"I'm ba-aaaaack!"-Kyle Schwartz, Kyle's cousin. Okay, I've got a whole bunch of chapters already set up and ready to be released…but I can't put 'em all out at once 'cause that would spoil the fun, so I'm gonna put up just two today…but that does seem like a lot for just the first day…oh well. Okay, I'll answer reviews…

sonekasoyer: Thanks, man. It's nice to hear some encouragement, my stinkin' friends are too frickin' self-centred to do give me some…and what kind of South Park High School story would it be without Wendy? ;) Oops, spoiler…oh well, it's not like it was that big a deal, huh?

By the way, I forgot the disclaimer last time: I don't own South Park, yattiyatta. However, if there is something that I do own, I will let you know, you stinkin' rascals.

Chapter Two: Monday Always Begins With A Yawn

Kyle could hear his mother calling from downstairs. He threw off the blue covers on his bed and stepped out of it, yawning and stretching his arms. He was only wearing a pair of grey boxer shorts and a white shirt. The light of the morning sun shone in through the window, lighting up a spot on the blue floor. There were some pictures hung up on the purple walls, but only few. Kyle opened the brown wardrobe and picked out some clothes.

Kyle arrived in the kitchen downstairs, wearing a white shirt and a pair of navy blue pants. He sat down at the table with his father while his mother walked around the kitchen. His mother was a bit round and had large, red hair that somehow stood straight up like scarlet balls of hair placed on each other. She wore a brown tweed and a grey skirt. His father was reading a paper. He had black hair, but as he had grown older it was starting to become lighter. He wore a brown jacket, a green shirt and black pants. Kyle heard footsteps, and his little brother entered. His name was Ike, and he was actually adopted, originally born in Canada. He was too big now, but Kyle had remembered when they were younger that he used to play a game called Kick the Baby, and all he did basically was kick Ike so he flew away, and it often ended with a broken window. Ike was wearing a baggy, white shirt and grey jogging pants.

"Whoa! It's almost nine!" Kyle suddenly exclaimed as he noticed the clock.

"Yeah, I've been calling on you for a lot longer than it should take! What are you waiting for?" Kyle's mother, Sheila Broflovski, wondered, pointing at the two, buttered toasts and the slices of cheese on the plate on the table. Kyle quickly gulped down the food, and then he went to clean up. Afterwards, he got his green backpack, put on his black shoes and his orange jacket, and then he headed out of the house, not bothering to say good bye to his family. On his way out of the large, grey house, he put on a green beanie. He headed down to the street and headed upwards on it. All the houses on both sides of the street looked pretty much the same except for color and the size of the backyards. He finally arrived at a part of the street where there were no houses. The weather in the town he lived in was always cold or not so cold, but there was always a thick layer of snow everywhere. The trees in the area he was in right now were covered in snow, just like all the other trees in South Park. He arrived at a yellow Bus Stop sign. Cartman, Stan and Kenny were there, along with a couple of other kids. Cartman wore a black jacket, but the others wore the same as the day before.

"Hi guys." Kyle said.

"Hey, dude. What took you so long?" Stan wondered. Kyle shrugged and looked around.

"Slept too long…where's Craig?" Kyle answered and continued to search through the small crowd of people. He stopped and stared for a moment when he saw a pretty girl with chestnut brown hair who was wearing a white shirt, a blue blouse and a green, long skirt. Her name was Rebecca, and Kyle had been smitten with her ever since he first met her when they were eight. She was staring at the ground while nervously biting her lip and rolling her thumbs. She may have felt Kyle's eyes on her, as she turned. When she saw him, she smiled a little. He smiled back for a moment, but he then turned away when he felt his cheeks burning up.

"Hey, there's Craig and Clyde," Kyle heard Stan say. He saw where his best friend was pointing. It was up ahead of the road, where two boys were slowly coming their way. One of them wore a black shirt, a blue, puffy jacket with a yellow collar and black pants. He wore a blue hat on his head. Next to him was a boy who looked like him a lot. He had brown, messy hair and dark, brown eyes. He wore an open, brown jacket over his red shirt with a blue collar and a pair of blue jeans.

