Chapter 2

Kyle's POV

As I'm heading home for the day, I bump into someone. I was about to apologize until I realized who it was. "Kyle..." Wendy glares at me.

"Slut!" I reply to her.

"Don't call me a slut!"

I shrug. "That's what you are!"

"Oh yeah? Well you're a man whore!"

"Ouch! That hurt!" I say sarcastically.

Wendy scowls. "You make me sick!"

"The feeling is mutual sweetheart!"

"Don't call me sweetheart!" She starts to walk away, but turns back around. "Stay away from Nichole while you're at it."

I start to laugh. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I know you asked her out on a date."

"What's it to you?"

"She's my friend! I don't want you to hurt her like you do everyone else!"

"Well I don't want you to hurt Stan, but I guess we can't always get what we want now can we?" I lift her chin up and wink at her. She smacks my hand away.

"Ugh, you're so disgusting! I don't know how Stan can be friends with a loser like you!"

"I don't know how he can date a whore like you!"

"Fuck you!"

"No bitch, fuck you!" I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I turn and see it's Nichole. I look at Wendy who smiles, then I focus my attention back on Nichole. "Hey Nichole." I greet her.

"Hi…" She looks at me nervously.

"Sorry I had to cancel our plans yesterday. Something came up." More like, SOMEONE came up. She doesn't need to know all that though.

"That's okay." She begins to walk away. I grab her arm.

"Wait, don't leave!"

"Why?"

"You said you can't wait for our date."

She nods. "I did, but now I'm not so sure…"

"HA!" Wendy blurts out.

I glare at the bitch. "Why are you still here?"

She ignores me and looks at Nichole. "Nichole, go with your instincts! He's a disgusting pig!"

"Will you shut up? This is between Nichole and me!"

"Nichole, listen-"

Nichole cuts her off. "Wendy, Kyle is right. This is between us. May we be alone please?"

"I'm really worried about you." I hear Wendy whisper to her.

Nichole smiles. "I'm a big girl, I'll be okay."

"I just don't think you can handle him."

"It will be fine, I promise."

"Fine, I'll go. But I'm not happy about it!" Wendy glares at me one last time before she walks off.

I roll my eyes. "Anyway, so where were we?"

"I said I'm not sure about our date."

"Why not? Did I upset you by canceling?"

She shakes her head. "It's not that. I didn't like the way you were speaking to my friend."

"That's because your friend is a hater and a whore!"

"If you want to go on a date with me, you're going to have to refrain from calling my friends derogatory names."

Oh God, she actually cares about her? I guess I have "play" nice. "I can keep my comments to myself, but that doesn't change who she is."

"She's neither of those things."

"I don't want to talk about her anymore." I move closer to her. "Let's talk about our date." I know she says she isn't sure, but I'm going to change that.

"What about it?"

"I've decided I'm going to take you to the Capital Grille in Denver."

Her eyes widen. "Isn't that place expensive?"

"Nothing is too expensive for you."

She looks away from me. "I don't know what to say…"

"Say you'll wear something sexy for me."

"Sexy…?" She begins fidgeting.

I chuckle and run my fingers through her hair. "You know, you're really cute when you get all shy on me."

She looks up at me and smiles. "Thanks…I think."

"I'll pick you up Friday at 7."

"You don't know where I live?"

"Don't you live in the same house as before?"

I shake my head. "No, I moved. I'll text you my address." She sends me a text. "So I guess I'll see you on Friday." She walks off. I love the way her ass moves when she walks.

"What is it about that girl?" I bite my bottom lip.

Nichole's POV

At home, I'm in my room looking at myself in the mirror. Kyle wants me to wear something sexy. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. I don't think I know how to be sexy much less own anything sexy. I continue staring. "What's with you?" I turn and see my mom at my door. She closes the door and stands behind me.

I turn towards her. "This boy asked me out."

Her eyes light up. "Really? You've only been in the school for two days."

"He asked me within the first 30 minutes of me arriving at school."

"So who's the lucky boy?"

"His name is Kyle Broflovski."

Mom smiles. "Oh Gerald's son! He comes from a good family."

"He wants to take me to Capital Grille."

She gives an approving nod. "He has good tastes in restaurants."

"It's kind of weird that he wants to take me to an expensive restaurant on the first date."

"There's nothing wrong with that…especially if he's paying."

I look away. "I don't want him to think I'm only dating him for his money."

"Didn't he ask you out?"

I look at her and nod. "Yes."

"Did he pick the place?"

"Yes…"

"Then you're not using him." She smiles.

"It doesn't seem right."

"Did I ever tell you that my first date with your dad was at a fancy restaurant?"

"No…" Oh God, I swear everything with her turns into a trip down memory lane.

"He couldn't afford it. We ended up washing dishes because we couldn't pay the $150 bill."

I laugh. "Really?"

Mom laughs too. "Yes! The real bonding happened while we were washing those disgusting dishes."

I cover my ears. "Mom, please don't tell me anymore…" I can hear her still laughing. I walk over to my dresser and pick up a picture of my dad. I let out a small sigh. Mom puts her arms around me.

"You miss him as much as I do, don't you?" My dad died about a year and a half ago. He died from a heart attack. It was completely unexpected as he was in great health prior to that.

"I do…" I start crying. There's a knock on my door. "Come in." I quickly wipe my eyes.

"Hi sweetheart." That's my grandma. She moved us into her house after my father died because my mom couldn't bear to live in our old house after dad died." What's wrong?" She asks me.

"We were just talking about William." Mom informs her.

"I really miss my dad." I put down his picture.

Grandma hugs me tightly. "I know you do dear. I miss him too." She looks right in the eyes. "You remind me of him in so many ways, especially in the eyes."

"She looks more like me than William." Mom adds in annoyed.

"You know I'm here for you if you ever want to talk." Grandma hugs me again.

"I appreciate that grandma." She smiles and leaves the room.

"She hates me." Mom sighs.

"You know that's not true."

She nods. "She never warmed up to me, and it's gotten worse since William died."

"I think you're imagining things."

"If you say so. Anyway, what are you going to wear on your date?"

"I haven't really thought about it."

"Luckily you have me here to help you. We'll go shopping when you get out of school!"

I put my hand over my face. She's going to make this so embarrassing. "Oh mom!"

"Don't "oh mom" me! It will be like old times!"

"Fine…" I give in. There's no use in me arguing with her since she's relentless. I just hope she doesn't go over the top with the outfit choice. I can only imagine what she would choose if I told her Kyle told me to wear something sexy…