Chapter 25: All To myself

~Kyle~

"Stan, this is a bad idea. I'm late for Trig, and what if someone sees us?"

"No one's going to see us Kyle. It's the middle of the day, and would you REALLY want to be in Trig right now?"

"Well no but-Hey! Watch your hands!"

"You like ot/"

I didn't know what Stan was thinking. A quickie in his car between class periods was a bad idea, and nowhere near comfortable. I kept thinking about how it was his mother's car he was trying to get with me in. He was set on it though, and we rarely spent time together lately.

The only time we did was for sex, and that was unsettling.

Stan swears up and down that isn't true.

"Regardless," I said, "we could get into a lot of trouble."

He had me pinned on the back seat, kissing my neck and running his hands all over. He had asked me to come to his car to help him out with something.

I just didn't realize what that 'something' was.

"Just relax. I'll start, okay?" He moved down and started fiddling with my belt.

I had decided to just give up and go along with it when my phone started to ring.

"Just ignore it." He said, but I knew I couldn't.

"I can't Stan. I always answer my phone. People will get suspicious if I don't/"

'Suspicious' was the word that made Stan back off. We were still hiding what we were doing after all.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Broflovski?"

"This is him. Who's this?"

"It's Craig. I got your number from McCormick."

"Okay, what's up?"

"I…uh….Clyde hasn't been answering his phone. Could you just tell him to bring mine and Tweek's homework for this week up to the hospital after school?"

I was taken aback. Hospital?

"Uh, sure, no problem. Are you guys okay?"

There was am pause. I could hear voices in the background.

"Yeah, for the most part. Just tell Clyde please. Oh, and Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell anyone we're here, okay?"

"Yeah sure."

"Promise me Broflovski."

"I promise! Jeez Craig."

"Good, I'm sorry I just-" A loud scream was heard, and Craig muttered "fuck" before the line went dead.

Was that Tweek's scream?

Stan gave me a confused look.

"What was that about?" I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket.

"Nothing, just have to do something after school."

"Okay…"

"And now it was awkward.

"Well, um, I really should go." I pushed Stan off of me and climbed out of the car.

W-wha-Kyle!" I got out and started straightening myself up.

"I'll see you later, okay? Give me my sweatshirt."

"Why?"

"So I have an excuse to be out here." He passed me the green article and I went back into the school.

I bet it seems weird after all of that begging to get Stan to start dating me in the first place. At first I was ecstatic. We watched movies at his house and acted like a couple whenever we were alone.

The problem was that was all it was.

In public, I was just a friend, and even then, he avoided me a lot.

I also heard some rumors that Stan was sleeping around, or at least flirting with other girls. Once word got out that Stan was on the market for the first time since grade school, he attracted them like bugs to a zapper.

Although I should have expected this behavior, I kind of hoped Stan and I would be more or less exclusive, even if no one else knew it. I had also heard a rumor about the clap going around.

I didn't want to sleep with Stan again until I knew he was clean.

I went inside the school and shoved my sweatshirt in to my backpack. I didn't even need the damn thing; it was over 80 degrees out that day.

Half of me was thrilled to be with Stan, but the other half wanted more. A lot more.

"Kyle." I turned to see Christophe with a shovel over his shoulder.

"Burying a body?" I quipped, he shrugged.

"Not this time mon ami. Twas, how do you say… beauty committee?"

"Beautification committee?"

"Aui. It was either that or suspension."

"What did you do?"

"Bury a body near the green 'ouse."

"You're joking."

"Perhaps, it would be better if you did not know."

"Yeah, probably."

"So you were with Stan this 'hole time?"

"What? I wasn't with Stan. What makes you think that?"

"Why else would you go out of your way to get a sweater in such 'ot weather?"

I glanced back at my bag. The incriminating evidence of green fabric peeking out from the zipper.

"I'm anemic." I lied. "And even if I was with Stan, that's none of your business."

"It is my business, mon ami, even as just a friend, if nothing more."

"What do you mean?"

"Stan is using you. You are nothing but a glory 'ole to 'im."

"T-That's not true 'Tophe."

"Is it not? Did you not 'ear the rumor about Wendy?"

"Wendy?"

"Stan's last amour?"

"What about her?"