"Hey!" Kenny suddenly shouted, waving at them. They noticed him and both frowned, slowly walking over to them. He looked at the boy with the brown hair. "You owe me three-hundred bucks!" The others could see that Kenny was overjoyed. Kenny's family was very poor, and he had never had a large amount of money. Kyle was also demanding his money from the boy in the blue hat.

"Fine, here!" The brown-haired boy exclaimed after a long while of nagging, handing a bundle of dollar bills to Kenny. "Leave me alone now. Come on, Craig." He said to the boy in the blue hat, walking away. Craig gave Kyle his money and left as well.

"Sweet…sweet!" Kenny exclaimed, staring at the money.

"What are you guys gonna do with the money?" Stan wondered.

"I'm gonna buy some new clothes, and after that, I'm gonna save my money at a safe place," Kenny said. He obviously had something planned for the money. Kyle, however, merely shrugged and shook his head.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with it…actually, I don't really need it," Kyle said. He stared at the money for a moment, and then, to his own surprise, he handed it to Kenny. "You take it." Kenny took the money and stared at Kyle.

"Whoa, thanks," Kenny whispered, overwhelmed with joy.

"Dude, you're a fucking idiot," Cartman scoffed, laughing. Suddenly, a yellow school bus zoomed up the road, the engine roaring as it drove in top speed. It made a complete halt at the bus stop, and the door opened. The bus driver was a young man with black, long hair. He wore a blue suit and a blue hat. His eyelids were hanging, a tired smile on his face.

"Get on, kids…" He said, smiling a little. People started getting on the bus. The four boys took the five seats that were placed in a row at the end of the bus. They all sighed when the last boy who got on the bus noticed that most seats were taken. He was a thin boy who looked a bit scrawnier and weaker than the other boys. He wore a blue shirt and a green vest as well as a pair of blue jeans. He nervously moved across the bus, sometimes scratching his yellow, messy hair. He noticed the seat next to Kenny, smiling weakly, as if he was about to start pleading for something.

"He-he-hello f-fellas…mind if I sit next to you, K-K-Kenny?" He stuttered, looking at Kenny. Cartman closed his eyes and started to whisper quietly, as if he was praying.

"Well…go ahead, Butters," Kenny said, smiling. The boy, Butters, smiled and jumped up on the seat at the left window.

"Th-thanks, K-Kenny…that's awful n-n-nice of you." Butters had always been teased and pushed around by everyone else, mostly because of his stuttering, his weak and cowardly persona and his tendency to be a sycophant. However, lately, people had gotten tired of messing with him, since he had started to stand up for himself more often. Kenny had always been kind to Butters, since he knew that if he was in Butters's seat, he would have wanted to be treated kindly.

Stan stared out the right window. Kyle who was sitting next to him was quietly staring at the top of Rebecca's head a few seats ahead, smiling weakly. Cartman was just sitting there, staring into nothingness. The bus suddenly stopped, and it took a long time for anyone in the back to see who was getting on. They could hear groans and shouts, but after a while, they saw a wheelchair be pushed on. Sitting on it was a boy who obviously had a dysfunctional brain. He wore a large, baggy, red shirt like Cartman and a pair of black pants that were a bit too large for him. He had an abnormally large head, with short, blonde hair that had a ting of orange in it. He smiled widely, looking around. He pushed the little lever on his wheelchair and it turned. Then, he moved across the bus, over to the end, just in front of the boys. He stopped there and turned forward.

"Timmy!" He exclaimed, and the bus soon started driving again. The wheelchair almost fell when the bus zoomed off. "Timmy!" The boy shouted again.

"Shut up, Timmy!" Cartman exclaimed.

"TIMMY!" Timmy shouted again. After that, he fell silent, his smile fading. "Ti-Timmy…" He whispered sometimes. Everyone was quiet under the whole bus ride. After a while, the bus stopped again. A boy got on the bus, his left eye closed and the right one staring from left to right over and over. He looked terrified. He wore a black jacket and dark green jeans. He held a mug with a red lid on it in his hand and a backpack over the shoulder.

