Hey how ya do, I ain't dead. Sorry about the wait, with college finals here I've been having to catch up on my work on top of trying to plan and work ahead on more chapters on this, while working on other works I have yet to publish. I hope you like what I got here, enjoy!

As the hallway clocks ticked away, students started to make their way towards their assigned classes, Kylie-B was about to head on, but something made him stop. "Cartman let me out."

He blinked as he continued to listen, "Not until you agree to come with me this weekend, it'll be fun."

"I said no."

He walked to the corner where the voices could be heard, as he continued to listen, "Well I ain't leaving then, wonder what your old man will think if he caught wind of you ditching class Clyde."

"H-he'd understand that it wasn't my fault," Kylie-B heard the other's voice crack, as he must not believe his own words.

"Are you sure about that Clyde, hasn't you and your father been distant since your mother died?"

"S-shut up! And don't talk about my mo-m!"

"Or what, you gonna cry?"

He couldn't take this anymore, he stepped around from the corner and raised his voice, "What's happen' back here?"

There near the back wall was a large teen with brown hair cornering another brunet whos eyes were brimming with tears, as they both looked over and saw him with narrowed eyes. "Screw off, we're just having a little chat."

"Uh-ha, sure," he started to walk down the short, dimly lit, dead-end hall and continued, "Cause he doesn't seem like he wants to talk to you."

"Like you know anything hippie, now fuck off before I kick your ass."

"You? Kick my ass," a light chuckle echoed in the hall as he stepped under one of the not so dim lights, both of the brunets seeing that it was the guy who got in a fight with Wendyl, his eye and nose still bruised from the week before, a hint of a smirk played at his lips as he saw the filthy mouthed teen take a step back, "I'd really like to see you try, so how about ya leave him alone, and we won't have any problems, capeesh?"

The overweight teen growled, he gave a quick, nasty glare at the other brunet before turning it on Kylie-B, and muttered something about having him eat his parents before waddling away, the redhead's sea green eyes watching him till he turned the corner, leaving a shaken brunet behind with Kylie-B. The redhead let out a sigh as he turned back to see the still wet eyed brunet, he walked over and picked up the few fallen books that were scattered around him, probably caused by that asshole, and handed them to the brunet.

He first flinched a bit at the action, but took the books when he realized that the redhead wasn't going to harm him, "You alright?"

He sniffled a bit as he wiped away his unshed tears, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"So who was that asshat harassing you?"

"You don't know Cartman?"

Kylie-B shrugged, "Now I do, so how about this, next time I catch wind of that piece of shit doing this, I'll kick his ass."

"Don't..."

"Why not? He seems like the guy who deserves it ten times over."

"You don't know what he's capable of...he said he was going to kill your parents and make you eat them...he's done that before..."

The redhead blinked before smirking, "I'd like to see him try anything, also, he said your name was Clyde right?"

"Yeah...and your name is Kyle?"

"Close enough," the bell then rang, "There's the bell, ya need any help?"

"I'm good, thanks though."

"I'll see ya round' then," the redhead said as he waved at the brunet and left, keeping an eye down the halls incase that 'Cartman' guy came back.

He made it to his class, only for the teacher to see him and say, "You're needed in the counselor's office."

With an irritated sigh, he walked right back out the door and towards the door he needed to go to, when he arrived he saw a familiar teen sitting there look over at him, dressed in a dark purple coat, and had long black hair down to her waist, along with a healing lip, and bruised cheek, he came to a stop in front of the teen and asked, "Wendyl?"

"It's Wendy today."

"Right, sorry."

"It's fine."

"So you got done with your thing?"

"Yeah, but that's not the only reason why I'm here," Kylie-B tilted his head it slight confusion, but she continued, "I wanted to thank you for standing up for me against my dad last week, even after I punched you. I really didn't deserve it."

"Don't worry about it, besides no parent has a right to act that way towards their kid, heck I think my parents are in still in some denial about my-" he was cut off when he head a voice coming from behind Wendy, "Mr. Broflovski."

He looked over and saw a man with swollen head peaking out the door, "Are you ready?"

