A/N: Yes whar har! Chapter 3! It is now up! *does the funky chicken* Ok so yes i know that this needs beta-ing but i'm too lazy to get that done so i apologize in advance. Thank you all for reviewing my story! *squeals* I feel very loved. Ok anyhow moving on to the next chapter....read!!

Escaping the Truth

A Kenny and Butters- err I mean Leo Slash

Chapter 3:

"What the hell did you do with three whores and a rubber chicken?"

Spending the better part of the night listening to your two best friends argue over what would be a good title for a plan of attack that they hadn't even come up with was enough to wear anyone out. As I walked into my first period class arms load down with the homework I hadn't completed, I ran into someone. That someone was Wendy Testaburger. My books had toppled over and were now scattered around the two of us. I looked at them in confusion. Then I looked at Wendy who was already bending down to collect my stuff.

Seeing my stillness Wendy stood up concern shadowing her face. "Kenny? Are you ok?"

Hearing my name I gave myself a shake. "What? Oh, yeah I'm fine, just a-" I yawned. "- little tired. I didn't sleep very well."

She reached out placing a gentle hand on my forehead. "Are you sure? Your head feels a little warm."

Knocking her hand away I bent down and started arranging my books so that I could pick them up. "Yeah, just a little tired, that's all, I swear."

"Hey, poor fuck, move out of the way. Some of us actually need to get to class." Cartman was now filling up the doorway, blocking any and all wanting to enter or leave. A scowl was plastered on his face as he stared at me and Wendy.

Flipping him off, I ignored the fatass as I bent down to collect my books. Cartman maybe a fatass but he wasn't stupid. I'd beat his ass six different ways with a stick if I felt like it and he knows that. As Cartman ranted about needing to get to his seat and what a poor unlucky bastard I was, Wendy came to my defense. Psh, right, she just wanted a reason to yell at Cartman. Before the fight could grow into a full blow war, I grabbed Wendy's hand and pulled her to our seats in the front row. Cartman waddled past us on his way to the back row, flipping us off in the process.

I stared at him blankly before clearing off all of my other books except for my math. Pre-calculus was a bitch. I tried to concentrate on my work but Wendy was still rather upset over her run in with Cartman. Don't do it Kenny. Just ignore her. Even as I thought this I found myself saying, "Wendy, don't let that fat fuck bother you because that's all he is. A fat fuck."

"Aye! I'm not fat God damn it!" came Cartman's yell.

Looking over my shoulder at him, I said, "Yes, you are now shut the hell up."

He mumbled something or other but I had turned back to Wendy who now had a small evil grin on her face and her eyes were calculating. Okay, psycho bitch has a plan. "So just ignore him, okay? He's not worth it."

Looking at me with that evil grin she said angrily, "Oh, hell yes he's worth, especially, after he tried to get my parents to send me to that mil-" She was cut off as the loud screeching bell said class was about to begin.

"Hey, what-" Mr. Styx came in just then shouting at us to shut the hell up.

Fuck. What was she going to say? Had Cartman been trying to send Wendy to camp like he did with Butters? Then that means he really was the reason my life was so fucked up. Ha, I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! The better part of my first period English class was spent in deep thought about how I could find proof that Cartman really was responsible and the other part was spent doing my Pre-cal. God, Pre-cal was a bitch.

"Kenny McCormick!" Mr. Styx was yelling my name. Jerking my eyes away from all the numbers and equations I saw his angry expression and cursed.

"Yes, Mr. Styx?" I answered, mentally crossing my fingers, hoping that all he wanted was for me to answer some of the review questions on Of Mice and Men.

"Do you need a fucking hearing aid? I've told you countless times to put up that stupid math away and pay attention." He had stalked over to my desk and was now glaring down at me in hatred.

"No, I-"

"Don't you back talk me mister!"

"But, I-"

"That does it. I've had it up to here was your back talking." He raised his hand as he said this. Turning back to his desk he grabbed a detention slip. "Gather your things, I'm sending you to detention."

"What?! But I-" he cut me off again asking if I wanted an after school instead. I shut up at hearing this. I had to work after school doing construction today in Middle Park. My books stacked high I walked to his desk and grabbed the cursed paper from his hands. His fingers caressed mine as he handed it over, and his eyes took on a glazed look before going back to their original angry blue. Okay, teacher has now officially creeped me out.

Trudging down the hallway towards the main office I wondered why the fuck Mr. Styx hated me. Coming up with nothing I entered the office handing the lady my paper. She gave me a look as if to say, ha so you finally show your true colors, and then told me to go into the detention hall. The hall was more of a box with six desks lined up and only just enough room to move your elbows. As I walked in sighing I saw that I wasn't the only one in there. Leo was here too.

He looked up as I walked in and furrowed his brows seeing that it was me. "What are you doing here pervert?"

"Well, I thought I'd take a vacation. I heard it's nice here this time of year."

He didn't find my comment all that funny. "What are you really here for?"

"Nothing, Mr. Stix just hates me."

Tilting his head to the side he asked confused, "Really? He's really nice to my class."

I rolled my eyes taking the seat next to him. "Well aren't we just a lucky duck."

He eyed me then saying, "Do you have to sit there?"

"No." I answered him before taking out my stupid Pre-cal again and started working. He stared at me as if waiting for something. "What?"