"Christophe leaned against the lockers, putting the shovel beside him and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Rumor 'as it she is with child."

"No way. Wendy?"

"Aui. And the rumor also says that Stan is the father."

MY heart stopped. I couldn't breathe.

"Impossible."

"Perhaps, or perhaps not. You and Stan are not faithful to each other, no?"

"N-no…"

"Then, 'ow would you know what 'e's been doing behind your back? Seems this is very possible to me."

I looked down. Was this possible? Could Stan have accidently gotten Wendy pregnate? How could he be so irresponsible?

"Where did you hear about this?"

"From Red, who 'eard it from Wendy 'erself."

"Are you sure she was telling the truth?"

"Aui."

I didn't know what to say. How could Stan keep a huge secret from me?

Or, did he not already know?

"I…I've got to go. Later 'Tophe." I pushed him out of my way.

"Kyle." I turned to him again.

"I am…taking a vacation from my work, so I will be 'ome this month. If you need me, you know where I am."

I nodded, and continued down the hall.

I probably wouldn't need Christophe, right? This can be easily resolved. It's just a rumor, it couldn't possibly be true….

Right?

~Stan~

When the hell am I ever going to use precalciulous? I growled at my workbook.

"God, if you could get him out of this test, I'll never skip church to play videogames at Kyle's or to nurse a hangover from one of Token's parties ever again…"

Seriously annoyed, I shoved my workbook across the library table.

God, I hated math.

I heard the library's doors open, but I didn't look up until a stack of textbooks bigger then mine slammed on the table.

It was Kyle, glaring down at me as he leaned forward menacingly over the table.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He yelled, startling me and making me sit up straight.

"Tell you-" "SHHHHH!" The librarian interrupted. I glared at her and continued.

"Tell you what?"

"About Wendy."

"I told you we broke up months ago."

"No, you idiot. Why didn't t you tell me you go Wendy pregnant?"

"WHATTTTTTTTT?" I flew back in my chair, crashing to the ground, people started to shush us again. I stumbled to my feet.

"What are you talking about Kyle? I never knocked Wendy up!"

"SHH!"

Oh you 'Shh!'!" I yelled. The librarian glared at us.

"Mr. Marsh, Mr. Broflovski, I suggest you two take your conversation elsewhere."

Kyle and I glanced at each other, gathered our things, and walked outside into the brisk afternoon air. We dropped our books and bags and continued to talk, calmer then when we started.

"I never knocked Wendy up Kyle. We were always careful, I swear."

He wrapped his sweatshirt tighter around himself.

"That's what people are saying Stan. It even got to Christophe."

I couldn't help but growl. Christophe again.

"Of course he heard abo0ut it. He always knows exactly what to say to make you not trust me."

Kyle looked confused.

"Christophe isn't trying to discredit you Stan. He's better than that."

Yeah, right. That French bastard had been trying to get Kyle and me to end our relationship before it even started.

"Is he, Kyle? Every chance he gets he tries to turn you against me."

"Why would he want to do something like that?"

"Isn't it obvious? He wants you and the only things standing in his way is me. If I seemed like a bad guy, he thinks he'll have a better chance at winning."

"What am I? Some sort of prize to be won?"

Kyle didn't realize what Christophe and I already did; Kyle was a prize.

"Whatever man. He hates me, and he'd just as quickly put a hit on my head if he could get away with it."

"Stan…" He warned. I groaned.

"This isn't even about Christophe anyway. I didn't get Wendy pregnant."

"If you did, would you tell me?"

No.

"Yeah dude, stop worrying about dumb rumors."

"I laughed as convincingly as I could and slung my arm around Kyle's shoulders.

"Besides," I chuckled, "Wendy isn't dumb enough to get herself pregnant."

Kyle laughed with me, realizing how dumb the idea sounded, and things seemed to be ok as I took him to his next class, grabbed his ass and smirked when he turned red. Christophe gave me a death glare from across the room, but I just grinned at him and waved. Like the asshole I knew I could be.

Honestly, I didn't know if I got Wendy pregnant. Was it possible? Maybe, I didn't know how long it took for a girl to know. And if I did do it, what the hell was I going to do? Knowing both our families, they'll make us get married, and I don't want to do that.

I decided, that the next chance I had I would confront Wendy. There was only one way to be sure.