Said teen sighed, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see ya later Wendy."

"Likewise."

Kylie-B then followed the man into the room and took a seat in the plastic chair that sat in front of the desk without being told, the man sat on the other side of the desk. Watching him for a few moments before saying, "So how's your day been? Mkay."

The teen rolled his eyes, "Fine."

"Any problems with any school work? Anything wrong at home? Mkay."

Kylie-B took note of the man's weird tick but answered, "Everything's fine."

"Mkay, well is there anything you wanna talk about? Anything on your mind you'd want to get off your chest?"

'More then you know.'

"No. Everything's just dandy."

The older man stared at the teen for a moment, not seeming to know what else to do or ask, "Can I go now?"

"This is suppose to be a 20 to 30 minute session, Mkay."

"Seems like you ain't got much more to say."

"Uh, well..."

"So if I can't go back to class, I'll just be on my phone," Kylie-B said as he pulled out his phone and began scrolling, leaving the man confused as to what to do. Not saying anything for a few moments, the redhead grew board and stood, "If ya ain't got anything to say, I'm out."

"Wait..."

The door closed behind him, leaving the councilor alone in the room, he let out a sigh, obviously stuck about what to do about the teen. He then came to a decision, he reached for his phone and punched in a number he was given earlier. After a few rings he heard the other side pick up and asked who it was, "Uh, this is Mr. Macky, the councilor of the high school, it's about your son Kyle. Mkay."

The other side of the line asked something, which the man responded with, "No, no he's not in trouble, but he doesn't seem to want to open up, mkay, and I was wondering if there was anyway to try and get him to say what's on his mind. Mkay?"

He listened to the other voice, nodding with a slightly perplexed look on his face, "Alright, alright, I'll try and see if that has any affect, also a reminder to not tell your son that I called, mkay? Cause we don't want him to know and get upset and be even less responsive, mkay?"

The voice agreed, "Alright, thank you for your time, have a good day."

He then hung up the phone, having to wait till the next meeting before he could put the suggestion into action.

A couple days later, Kylie-B was called back into the councilor's office after Wendyl, as of today, was done, he took his seat across from Mr. Macky and leaned back with his eyes closed, and before the man could say anything he said, "I'm fine, school's fine, home's fine, everything is fine. Can I go now?"

The councilor looked at him for a moment before taking a breath and asking, "Mkay, Kyle, why were you expelled from your last school?"

Said teen straightened in his seat as his eyes widen a bit only for him to quickly force himself to look relaxed, and questioned, "Shouldn't you know?"

"You were in an altercation with another student, would you like to talk about why?"

The redhead clenched his fists and said, "What's there to talk about? He pissed me off so I punched him."

'Lies.'

"I don't believe that, mkay. "

"Why does that matter..." He trailed off as he started to grit his teeth and avoided the man's eyes.

"What happened that day?"

"Nothing..."

"This is confidential Kyle, mkay." he said, in hopes that it'll get him to open up.

"What?"

"If you're worried about your parents, what is said in this room, stays in this room, mkay?"

Kylie-B sat there for a moment, his eyes on the floor, filled with conflict, before he sighed, "So you can't tell anyone?"

"That is correct."

The teen took a breath as he wrapped his arms around each other, his thoughts spiraling, but coming to the conclusion that maybe this would help. "His name was Alex Harris, and that motherfucker had it coming..."

"Mkay, how so?"

"First of all I didn't even start that fucking fight, he set that shit into motion months before..." Kylie-B's leg was bouncing as his grip on his arms tightened, "That fucker started some rumor about me, don't even know what the hell it was, and made any decent person to me at that hell hole turn against me..."

"Is there more?"

"So much fucking more..." He then stood up with such force that it knocked his chair back, causing it to land on its back with a slap, "That piece of shit then comes walking up to me one day, being a smug bastard with his little bitch and flaunts the fact that he's the one who started the rumors," he started to pace around the room as he continued, "And he has the fucking Gaul to try and blackmail me! I told him that he can go fuck himself and then he got pissed at me because I wouldn't do whatever it was he wanted!"

