Wack.
"Ouch! God Damn! What the fuck Kyle?"
"That's for making me go to that stupid dance."
The school halls were crowded and noisy in the early morning hours, before the bells rung. Weaving threw them was a work out but Kyle seamed to manage. He found his friends sitting out side on the bleachers near the football field. The red head wasted no time walking over and punching Stan in the arm.
Rubbing the spot Stan looked at Kyle. "Where were you, by the way? Wendy and I looked every where for you."
"Did you try out side?" Kyle sat down with a huff of irritation.
"Dude I thought I was driving you home?" Poor Stan looked confused.
"I changed my mind." Another huff.
"Kyle, are you ok?"
"I'm fine." Kyle's voice didn't sound fine. Cartman chucked.
"Don't worry Stan, Kyle is just pissed that he didn't get any last night."
"Shut the fuck up Cartman." Kyle hissed.
"It's ok Kyle, you are the only virgin left on the planet."
"Cartman shut up man," Kenny voice was muffled by the hoodie he wore but it was easy to tell what he said.
"I mean I would be embarrassed too if I was still the only virgin left in the world." Cartman's voice continued to get louder. Random people in the area began to look their way.
"Shut your fat ass up!" Kyle's face grew red with anger, his fists curling tightly.
"I'm not fat you stupid Jew! I'm big boned!" Cartman shouted.
"Yeah right, is that the excuse that you use when girls disappear in the folds of fat."
"Why you stupid fucking Jew," Cartman stood up ready to jump Kyle. "I'll kill you!"
Kyle anticipated getting hit and cowered slightly, but before anyone could say or do anything, from out of no where a small rock hit Cartman over the head. Hard. It was a big rock. So much so that the force of the blow caused Cartman to fall. His right arm hit the metal bleachers hard. The fact that he was extremely over weight didn't help his landing.
"Holy shit." Kenny tried to keep from laughing.
"Who the fuck threw that!" Cartman bellowed. He looked like he didn't know what to nurse first, his head, or his arm.
Ring.
"Come on Cartman," Stan said giving Kyle a wink as if to say, 'your off the hook'. "I'll get you to the Nurses office."
As they walked toward the inner campus (Cartman bitching the whole time) Kyle remain still for a moment. What are the chances of a rock that big flying right at Cartman's head, at that exact time? Deciding to shut off his brain, and be thankful it relieved him a black eye, he gathered his things and headed for his first class.
"Alright class please sit down, the bell has rung, sit down." Their poor history teacher. Kyle almost felt sorry for her some times. She tried, really she did, but authority was never one of her strong points. No one ever seemed to listen to a word she said. Even during a lecture most of the class was either asleep or talking. Kyle was no different. Everything she said was in their book anyway. Kyle's grades were fine.
He let his mind wander for a while as she scolded a few of the boys. He hadn't forgotten anything about last night as he hoped he would. The memories still fresh on the surface of his mind. Many questions still bothered him. What was Christophe doing there anyway? He found it very hard to believe that he just happened by. Why did he offer him a ride home? Kyle could have been carrying a gun or something. Why did he except the ride? Christophe might have had a gun or something? Why had Christophe touch his face they way that he did? Was he gay? Did he have a girlfriend? A boyfriend? ...And why in all hell did he even care?
Kyle for a moment strained his brain cells to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, then decide whether it was worth listening to."...now that this is settled I would like to tell you about a teacher's aid, that needs a few credits and will be joining us..." No, not really all that interesting.
Kyle shook he head slightly. He was thinking too much into it again, and he decided to relax. In a few days he would forget about the night of the dance. The fact was he would never see the dark, mysterious Frenchmen again, so why bother dwelling. A small sigh released it's self from his mouth. It almost sounded sad. 'Face facts Kyle, it's what your good at anyway."
"...should get along well. He's French too. Christophe, would you come in please?"
Kyle's eye shot open and jerked his head to the door. He looked like a deer caught in headlights that just realized it was stepping in shit. In walked a scruffy young man, tall, with dark hair, and cloudy brown eyes that seemed made of marble when looked at in the daylight. And those eyes found Kyle in a heartbeat.
"Bonjour" his voice sounded like he was ready to seduce the student body, or perhaps maybe just one student's body.
Stan leaned over to Kyle and whispered. "Hey doesn't he look familiar?"
All Kyle could do was keep him self from turning beet red.
tbc
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