"Man, school again! It is just way to much pressure!" He said loudly. He took a sip of coffee, and he started to calm down. Since there were no seats in the front that were empty, he went to the end and sat down on the seat in front of Timmy. He had blonde hair that stood out in every direction. His name was Tweek. The reason to why he was acting so strange, flinching, shaking and randomly squealing was because he drank too much coffee. His parents owned a coffee shop in town, so that was probably the source of his addiction.

The bus stopped soon after it had started. This time, a lot of the kids turned their heads against the entrance and started whispering to each other. A girl entered.

"Whoa!" Stan exclaimed. The girl had long, blonde hair. She wore a red shirt, a purple blouse, a purple, knee-long skirt and on her head was a purple beret. Her eyes were a deep, dark brown color. She looked around smiling. She walked down the bus, stopped, and sat down next to Tweek.

"Hi Tweek." She said with her soft, light voice. Tweek started sweating, shaking furiously.

"Oh man! This is WAY too much pressure!" He shouted, not able to stop shaking. He gulped down his entire mug of coffee and fell asleep, his mouth wide open. The girl laughed a little. Clyde leaned back over his seat and looked at the girl.

"Hey Wendy! When did you color your hair?" He asked. Wendy smiled.

"Saturday! Do you like it?" Wendy wondered, leaning back in her seat.

"Yeah, looks great!" Clyde answered. "Well, see ya!" He then turned back and sat down. Stan had been sitting there, gaping the whole time while his eyes were fixed on Wendy. The two of them had been a couple when they were younger but they broke up when Wendy started cheating on him. However, she had stopped going out with others completely. Cartman, as well, was sometimes turning his gaze against her, although trying his best not to. When they were younger, Wendy had attained feelings for Cartman too, but it turned out to be sexual tension which was released with a public kiss. However, Cartman's feelings for her had always been deeper than hers for him, but he had kept it hidden from everyone around, especially his friends, since he was afraid Stan would abandon him, and if he did, Kyle and Kenny would surely do the same. He had never had a best friend, a person who he could rely on no matter what, so he had always tried to keep his friendships intact and sometimes he had been forced to patch them up after one of his terrible pranks.

Stan gasped as Wendy leaned out and turned her head against him. "Hi Stan." She said. Stan stared at her, at a loss of words.

"H-h-h-hi W-W-We-Wen-Wend-d-d-y." He answered, stuttering worse than even Butters did. Wendy laughed a little and leaned back to her seat. Stan sighed.

"Dude, you're her bitch," Cartman remarked, grinning. Kyle and Kenny laughed, and Stan glared at them. Kenny shrugged and Kyle looked back.

"Well, there's some truth in it!" He said.

"Whatever, dude."

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The bus ride went on quietly, and only two more entered afterwards. First was a pretty girl with curly, blonde hair named Bebe who wore a red tank top and a pair of blue jeans. When she entered, Kenny whispered, "Boob alert, boob alert," grinning widely. The last one to board the bus was a handicapped boy, Jimmy. He had brown, messy hair and walked around with two crutches, his legs disfigured. He wore a pair of baggy, brown pants and a green, large shirt. He sat down on a seat next to a window. Finally, the bus stopped.

"Arrival!" The bus driver shouted loudly. Everyone started streaming out of the bus. Once the bus left, they headed over the street. There were no private domains nearby because a large piece of land was taken up by the school. It was the three buildings that made the complete school. There was a brown, brick wall, green roof, square building with a shorter but longer and rectangular building on the right of it. On the left, there was a smaller building with a green roof. On the front of the school, the schoolyard was located. The kids headed over the street and walked through the schoolyard where the ground was made of stone cobble roads with sets of swings and benches placed out here and there. There were two entrances, a large one on the front of the largest building and a smaller entrance on the rectangular building. Hanging over the large entrance was a bronze sign with silver letters on it. 'South Park High' it spelled out. The kids walked through the doors and entered the school.

They entered a long, wide hall with red walls. There were blue lockers lined up on the walls, occasionally separated by a space on the wall where there was a door. There was a staircase in the middle of the hall that led up to the second floor. The hall was crowded with students. The kids had begun High School a term ago, and they were in the middle of the winter term. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny headed down the hall to the end. They headed into their main classroom through a blue door.