"Are you going to move?"

Concentrating on the math, I asked absentmindedly, "Why should I?"

"Well, I mean…" He trailed off trying to find a good reason.

Saying nothing I continued to do my homework and finally finished. Glancing over I noticed that he was drawing an epic battle scene between dragons and knights in a sketch pad. Leaning over to get a better view of the picture he saw me and slammed the pad shut. Straitening back up I looked into his glaring eyes and smiled. "So you never said why you were sent down here." Propping my elbow against the desk I leaned on it.

"Well, you see it involves three whores and a rubber chicken."

"Oh, yeah, I hate those situations. They always end in trouble." I nodded slightly in all seriousness.

"Dude." he gave me a 'what the fuck' look. "I was joking."

"Oh." Clearing my throat, and relaxing into the hard seat, I tried to sound convincing. "Yeah, right, s-so was I." Avoiding eye contact I hoped he wouldn't question me about it.

"What the hell did you do with three whores and rubber chicken?" Well, shit.

Taking a quick look at his face I saw that he was genuinely interested. "I blame everything on George, or maybe it was Loretta, then again Sam was there too. But Tracey was one who brought all that liquor….." I trailed off attempting to figure out whose fault it had been.

"Ummm, never mind, maybe I don't want to know." Looking over to him I saw that he had his hands placed out in front of him in an attempt to fend off hearing what I was about to say.

Putting a cheeky smile on my face I leaned a little closer and lowered my voice. "Come on, you really don't want to know?"

My softened voice was harder for him to hear so he had to lean in closer to me. "Well, I mean…"

Lowering my voice even further I said, "You really, really don't want to know?"

He was now almost face to face with me. Nodding his head that yes he did want to know, I felt my smile grow huge. The metal bar on the side of the desk was digging into my ribs and Leo was almost falling off his seat. Crooking my finger to have him move even closer to me, I acted like I was going to whisper this big secret into his ear.

Then I bit him lightly.

Squeaking in surprise, he jumped away falling out of his chair in the processes. His hand was over his ear and his face my turning bright red. His eyes had an angry glint to them but all I did was smile down at him sweetly. "Dude! What the-"

Placing a finger over my lips I told him, "Shush. You don't want to have the secretary come in here now do you? Then we'd get in even more trouble."

Glaring at me in silent outrage he looked between me and the door, waiting to see of anyone would come in. No one came so he stood up and placed his hands on my desk glaring down at me. "What the hell are you doing?!" he whispered furiously.

"Hmmm." Saying nothing else I reclined back just staring at him.

"So what are you doing? Can you not answer a single question?" His fingers were clawing at the desk and I was surprised that I didn't see claw marks.

Cocking my brow slightly I told him, "If you don't know what I was just doing by now then maybe we should have a little chat. Or better yet a one-on-one study session where I can show you more thoroughly what it was."

His already red face became even redder. "That's not what I meant stupid. Oh, hamburgers, why-" he stopped himself then. Interesting, I can't remember the last time I heard him say that.

The bell rang then and he gathered his things, exciting the detention hall. As he walked out the door I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Running my hands through my hair in relief, I gathered my things. At least he didn't punch me this time.

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"Why can't we call it 'Operation: Kenny gets Leo'?"

"Because, well actually that's-"

"What the hell are you two douches doing in my house?" Slamming the door shut, I stared dumbstruck at Stan and Kyle sitting on my couch, plastic bags littering the ground at their feet. Their school bags were thrown on the kitchen table, various items scattered about, and a spiral bound notebook was clutched in Stan's hand. Both looked up at me and smiled.

"Kenny, we're staying the night so that we can work on 'Operation: Kenny gets Leo.' Oh, and we brought some food for supper, since you don't seem to have much in your fridge."

"How the hell are you two supposed to stay here? There's barely enough room for me!" Throwing my bag on the floor next to their stuff I glared at the two love birds.

"Well," Stan began, "I thought that Kyle and I could take the bed and you can have the couch."

"Oh, no, no, no, no! I'm not letting you two in my bed!"

"Why not?" Stan was confused at my comment and looked from me to Kyle. I smacked my head at his naivety or rather his forgetful memory.

"Do I need to remind you about what happened at Cartman's party in the closet? Where-"

He cut me off his face going beet red. "No, no, never mind."

Looking over at Kyle I saw that he had a grin as he seemed to remember the time when we had found the two of them in Cartman's hallway closet.

Sighing in defeat I asked, "What did you buy?" Bending down to look in the bags I saw bologna, ramen noodles, three different bags of chips, a bag of variety candy, and a twelve pack of Cola. "This is it?"

"Well, yeah." Stan was looking a little worried now. "It was Kyle's idea."

"What am I suppose to make with this?"

"Sandwich?" Kyle suggested oh-so-helpfully.

"Whatever." Grabbing the bags I took them to the kitchen and put everything away. Coming back I started picking up the various items that they had spread around the apartment. Finishing I looked at the two of them, they were deep in conversation discussing possible plan ideas now that they had finally come up with a name for said plan. Leaning on the back of the couch I saw random ideas being listed and some being scratched out.

The grime and sweat from my job was starting to make me feel disgusting. Telling the two that I was going to take a shower they said nothing in response just kept talking. Well, fuck, there goes another night to my two best friends and their stupid ideas.

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