buck up and ask Red out. Deal?"

We shook on it, and then out of nowhere he stabbed my hand with his sharpened pencil.

"Ow! Jesus, dude!"

Cartman crouched down to my ear and growled, "Mention my supposed crush on Red out loud again, and it will literally be your eye next time."

BUTTERS

Tweek, Clyde and I all sat at a table in the library, talking about our Winter Breaks.

"Geez, Butters. I can't believe your parents embarrassed you like that."

"I can. How's Craig, by the way? Did he tell you why he left so suddenly?"

Tweek rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. "No. I asked him earlier this morning. He started getting defensive and asked me why I was 'all in his space'." He sighed. "I don't know what's going on, and frankly, I'm beginning to not care." The blond gave his attention back to his geography homework.

"Oh, come on, Tweek. You don't mean that."

"Whatever."

Clyde spoke up, "I'm starting to think the same way about Sam."

"What?"

"I'm just being honest." he said. "It's been so long since she began acting normal, since we really renewed our friendship. But she still hasn't told me where she's been all this time, and what happened to her. What makes her think that she can't tell me, or just trust me for that matter. It sucks to say, but the longer she keeps to herself, the more I feel...uneasy around her. And in a bad way."

Wow. It surprised me to hear my friends say these things, especially since they were so close to these people. It made me wonder just how far a relationship could be stretched.

I haven't said anything, but I've been having a weary feeling ever since the Kick-Back on the first day. The way Kyle looked at his friends as he left. How alone Craig was. The defeat on Clyde's face. Not to mention, Nichole's unease around Token. And all these things escalated more and more. Stan would never say it, but I know he's jealous of that Nathan fella. And Wendy hasn't take too kindly to it. Then, there's Kenny and Bebe. From the looks of it, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Just two people getting closer, which is great. But it almost seems one-sided, as if Kenny's carrying the whole friend-ship on his shoulders, and Bebe jumps in and out of it. Cartman and Red, well, that's a whole other story.

"Butters, my man, you have it easy." Clyde pat me on the back.

"How so?"

"You and your little friend Liz. A perfect match. And she doesn't seem to be keeping anything under wraps."

I chuckle and shake my head. "Yeah, she's a great friend."

Tweek huffed.

"I'm sure," Clyde continued. "I hope things keep going smooth for you, buddy."

"And I hope things get smooth for you, guys."

KIRSTEN

The sound of my silver Prada heels clicking through the halls announce my presence in the halls, making students part ways for me. Obviously, this gives me satisfaction.

I notice the stares I get. Girls that wish they were me, and boys that want to get with me. Honestly, how many times can one girl get asked out in one school year? Though rightfully so.

I'm a North Parker, so obviously my house is bigger. I have more money, better clothes, and better clothes. Why would I be going to South Park High, you may ask? There's way too much competition in North Park High. Almost every student there has what I have. Plus, poor Hel's dad lost his job, and there's no way she could show her face at NPHS while he was working as a cashier. She was forced to attend this lower class school, and I, being the amazing BFF I am, offered to join her.

We arrived during the summer before the school year started, and met Chris and Justin (two Middle Parkers) at the local park. It's laughable at how easily they thought they could get with us.

Then came that first day, where I met him. Stan Marsh. Oh, that hot messy ebony hair, those gorgeous azure eyes, and the cute humorous remarks. I definitely have my eye out for him. We'd be perfect together, I know it. There's only one obstacle in my way: Wendy Testaburger. His lame girlfriend. What he sees in her, I'll never know. Opposed to my silky caramel hair, hazel eyes, and luscious lips, she's nothing but a plain Jane. And a joy kill. Stan must have his standards set low, but I planned to raise them for him.

On m way to class, I spot a friend of his. Kenny, was it? I watched as he walked down the hall and towards someone, with the chubby boy staying a few feet away watching. Kenny came up to...Bebe Stevens? That's the girl who happened to be friends with Wendy, surprisingly. Not to mention who Justin was seeing. So why did she seem so happy to see Kenny?

This caught my interest, and I slyly moved in closer. I was near enough to hear and far enough where they wouldn't notice me. I pretended my attention was on anything else other than their conversation.

"Any particular reason you're asking?"

He shrugged. "Oh, nothing major. I was just wondering if you wanted to do something together."

Beebe's eyes widened. "You mean...a d-date?"

"Date. Outing. Get together. Whatever you want to call it."

A date? But, wasn't it earlier that she agreed to go out to eat with Justin?

"Oh, um...Kenny, I would love to, really, but...I just have way too much homework. Yeah, there's no way I'll have any free time tonight. I'm sorry."

The boy looked disappointed, and said, "Oh. Well, that's fine, I guess. My bad." Without another word, he headed back to his fat friend, who was laughing hysterically.

Bebe, on the other hand didn't smile one bit. She looked guilty. After what I just witnessed, I won't deny that she is.

On her way to class, she bumped into me.

"Sorry." she mumbled.

Ha! She barely noticed that I might've overheard. Lucky me.

I watched as she walked away.

Juggling two boys at the same time. My, oh my, Ms. Stevens, what a muck you're in.

KYLE

School has ended, thank goodness. I wanted nothing more than to get out of here. I didn't know how much longer I could take watching Token and Nichole together.

Kenny might have it worse, though. Cartman told about how Bebe turned him down. And what's worse is how much Kenny's playing it off fine. He's pretending that it didn't hurt his pride one bit, but we know it did. No one has ever turned him down before. Even if a girl was utterly disgusted by him, he'd pursue her until she said yes, which they always did. We won't call him out on his façade, though. Well, maybe Cartman will.

As I was placing a text book from my locker to my back pack, Stan came up behind me, arms crossed and what seemed to be a serious look on his face. I knew that look, and it was annoying. It was his, "We Need To Talk" look. He's given me that look since we became friends. Whenever there was something I wouldn't tell him about, he'd give me that look and push me into confession.

I closed my locker door and turned to him, and the two of us stared at each other, waiting for the other to crack.

After what seemed like forever, he said, "You know what this means."

I sighed and headed to the exit, Stan trailing behind me.

"Stan, I don't want to talk about it."

"Well you've got to talk about it."

"No, actually, I don't."

He turned me towards him. "You're upset because Token and Nichole may be back together. Admit it."

"Ok, so what if I am. What are you going to do about it?"

His expression became sympathetic. "Dude, maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Think about it, you've done all you could to start a relationship with her only for her to end up in another guy's arms."

My jaw dropped some. "Wow, Stan. Thanks so much. I'm glad you just told me that." I was about to walk away again, when he pulled me back.

"That's not what I meant. Look, Ky, I'm just saying that maybe you two weren't right for each other. It happens."

I scoffed. "Right, because we can't all be 'Stan Marsh and Wendy Testaburger: Star Couple.'"

He seemed a little hurt. "What's that suppose to mean?"

I sighed and shook my head. "Nothing. Sorry."

With offense still lingering in his eyes, he said, "Anyway, we should do something to get your mind of Nichole."

"Like what?" My tone was skeptic, yet suspicious. Knowing Stan, who knows what he had in mind.

And the famous smile of mischief he gave didn't me either.

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