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Chapter Five: Crazy Ass Week
The next couple of days really, really sucked. Stan and I got grounded for having Kenny, Cartman and Kyle over when they told us not to, and making a huge mess, and then lying about it, and Kyle and I got in a really big fight. It was the gayest fight you ever saw. First, the whole thing started because of Cartman getting Kyle and Bebe (who were still going out) in a fight by telling Bebe that Kyle was cheating on her, which he wasn't, and then Cartman blamed it on me. So Kyle got mad at me. We were fighting in my house for like an hour, with Cartman, Stan and Kenny watching us, when it got really bad.
"Kyle! For fuck's sakes I told you it wasn't me! Why don't you believe me!" I yelled.
"I trust Bebe, and she said you told her! And so did Cartman!" He yelled back.
"Oh, well if Cartman said it, it must be true," I sarcastically sneered.
"Dammit Ashton, why do you have to be such a bitch right now!"
That stung. Kyle had never insulted me before, especially calling me a bitch. I covered up my hurt with anger and said something I'd never said to Kyle before, and I regretted it the minute I said it.
"Don't call me a bitch you stupid Jew!"
It wasn't at all in my nature to be so mean, and the guys all knew that. Cartman grinned, Kenny's eyes went wide, and Stan sort of gasped a little bit. Kyle looked shocked for a split second, and then he glared at me. Then he just turned and left the house. It was silent for a second while I stared after the door which Kyle had just left through, shocked at my own words, and the guys stared at me.
"Dude!" Kenny said finally.
"Oh my God," Stan said.
"Oh my God is right! That was great!" Cartman said. I broke my trance and turned on Cartman.
"Shut up you fat fuck!" I yelled loudly. "This is your fault! It's your fault Kyle and Bebe might break up, and it's your fault Kyle hates me now!"
"Whatever. I hate you guys," Cartman said and left the house as well. Then he came back in and said,
"Kenny, let's go!" Kenny frowned at Cartman, but patted my shoulder quickly and left the house, following Cartman. I sat down beside Stan on the couch with my head in my hands.
"Dude, wow," He said. "I can't believe you called Kyle a stupid Jew,"
"Neither can I, but he called me a bitch!" I said.
"I can't believe that either," He said.
"Ugh!" I groaned and hunched over. Stan put his arm over my shoulders.
"Don't worry, I'll bet he'll forget about it soon," He said.
He didn't forget about it soon. A week went by without Kyle and I talking to each other. When we saw each other in school, we wouldn't even look at each other. Bebe broke up with Kyle, believing Cartman's story. A part of me was pissed of at Kyle for calling me a bitch, and not trusting me, and another part wanted him to forgive me for calling him a stupid Jew.
He couldn't even come over to our house to visit Stan because of us being grounded. We weren't allowed to have anyone over or go anywhere. I'd talked to Wendy at school and on the phone, but I hadn't talked to Bebe at all.
Back at home after school, all me and Stan did was play video games, watch TV, or play outside with nobody but each other. That's all we were allowed to do. Oh, and sometimes we ran away from Shelly, because she tried to hit us all the time. One time, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Randy left the house, and Shelly stayed home instead of going out with her friends or her boyfriend so she could beat us up. That was a night and a half.
Stan and I were eating these TV dinners that you buy at the grocery store and put them in the microwave, I'm sure you know the kind. With chicken nuggets, corn, soggy French fries, and a brownie that doesn't taste very chocolatey and has a weird texture. Anyway, Shelly came up to us shut off the TV.
"Shelley, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Turn that back on," Stan said.
"How about this, turd," Shelley said, and picked up the converter and whipped it at Stan. It hit him in the head.
"Oww," He said, rubbing his head where it had hit him. Then Shelly picked up a DVD case and whipped it at me. I ducked out of the way.
"Shelly, don't!" I said, getting scared, since she was older than us, and much older that she was when she used to beat us up. Plus, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Randy weren't home.
Shelly walked up to us, and Stan and I freaked out and leapt off the couch. We ran over to the stairs. Shelly followed us, yelling, "Come back here turds!"
We tried to run up the stairs, but Shelly caught us bothe by the legs and smacked us silly. We finally got free though and ran up the stairs. She cahsed us, all the way until we got to our room and shut and locked the door.
"I'll be waiting, turds! You can't stay there until Mom and Dad get home!" She yelled through the door.
"Yes we can!" We yelled back in unison. Stan and I turned to each other and laughed.
Finally Aunt Sharon and Uncle Randy got back home, and we were still in our room with the door locked.
"Why were you two in there?" Uncle Randy asked.
"Shelly was hitting us again!" Stan blurted.
"Stan!" I said, because now that we told on her, she was sure to hit us some more as revenge.
"Really? Well Shelly, it looks like you're grounded too," Aunt Sharon said to her.
"Dammit! Way to go turds!" Shelly said to us and stomped off to her room. Sure, she was mad that she was grounded, but she would just sneak out, she'd done it before.
That night as I was lying in my bed, I was thinking about Kyle, and wishing that tomorrow we would make up, or at least talk.
"Ashton?" Stan called through the darkness.
"Are you asleep?" He called.
"No," I whispered. "And keep your voice down, we'll get in trouble."
"Sorry," He whispered "Ashton, I know Kyle still likes you, you guys will make up soon," He said and yawned. Then he kinda trailed off and I guess fell asleep.
I kept staring his way in the dark room, than turned to my other side with my eyes open and still wide awake.
I could only hope my cousin was right. I guess I wasn't as wide awake as I thought, because I yawned, and then fell asleep.
The next day at school, I hadn't seen Kyle all day by lunch time. I was at my locker, putting my chemistry homework away, when I saw him walking down the hall with Kenny.
I closed my locker and looked at him walking by. For a split second, he looked up at me, and made eye contact. Then, as he passed me, he lowered his eyes back down to the floor. Kenny looked sympathetically at me. I looked down as well when they were gone.
When I looked back up, I saw one of the teachers putting a new note on the bulletin board. I watched him, and when he walked away I went to go read the note. This is what it said:
Attention Students!
Next week, we will be holding a talent show in the auditorium.
All welcome, and all talents welcome.
Bring your best talent and come perform for us! Winners will be picked the day after. Listen to the morning announcements for more details.
I read it over twice, with an idea forming in my head.