Their main classroom was of average size for a classroom. The walls were turquoise with grey spots here and there. The floor consisted of blue tiles. Instead of the small, individual desks which they had been using through Elementary School, there were instead five large tables, five chairs around each one. Butters, Tweek, Timmy, Wendy and Bebe were already in the classroom, spread out. Butters and Tweek were sitting together at one of the two tables that were at the front of the classroom, Wendy and Bebe on the other one. Timmy was rolling around the classroom, sometimes exclaiming his name and laughing. There were brown bookcases along the back wall in the back of the room. The boys sat down at a table in the back of the classroom. Soon, more and more of their classmates entered. Timmy had pushed away the remaining chair at the boy's table and taken that spot, much to their displeasure. Everyone who they knew was in the classroom, but there were still four chairs open. Soon, Rebecca entered. She looked around for a while until she noticed that Wendy was waving to her, indicating that she should sit down with her. Rebecca did so and smiled nervously as she sat with the other two girls. Soon, another girl entered, and after that, the only black child in South Park entered, a boy named Token. He wore his favorite shirt a purple, shirt with a golden T on it and black pants. Through the years, he had developed an averagely large, black afro and he always had a comb in his pocket. He sat down with Craig, Clyde and Jimmy.

"Aren't we going to begin soon!" Kyle exclaimed. As if on cue, the door opened, and two men entered. One of them was wearing a black, leather vest, black leather pants and a black, leather hat. He had a brown mustache. He sat down on a chair next to the teacher's desk. The other man was a man around his forties. He had gray, thin hair. What was so surprising about him was the fact that he dressed like a woman. He wore a green dress and had pink lipstick. He had pair of glasses as well. His name was Mr. Garrison. Mr. Garrison had gone through a sex change years ago, and the other man was a man called Mr. Slave, who was Mr. Garrison's partner, or slave, or whatever he was. Mr. Garrison and Mr. Slave had been separated for a few years but later got back together as whatever they were. Mr. Garrison had been most of the children's teacher throughout Elementary School, and due to his lack of teaching abilities it was a terrible surprise when they found out that he was going to be their History teacher during High School, since he very often insulted people and was rude.

"Okay, students, we're gonna have roll call first. I'll just pick some names on random…Rebecca?"

"H-here…"

"Jimmy?"

"He…he…he-he…he-" Mr. Garrison cut Jimmy off, obviously not feeling like waiting for him to finish.

"Kyle?"

"Here."

"Pip?"

"Present!" A blonde boy sitting with Tweek and Butters called out.

"Bebe?"

"Here!"

"Craig?"

"I'm sorry, but he's at a business meeting," Craig said. A few laughed at his joke.

"Token?"

"Present."

"Timmy?"

"TIMMY!" Timmy shouted.

"Jesus, take it easy with the sugar, Timmy…Clyde?"

"Here."

"Wendy?"

"Here."

"Fatass?"

"AYE!"

"Kenny?"

"Here."

"Butters."

"Here, siree-o!"

"Hah! Tweek?"

"I'm here! I'm here!"

"Stan?"

"Here."

Once he finished checking attendance, Mr. Garrison started writing on the black board, expecting the kids to take notes on their books. Kyle was always working fully concentrated, motivated to do his best. But today, he was just busy with staring at Rebecca. Stan noticed this and laughed a little.

"Wow, you're really fallen for her," he said, waving his hand in front of Kyle's face to get his attention. Kyle glared at him.

"Shut up, barf boy." He replied, remarking on the times when Stan had vomited whenever Wendy even spoke to him. Cartman was just sitting there, his head leaning in his hand. Kenny was working hard, trying to do his best. "God, this is boring…" Kyle mumbled.

"I heard Craig's having a party again on Friday. Should we go?" Stan whispered. Craig was known as the party king of South Park, always throwing the best parties since his parents were often out of town. Kyle wasn't sure though; Craig's parties were a lot of fun, but they often got out of hand. However, when Stan said that he could ask Rebecca to go with him, he became more enthusiastic with the suggestion. Cartman didn't really care, and Kenny said he would do anything if it could lead to him, quote, ´getting some nookie.

