Kylie-B opened his locker and pulled a textbook out of the small compartment when he noticed someone walking up to him, it was a face he knew, but one he's never interacted with non-hostility. "Kahl right?"

Eric Cartman.

He barely gave him a second glance as he moved things around in the locker to try and find his notes for the class he was about to head to, "What's it to ya?"

"You're from Jersey right?"

Kylie-B rolled his eyes as he asked again with a hint of more venom, "What's it to ya?"

"My you're impatient, I just wanted to say that I couldn't help but notice that you and Stan have gotten close, am I wrong."

"What's your point?" He was trying to hurry and get the notes to leave.

"Well I'm just wondering what jersey ginger is doing with such a gloomy bitch like him," Kylie-B's nails dug into the textbook in his arm, "I mean I thought all jerseities liked others like themselves, loud, obnoxious, violent. I mean, you seem to fit that bill well."

"Get to your point!"

"Ai! Don't be telling me what to do you filthy ginger!"

"How about you fuck off then!"

The large teen growled at the taller redheaded one, "It's bad enough that I have to talk to a dirty Jersey ginger, wouldn't surprise me if you were a disgusting greedy jew as well."

There was a sudden loud crashing, as Kylie-B slammed his locker door shut and turned to the brunet teen if looks could kill, Kylie-B would have reduced Cartman into ash. Only for the corner of his mouth to twitch up as he gave a short giggle, "Well, lucky for you, you fat fuck," he walked around the other to be standing in front of him with the lockers behind, he punched the lockers right next to Cartman's head, causing said teen to flinch a bit, "You sure gotta lot of nerve ya muff cabbage," he gave an unsettling grin, "But for yer' information, I am Jewish you anti-Semitic piece of shit!" He pretty much spat in the teen's face, who was almost cowering.

"Now mind yer own damn business ya hear?"

Cartman didn't say anything when the pissed teen stepped back, he only ran away and was out of sight once he turned the corner. Kylie-B gave a laugh and muttered, "Pussy."

He readjusted his things, actually finding his notes before he scared off the nuisance, he turned down the hallway towards his class, ignoring the few whispers that filled the hall, as it did become very quiet when he slammed his locker to scare the annoying batty teen. He needed to be put in his place.

After class all the students were directed to go to the auditorium, apparently, there was going to be an announcement of some kind, Kylie-B didn't think too much about it as he made it to the door and saw Stan standing by the door, his brown eyes glancing up every now and then as if he was looking for something, the redhead smiled as he stepped out of the line he was behind and walked right up to his boyfriend, "Hey Kitten, wain' on me?"

Stan rolled his eyes but nodded. This caused the taller of the two to grin and lean against him, "So what is this thing about?"

"Who knows, PC Principal tends to have these when there is an issue that he or someone wants to address, he doesn't let anyone skip these."

"Alright, well let's find us a seat then?" Kyle-B suggested as he slipped his hand into Stan's, who gently squeezed back. They walked in and were lucky enough to find two empty seats next to each other near the end of a row, so easier to get out when the assembly was over. The room was filled with students from all grades, and Kylie-B was able to see his little brother sitting in one of the front rows next to the youngest of the goths, he smiled a bit at it, seeing his little brother being close with Firkle was nice, as he knows it has been hard on him to make friends at their old schools.

PC Principal then walked across the stage to the center with a microphone, he tapped it, getting everyone's attention, "Attention everyone, we have an important issue that needs to be discussed, and Wendyl Testaburger will be explaining what it is and how we need to change to make sure these issues do not happen again in or out of school."

Wendyl then walked out onto the stage, PC Principal handed the microphone to the teen, and he turned to face the audience, "Hey guys."

Kylie-B and Stan then heard an obnoxious groan from across the room, looking over they saw it being Cartman, but one stern look from the blond principal made him shut up quickly. The black-haired teen then took a deep breath, "I'm here to talk about an important issue that I noticed during our winter break. I witnessed many incidents at parties, of students going to have sex while under the influence. Now I'm not sure that everyone here knows, but alcohol clouds our judgment from making clear-headed choices. Even saying yes while under the influence does not always mean that they have given full consent, as people under the influence of drugs or alcohol are more easily suggestible. "

The redhead blinked and glanced at Stan who just had a blank look on his face as he stared at the teen on stage, he looked back at Wendyl, but he stopped listening as he started to think about his past partners because from what he can remember a lot of the time that he had sex, there was some drinking involved. He closed his eyes as he thought back to each partner, and in every interaction that he could remember when it came to sleeping with them, they were both drunk. Well, there was his last boyfriend who was a junior in college, but there were some blackout moments, but he tried not to think about that. Actually, there were quite a few blackouts in his memory, especially at parties, maybe he drank too much?

