A/N: So its not exactly a drabble. I don't care.

A/R: High School years.

Warning: Dirty implications.

Twenty-Five: Hide

By PDOTL

Friday morning Butters came into school with a frown fixed on his face. His oceanic eyes were planted straight ahead, avoiding the interested stares. "Dude, what's with Butters?" Kyle asked Stan as the blonde strode past their lockers.

Stan shrugged and closed his locker with a big bang. "Did you notice the hickey he was sporting?" Stan asked, referring to the mark left wide open to scrutiny by a flimsy white wife beater.

"Think that's why he's so pissed?" Kyle asked, leaning against the nearest locker as he observed Butters closely.

Kenny arrived just in time to find them staring at Butters. "Hey, guys, what's going on?"

"Butters has a hickey," Stan answered automatically.

"And he looks ticked the hell off," Kyle added.

Kenny raised an eyebrow and followed his gaze. Not a moment later Butters felt his neck burn. When his eyes met Kenny's he gave him a glare filled with such hatred that the poor boy felt his bones chill. Kenny felt the blood rush guiltily to his cheeks and froze to the spot."Shit, I'm in so much trouble," he whispered under his breath.

"What?" Kyle questioned, breaking the blonde out of his trance.

"Nothing." He heard a scoffing noise and looked up just in time to see Butters pass by them.

So much trouble.


The school dance was in full swing when Kenny got there. Butters hadn't spoken to him all day; it was like he was avoiding him or something. Without his naïve blonde babe, the dance seemed like the next best thing to check out, even if they were traditionally lame-ass.

"Hey, Kenny, what are you doing here?" Wendy asked as she stood by the front door, dressed up in a cute little yellow dress and white heels.

"Nothing better to do in this flea-bitten town. Waiting for someone?" Kenny asked awkwardly, never being much of a fan of the Testaburger. T

he raven-haired girl sighed, "If he ever gets here…" Kenny shrugged and made his way inside, entering the gymnasium just in time to hear the song change from a slow dance to a bopping techno verse.

Kenny laughed at the kids closest to him dancing like fiends out of hell. "Hey, Kenny, check out Bebe and Butters," Clyde said as he approached from behind, a half empty cup of punch in his hand. "I think he drank some of the punch I spiked…" Kenny eyed the red drink in Clyde's hand then the dance floor. "

I don't see him," Kenny said, almost impatiently.

The brunette snorted as he downed his drink and whipped his hand across his lip. "Up by the stage, he's a pretty good –hic- dancer." Kenny grinned a bit and slapped his back.

"Thanks, old chap," he said mischievously, leaving the drunken one and pushing through the crowd.

He found his blonde with the most gossiped about girl in the school. They were dancing wildly, looking for the all the world drunk and oblivious. Bebe had a wild look in her eye, like she had caught and was playing with he prey. Kenny frowned at that and sidled up so that he could cut in front of them, but to late. Bebe went in for the dive and Butters had a hungry piranha attached to his lips. At least that's how Kenny saw it. Butters didn't seem to be complaining. "Tasty," Bebe murmured before Kenny finally snapped out of whatever daze he was in. His arm shot out and gripped Butters' bicep firmly. Bebe's eyes lit up at the potential drama, if not because she was totally blazed.

"K-Kenny…" Butters breathed lightly, feeling his body being pulled into the taller boy's warm arms.

"What are you doing?" Kenny practically shouted in his ear. Butters didn't seem to mind.

"Having fun without my not-boyfriend," Butters quickly said, not slurring a word.

Kenny leaned back away from his hot breath."What do you mean," he said more softly, but not so heard it all the same.

"Here, you're not my boyfriend. Out there even, you're not my boyfriend So why-why do you care?" Butters hissed, suddenly recovering his anger from earlier that day and leaning away from the boy, though not struggling against his hold. In the background Bebe was wondering what was taking so long.

Kenny promptly let go of the thin arm and strode up stage, quickly grabbing the mike out of the DJ's hand. But the music didn't stop, so Kenny screamed into the mike just as a slow dance was coming back on "I'm going out with Leopold Stotch, also known as Butters. Deal with it while I go rape him in the cafeteria."

Then he dropped the amplification technology and jumped off the stage, pushing past shocked bodies to the Stotch. Butters blurrily frowned at him as he got in front of him by shoving Bebe into a pack of football players.

"The cafeteria smells like sweat socks," he said with a wrinkled nose, being pulled along toward the exit.

"Principal's office it is," Kenny quipped back as they passed Wendy and Cartman near the back wall.

Butters blinked a couple times. "His chair looks awfully comfortable…"

Kenny smirked. "We'll have to test it then…"