After class, the boys got their math books, getting ready for their next class with Mrs. Jenkins. They were standing in the hall, talking about what to do after school when Wendy, Bebe and two other girls walked over to them.

"Hi guys!" Bebe said, smiling and leaning forward a little. "How's it going?"

"Fine, thanks!" Kenny answered, smiling back. He stared at Bebe the whole time.

"Are you guys going to Craig's party on Friday?" Wendy wondered. When she stepped to the left, moving a little against Cartman, he started sweating. He pulled down his yellow hat a little so no one would notice.

"Eh, yeah, we're going," Stan replied. "Are you?"

"Yeah."

"So…I guess we'll see ya there." He added. Wendy nodded, smiling. She then looked at Cartman.

"Well, you're awful quiet lately!" She said in a joking kind of way. Cartman was thinking of something to say. He was at the same time trying to smile, but the nervousness made it look like he was imitating Elvis.

"We-well…stuff…swallowing glue." He stuttered. Everyone stared at him, confused. "Nothing." He quickly said, staring at the floor. Kyle heard him mutter something that sounded like ´fucking piece of shit. The girls then left, giggling quietly, whispering to each other.

"What was that, fatass?" Kyle wondered, staring at Cartman with a confused face. Cartman looked like he was about to say something insulting, but instead, he just looked back at the floor and walked away. The boys watched him walk away, hazing his feet across the floor. "That was weird."

"Goddamn it, that Bebe has boobs the size of melons…" Kenny stared at the girls as they walked away. "I'd like to slam my dick up that-"

"Okay, we're gonna miss class." Stan exclaimed, tired of listening to Kenny's perverted comments.

The boys headed to a classroom on the above floor. It looked the same as their main classroom, except there were three lines of white tables instead of groups of tables. Stan, Kyle and Kenny sat in the far right of the back row. All three of them had trouble hearing what the old teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, as they were all busy staring at the girls. Kyle looked up and noticed Cartman sneaking into the classroom as quietly as possible so Mrs. Jenkins wouldn't know he was late. He managed to get to the back row and to his three friends unnoticed, even though his footsteps were loud and heavy.

"Where were you?" Kyle asked, looking away from Rebecca who was sitting in the front row with the other girls.

"Just out…nothing special." Cartman replied, shrugging. Suddenly, Tweek stood up, twitching and trembling.

"Oh man! This is way too much pressure!" He shouted, jerking his head from left to right, his eyes closed tightly. Mrs. Jenkins turned around and looked at Tweek. She had always had some sort of affection to him, obviously feeling sorry for his addiction.

"Calm down, Tweek…just sit down and drink your coffee, and then we'll slow down, okay?" She suggested. Tweek slowly nodded, although it looked more than a twitch, and then he sat down, squealing quietly. Butters who sat next to him patted Tweek's shoulder, and at first, the troubled boy flinched in fright, but when he noticed it was Butters, he calmed down a little. Craig, Clyde and Token were laughing a little, trying to muffle their voices with their hands. Mrs. Jenkins continued her lecturing.

"Hey, do you think Wendy will say yes if I ask her to the party?" Stan asked Kyle, a longing look on his face. Cartman reacted to this by raising his head and staring forward into nothingness, his ears picking up every word that was uttered from Stanley's lips.

"Yeah, probably…she's obviously got something for you," Kyle reassured, smiling. "Just ask her." Cartman looked at Stan. Stan looked back at him.

"What?" He wondered. Cartman stared at him for a long while.

"Nothing." The large boy then whispered and turned back to writing down what Mrs. Jenkins was saying, even though he had a hard time understanding half of it. Cartman had never been the most intelligent person, like Kyle, his intelligence was not in books and facts; he had what he liked to call ´street smarts. That means he was an expert in the arts of lying, deceiving and cheating.

The rest of the day was quite dull. Up until the lunch break, that is.

The rectangular building was used as the lunch area. It was large and had no walls. The walls were green, with large, metal, grey tables placed out on different spots. At the front of the large room, there was a big counter with grey bowls of food placed inside the counter itself. A black, slightly husky man wearing a large, green shirt and black pants with a chef's hat on his head served food to the kids. His name was actually Chef, and he had worked as chef at the Elementary School. But when the boys and the rest of their class left for High School, he started missing them, and so, he got a job as chef at the High School.

