Ello fellow . If you want a short version of this author's note, just look below. Or something like that, I'm not sure. I am proudly updating this WHOLE chapter and many more. And that's it. Just kidding. I am going to make this story in two different languages. So yay! I also want to make this story over or near 18 chapters, with the total words of 15,000 less or more. Then I tell myself, "That's never going to happen, honey." But I know I can do it, and you gals believe in me. And be sure to review this story! And PM me whenever you can or want. Choi!
-KymanFanFic
P.s. most peeps should now this... I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK .
I am removing all this crap and replacing it with new crap. :D Continue reading.
After 45 minutes of agonizing pain, class was finally over. I mean I couldn't stand the guy staring at me, let alone the fact that he thinks I like him. Its not grade school anymore.
I push my locker open, struggling to take out and put in some books. A loud thump echos the hallways. Well at least it's after school. I would be embarrassed if anyone saw me being so clumsy, but mostly Cartman. The fat-ass will be laughing for hours on end. I don't think I would see the end of it.
I have no idea why I still call him Fat-ass. The guy dropped some pounds 3 years ago. Which he has to remind me every freaking day. And that topic is nothing I want to hear about in the morning. I still think the lost of his weight was because of the banning of cheesy poofs in America. Cartman heard about it and brought a whole 1 year supply of it. The guy never does stop.
I carry the books out side the school and look around for Stan. If he was such a friend, I would see his car in the parking lot. Looks like he ditched me again. Great. I walk over to the benches to give my arms a rest. I open one of the books and shrug. Well I guess a little studying won't hurt.
After 20 minutes of reading William Shakespear, I decide it's time to head home. I walk out the parking lot, with my legs shaking in pain. I shouldn't have brought so many books home with me.
Beep! Beep!
"Hey Jew! Get in!" I slowly turn around to face the kid I hated the most.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"Um... I was going to give you a ride?" What, so the fucker wants to be nice?!
"No!"
"Aww, why not, Kahl? You're so clumsy, you'll fall down the second you take another step!'
"Ugh! Fine, only if you don't talk to me!"
He laughs, "Shoot! I was going to say the same thing!" I grunt.
Before I knew it, I was already in Cartman's car.
"So, uh.. how are-"
"I said we aren't going to talk!" I look out the window, and see Cartman's reflection. He shakes his head and ignores me. "I'm sorry Cartman, I didn't mean to yell."
"No, its fine. Uh we're here."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Bye."
I exit his car, waving goodbye. I wonder if I hurt his feelings. I hope not. Its been awhile since he has ever shown such feelings, so its hard to tell if he's faking it. He probably wants something out of it.
I watch Cartman drive off, then walk towards my house. I enter my house and say hi to my mother. I can't get over that look on Cartman's face. Was I really that rude, that mean? I walk upstairs, slugging my head down.
I look at my Dad's study room, "Nope, he's not here."
I start to smile, it's so funny- when I'm with Cartman, I could be happy then next then turn all sad. why?
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
I flip open my phone, Stan. "Hey Stan, what's up?"
"Uh, nothing really. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and Kenny to Cartman's pace."
My stomach turns, I really don't want to see his face again. "When?"
"Tomorrow. Ya know, we never do anything together, and this time, we're all free."
I grin, "Oh yeah, I'll be there."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." I close my phone. Now I have to go to Cartman's place!
I wonder how this is going to turn out.
Hiya! I hoped you ejoyed this chapter. And I hope you enjoy the next!
Shalom! -KymanFanFic.
p.s. Sorry it was short.