On the walk back to my house, I thought about how I would get away with it. An idea formed in my head on the perfect way to be eliminated from even being a suspect! All I had to do was tell Stan and the guys that I had canceled the date because I was feeling sick. My parents didn't know I left, so they could testify that I was home in my room the whole time. The snow will melt and remove the fingerprints in the process. Once I arrived at my house I realized that I can't just walk through the front door because A. I'm covered in blood and B. I'm supposed to be in my room the whole time of the incident. I snuck over to my window and crawled through. A bit of blood wiped off onto the windowsill, so I wiped it with a towel. (don't forget to bring a towel :DD) Thankfully nothing was out of place, meaning my parents haven't come in.

Strangely enough, I still didn't feel any guilt. To be honest, I really enjoyed that experience. Maybe I could get away with just one more killing.. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I have a text from Stan.

SM: Hey dood are you done with your date yet?

KB: Yeah haha I didn't go actually, had a really bad headache.

SM: oh nvm then I was gonna ask If you wanted to come chill at cartmans with us.

KB: Nah, I'm feeling better now. I can go over :)

And now my Alibi is in place. That was easier than I thought. "Hey, I'm going to Cartman's to hang out with the guys." I called out to whoever was there. "Okay bubulah, have fun!" My mom hollered back. It just hit me that I haven't heard my voice since before I was a cold-blooded killer. I'm thinking too much about this, hopefully hanging out with the guys will help take my mind off things. The walk to Cartman's is only about a block, So I got there pretty fast and didn't have much time to think or reflect. I knock on the door and listen to Cartman yelling incoherently behind the door. Kenny opens the door and then calls out to Stan "Hey Stan your boyfriend is here!" He was obviously joking, but the thought of it still makes me blush. I go inside and slip my shoes off before plopping down on the carpet next to Stan. "So how was your gay little date, Stan?" Cartman asked. My mind rushes with everything but my alibi. Oh yeah, I killed her with a broken bottle like a psycho alcoholic on his innocent wife! "Oh, I didn't go. I got a bad headache and was not in the mood. She never messaged me, So she probably was not intending to go either." Maybe that was too much detail. I wonder if everyone can tell I'm making it up.. Oh god what if there's a splotch of blood somewhere that I didn't clean off! I wiped off my shoes, right?

"What he means is that he remembered he has a boner for Stan so he ditched the poor girl." Cartman teased. What's with all the gay jokes today? This is more than usual. I think I'm just paranoid. "Shut your fat fucking mouth, Cartman." I snapped back at him. "Anyway.. You guys want to play Mortal Kombat?" Stan requested as an attempt to change the subject. Him and Kenny must get pretty sick of all the mindless insults me and Cartman shoot at each other. I can't blame them, honestly. I wouldn't be able to stand it, hell, I'd kill to get stupid, repetitive arguments to just stop. Wait, I DID kill for that. Whoops. Stan inserts the game disk and we watch as the screen lights up. "I call playing as Scorpion!" Cartman called out. "Noob Saibot for me!" Kenny followed. "Who are our little fags going to play as?" It could just be my imagination, but I swear I saw Stan's face go red at that comment. "Uh- Umm- I'm fine with being whoever." Stan said. "Yeah, as long as you're Kyle's boyfriend." There's definitely more gay jokes than usual. I wonder why. I wonder why Stan was blushing. I really can't think straight. Maybe it's because I'm a murderer who's living out in the world. Especially since I have this small part of me who wants to kill again. Maybe it's the fact I have a crush on my best friend. My straight friend, who has a girlfriend. Yet again, I have- had a girlfriend, but that didn't make me straight. I guess Stan and Wendy have been together for years.. I need to stay concentrated.

I snap back to reality to realize everyone is waiting for me to pick a character. "Hurry the fuck up, Kahl! We don't have all day!" I pick a random fighter and the game begins. We play a few rounds before Cartman throws a fit about him losing every time. "Fine, fatass. Let's do something else." I reluctantly comply with Cartman's asshole behavior. We all just kind of sit around and do our own thing, meaning Cartman watches TV and eats snacks, Kenny looking through photo books of Cartman's mom, and me and Stan talking about a lot of nothing.

Me and Stan made some plans for tomorrow after school. We planned to go and play some basketball and get food, nothing big. I've been meaning to for a while now, But I think tomorrow will be the day I ask Stan out, I mean it's now or never right? Plus even if he rejects me, he won't go out of his way to humiliate me or tell anyone about it. It's a win-win situation, really.

I should mention that the reason kyle has to hide his relationship with Veronica a secret is because shes a very heavy christian, which sheila doesnt want kyle to be involved with.