15-year-old Kenny McCormick was climbing out of his bedroom window, trying desperately to avoid the fight that had already started in the kitchen. This was no easy feet with his heavy book bag weighing him down, a frozen waffle hanging from his mouth, nothing for him to land on except the ground, and his hangover from hell.

Yesterday had been March 22, his birthday, and Stan had had a party. Not for him, he didn't know it was Kenny's birthday. He just had perfect timing.

Anyway, looking back at it, Kenny could see how stupid it had been for him to break into Stan's dad's beer, drink himself into a drunken stupor, and then lose his virginity to Bebe in Stan's closet. Hopefully, she wouldn't remember.

He let go of the windowsill, landed in a heap, stood up, brushed himself off, and flipped his dirty blonde hair out of his face before heading to school.

Not much had changed for Kenny since 4th grade. He was still dirt poor, and Cartman still tormented him for it everyday. He still made perverted comments about almost everything…

Some things had changed, though. He didn't wear his orange parka anymore. The summer before 7th grade, Cartman decided it would be fun to steal it and burn it. Fat,

sadistic bastard. Kenny had beaten the shit out of him for that. He now wore one of Kevin's old hoodies, black and fraying. He didn't wear the hood up a lot anymore. Special request from Wendy. She had said he was to pretty to hide his face. Stan got jealous. Their relationship ended for that day when Wendy called him a dick. Kenny let him drown him.

He had to admit, he was pretty. Shaggy, dark blonde hair falling into sky blue eyes, and a mischievous smirk that almost taunted people with 'I know something you don't know!'. The scary part was, he probably did.

He was short, it was true. Being malnourished your entire life wouldn't make you a giant, either. He was the shortest of his friends, at 5'9", the tallest being Kyle, at 6'0".

He popped the last of the waffle in his mouth as he entered the school. The hall was loud, people practically screaming just to be heard. Then he walked in, and it was like someone hit the mute button. He just made his way through the crowd, but he couldn't help but hear some of the things people where whispering.

"Yeah, I know."

"That's what Bebe said."

"God, he's such a slut!"

That last one stung. He flipped around.

"If your gonna say shit like that, ya'll better say it ter ma face!" he yelled in the direction the whispers. People were staring at him. His hand automatically went to his mouth. He hated his accent, and most of the time he could hide it, but, sadly, he couldn't control it when he yelled. Apparently, talking like hick was genetic. No way out of it.

Pushing his way to his locker, he found Stan, Kyle, and Cartman waiting for him.

"Hey, dude." Stan said this quickly, without looking up from his shoes.

"Guys what's going on?"

Stan and Cartman looked at each other.

"Well, Kenny…" Stan began, but trailed off. Even Cartman looked sympathetic. This was not good.

"What?"

"She told everyone!" Kyle finally spoke.

Kenny wasn't sure how to take this. Tears stung his eyes. "Who told everyone what?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but failing when his voice cracked.

Kyle took a deep breath. "Bebe told everyone about what happened… with you."

The tears that had been threatening to fall, did.

"Where is she?"

"Football field, I think."

No sooner had he heard 'football', Kenny was off. The guys followed him, Stan and Cartman quietly reprimanding Kyle.

"You shouldn't have told him."

"He was going to find out anyway. I figured it was better to tell him and have him hate Bebe, than to wait until he found out, three weeks from now, and have him hate us."

"Leave it to the Jew…"

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman!"

"That's all well and good, Ky, but Kenny's gonna kill Bebe now."

They had gotten to the field. Bebe was waving Kenny over.

"Hey baby!" she through her arms around his neck, and gave him a peck on the lips. He pushed her off.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! What the fuck do ya think is wrong?! Ya'll told the ENTIRE school we had sex!"

"You're angry?"

"'Course I'm angry, ya bitch!" His accent was full force now.

"Kenny, I just wanted to let people know you were off limits. You're my boyfriend now!"

"When was that established?! If ya'll don't 'member correctly, I wasn't really thinkin' last night!"

"Kenny…"

"Don't be 'Kenny'in' me! How stupid do ya have ta be?! Ya'll are just like yer mom!"

The slap she gave him could probably have been heard in California.

"Don't you ever compare me to my mother! We're though!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

And with that, Bebe turned around and walked back to the school. Kenny just stood there, a little shocked.

"You okay, man?" Stan put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off and turned around. Tears were running down his flushed cheeks, and the slap mark was already starting to bruise. It was funny, in a horrible way, that this wasn't the first time they had seen him like this.

"No, I'm not okay! Would you be okay if Wendy told the school you slept together?!"

"I guess not…"

Kenny brushed past him, but was stopped by Kyle. "Move."

"No. Kenny, you need to talk to us about this. Maybe we could help."

"I don't wanna talk, and you couldn't help if you tried! Now move!" He shoved him out of the way, and started running home. Well, maybe not home, but somewhere else.

He wasn't looking where he was going, and the next thing he knew he had stepped in front of a truck and got hit. He barely felt the pain of impact, the only thing that hurt was his head smashing on the ground and his brain getting scrambled. Then there was nothing.

This was going to be one fucker of a week.

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