"...Mkay, what was he wanting you to do?"

"Fucking hell if I know! I stopped listening to him as soon as he admitted he started the rumors!" His body started to shake, as if he was trying to surprise his anger, "Then. You know what the little fucker and his little bitch did?"

Before Mr. Macky could ask Kylie-B stomped over to the door, his hand gripping the knob as he opened the door, and slammed it shut, causing the loud sound to travel down the halls," He fucking punched me..." he opened and slammed the door again," Had his little bitch hold me back..." and again, "and fucking wailed on me..." and again, "Till I got free and gave him..." and again, "a piece..." again, "...of his own..." one last time, "Medicine!"

He sharply turned on his heels to face he councilor, his face red as he seethed, trying to regain his breath, "I got saddled with the blame...and he got away with it..."

The man's eyes watched as the teen walked over to his fallen seat, he stood it upright and collapsed in it, resting his hand in his hands, "Are you alright?"

"I could use a fucking smoke right about now..."

Mr. Macky blinked at the teen, "You smoke?"

Sea green eyes poked out from behind his hands, "Surprised that it's not on my records..."

"Mkay," he looked down and started to write on some papers, missing Kylie-B's hand reach into his pocket and pull out a brightly colored candy and popped it in his mouth before the man looked back up at him. "So, I think we made good progress, is there anything else you'd like to uh, get off your chest today?"

"No..."

"Hmm, alright," he wrote down something else on the paper in front of him, "Well if that's all I believe you can go back to your class."

Kylie-B shrugged, he stood and grabbed his bag and made his way to the door, hearing Mr. Macky say something about having to come back next week. He let out a breath as he made his way down the hall to the bathroom, rather wait till the bell rings then go to a class that was almost over. Once the bell rang, he headed to the back door where he usually had a joint and there he saw the goths in their usual spots sans the youngest, including Stan who was the only one to glance his way when the door opened. He leaned against the wall next to the door and dug a joint out of a pocket, lighting it up and taking a drag from it, only to hear the tallest goth say something, "So did anyone hear that loud slamming earlier?"

Pete pulled the cancer stick away from his lips as he replied, "Yeah, it was Stan's boyfriend slamming the door to Macky's office like a lunatic."

Stan broke into coughing fit, he was in the middle of a drag when Pete said that, catching him off guard, his breath became ragged as he couldn't regain his breath, his eyes watering as he felt his lungs start to scream for air. "Stan?"

He couldn't breath, he tried hitting his chest with one hand and had his other wrapped around his neck, "Shit Stan!" Pete stood and rushed over to the hacking teen, "Dude where's your inhaler!"

Kylie-B watched with wide eyes as Stan's breathing got worse, his face now red, almost turning purple, concern flooded him as he hopped the rail and landed next to the coughing raven, "What's wrong?"

"He's having an asthma attack, where's his inhaler?!"

The only girl of the group, Henrietta, dug in Stan's backpack and pulled out the device, "Here!" she tossed it to Pete who held it to Stan's face who put the mouth piece in his mouth and breathed in when Pete pressed the button on top, allowing airflow into his lungs, He was able to take the device from the black and red haired teen as he pressed the top twice more, finally removing it, he took greedy breaths of the air, finally regaining his lost breath.

He wiped away the tears from his eyes as his breathing became stable, Kylie-B took a step back when Michael and Henrietta made there way over to him, stomping out their once lit cigarettes, the elder goth rubbing circles on Stan's back, Pete apologizing, and Henrietta was telling him to do his breathing exercises. Once Stan assured them that he was fine they backed off, but only a little. Kylie-B watched with concerned eyes as he saw that none of the goths light another cigarette, and he used the wall behind him to snuff out his joint. He stepped closer to the still slightly recovering goth and asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah..." he didn't continue as he rested his head on the wall of the steps behind him, Kylie-B stared for a moment longer with worry, like the kid smokes and he lives on a weed farm on top of the fact that he has asthma, this kid needs help.

So what did ya think? Is there anyway you think I can improve on? Tell me so I can improve, hopefully I'll get the next chap out soon. Until next time!