Stan, Kenny, Cartman and Kyle arrived in front of Chef. Stan handed in some pennies and smiled.

"Hey kids," Chef said with his dark, calm voice, smiling back.

"Hey Chef." The boys responded simultaneously.

"Everything okay?" He asked. Kenny, Kyle and Stan nodded and took their food, leaving Cartman. However, Cartman stared at his feet. "Are you ok, Eric?" Chef wondered while serving some kids food. Cartman was a bit slow to realize Chef had said something to him, since he wasn't used to being addressed to with his first name by his friends.

"You know a lot about love and women and that crap, right?" Cartman asked. Chef laughed a little.

"Sure, Eric. What's the problem?"

"Well…this friend of mine likes this girl, but my other friend likes her too, but my first friend liked her first…what should my second friend do?" Chef looked like he suspected that Cartman was the second friend, but he nodded a little instead of saying anything about it.

"Well, that is a tricky situation…well; I think that…your friend…should talk to your first friend about it," Chef said. Cartman was at first a bit surprised, and then almost angry. He could have figured that out, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to actually risk his friendship with Stan over a girl! Cartman thanked Chef hurriedly and got his food, leaving. Once he found his friends, he sat down next to Kenny.

"Bullshit!" He suddenly exclaimed, making his friends jump up a little.

"What the hell!" Kenny said and glared at Cartman.

"What's wrong, man?" Stan wondered. At first, Cartman felt like doing as Chef had suggested, but instead, he glared at Stan.

"Fuck. Off." He scowled. Stan was taken aback. He looked back at his food, a bit hurt. Cartman shook his head. "Sorry." He mumbled. Stan shrugged.

"Whatever, that's cool," he replied, trying not to care very much. Kenny sighed.

"For god's sakes, if you like her so much, just go ask!" He exclaimed. He was referring to Kyle's never-ending gaze on Rebecca, who was sitting with Wendy and Bebe at a table not far away. He admired and loved every aspect of her features: her sparkling, brown eyes, the long, wavy, brown hair, her beautiful, yet nervous smile. Kyle nodded and looked at Kenny.

"You know what, you're right! I'll just go over there and ask her if she wants to be my date for the party!" Kyle said as his confidence and bravery pumping up. He took a deep breath and stood up. "Here goes nothing!" He marched over to Rebecca. Once he arrived to the girl's table, he just stood there. Wendy and Bebe stared at him, as did Rebecca. His mouth was opening and shutting, his confidence and bravery now worth as much as dust.

"Yes?" Rebecca finally said with a wondering look. Kyle finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Will you be my date at Craig's party!" He then shouted, his eyes still closed. Practically every single pair of eyes had turned against Kyle now as he stood there with his eyes closed and his arms flat at his sides, his whole back stiff. Slowly, laughs started bubbling up, taunting laughs. Rebecca, however, didn't laugh or smile, she just rolled her thumbs, her cheeks a deep red. Wendy and Bebe giggled and gazed at Kyle, apparently admiring his courage. Finally, once the laughs subsided, Rebecca answered.

"Um…well, sure…I guess." Kyle slowly opened one of his eyes, followed by opening the other one. He slowly started breathing again, a tingling sensation in his stomach.

"Sh-sh-should I p-p-p-p-pick you up at ei-eight-t-t-t-t?" He stuttered. Rebecca nodded, a warm smile appearing on her face. Kyle nodded. "See you, then…" He finally mumbled and walked off, his spine and arms completely stiff. He sat down at his seat again and sighed, letting all the tension flow away.

"Great job, man!" Stan said, patting his friend's back, laughing at the same time. Cartman, however, was staring at Kyle, his lips thin. He was jealous of him. He couldn't understand how Kyle could ever have the courage to say something like that to anyone. He wished he had that courage. So he could tell Stan.

w00t, who let the second chapter out! Who, who, who, who-who! Yay, my second chappie! You better like it, or I'll kick you in the nuts…by the way, wanna Roshamboo for reviews? HAH! Guess I won, you son of a person I don't know but I'm gonna call her a biatch anyway. You heard me.