He felt an inkling of fear crawl into his chest, did he fuck up with one of his past partners? Oh lord did he-? But they would've told him right?

Stan glanced over at the redheaded teen, his shoulders were now tensed, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were wide, his pupils were almost blown up. Stan blinked as he rested a hand on the other's arm, he didn't react, he's seen these before. Kyle was going into a panic attack. Why? He had no clue, but he knew he needed to get the teen out of there, as being surrounded by a lot of people can make it so much worse.

He looked back up at Wendyl, he was listing off a few things, he guessed of ways to help prevent events like that, he must've been almost done. He wanted him to hurry up, and he couldn't just leave with him, as PC Principal would lose it if anyone tried to leave during an assembly. He wrapped his pale hand around Kyle's wrist, and as soon as Wendyl finished and walked away, giving the microphone back to the principal, he said something about how he hoped students learned something today and to take it into account, and then dismissed them. Stan's grip tightened as he shot up and drug Kyle behind him, he wasn't really reacting, but his breathing was getting more frantic, what the hell? He was fine at the start so what caused it?

He made it to the bathroom, still pulling his boyfriend along, he walked over to the biggest stall in the back and locked the door behind him. He turned and faced Kyle, after letting go of his wrist, and placed his hands on his shoulders, causing Kyle's green eyes to dart up and look into his own. "I need you to breath, and tell me ...two blue things you see."

Kyle took shaky breaths as his eyes darted around the room, which was the small enclosure that he and Stan were locked in, but counted the walls as blue, they were an ugly shade of it but blue was blue, and answered, "The door...and the walls?"

"Three grey things."

His eyes searched the room again but his breathing was getting better, "Your hat... the floor...the ceiling?"

"Okay, and three white things."

His breathing was more steady as his eyes looked around, but not as hectic as before, "My shirt and shoes, and...toilet? Wait are we in the bathroom?"

Stan let out a sigh as he let go of Kyle's shoulders and leaned against the stall door, "Glad to see you made it back to Earth." His brown eyes then looked back up into sea-green orbs, "So what happened?"

The redhead sighed and slumped against the wall, running a hand through his gelled hair, "I don't know...I think when he started to talk about that consent when drunk, it made me think back to all my exes, and well, there're plenty of gaps in my memory and just-. I don't remember, so did I-!" His breathing was starting to become labored again as he gripped the hem of his shirt tightly.

Stan blinked as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the taller teen's waist and bringing their chests together, it felt weird to try and hug someone, but he was hoping it'd bring Kyle back before he'd go into another panic, he heard the other teen's breath hitch and ask, "Stan?"

"What's done is done, you can't rectify the past, so there is no point in getting so wound up about it, and even if you did do anything, I'm sure they would've said something or slapped you or whatever. So quit worrying about it, alright?"

He felt Kyle's breathing slow and a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. It seemed to have worked. "Thanks..."

Stan sighed as he and Kyle stayed in the stall hugging for a minute, he could hear Kyle's heartbeat loud in his ears, which caused him to miss the sound of a closing door. Stan soon pulled away and looked up into Kyle's eyes, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll be alright."

"Okay then," Stan pulled out his phone and checked the time and sighed, "Ugh, we're gonna be late."

Kyle smiled at the shorter teen, "I thought you didn't care about that?"

"Doesn't mean I don't wanna pass, the sooner I get out of this hellhole the better."

"At least you have me in this 'hell hole'."

Stan couldn't help but smile, "Yeah sure."

The redhead grinned and looped an arm around Stan's shoulder, "Well let's get out of this stall before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea."

Stan nodded and unlocked the door, the two walked out and headed to their class.

After school, Kylie-B drove up in his driveway and got off, he let out a sigh as he removed his helmet and carried it with him to the door, but once opening it he saw both of his parents looking up at him, his mother stood by the armchair next to the couch, and his father was sitting in the armchair. His mother's eyes bore into him and his father just looked at the ground, "Kyle we need to talk."