Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, admit it, if anyone but Matt Stone and Trey Parker owned it, it would probably suck.

The bell rang out, seemingly calling the teens to class but really just letting them know that class had started, still there were some students that went to class. "Well there's the bell." said Pip cheerfully, not that he minded sitting with his girlfriend and her goth friends. "Want me to walk you?" asked Heinretta, she sipped her coffee but made no move to get up.
"No that's quite all right, cheerio dear." said Pip, standing up and departing for class.
"I still don't get what you see in him." commented Red Goth flicking the ash off his cigarette.
"He has a pretty face, might be good in bed." said Heinretta, shrugging. Pip quickly made his way to class, he knew why he was attracted to the goth kids, no matter how many times he tried to deny it. He shook his head, Pip always felt a little bad for being with Heinretta, he didn't want her, he wanted him. Pip sighed and waved at Kenny who was shoving his tongue down some blond guys throat. He made his way into class just as the second bell rang. Mr. Garrison had been appointed to the South Park High grade 11 class, much to his displeasure. He had gotten the sex change reversed five years back, he had found it boring not being able to top at all. "Ok boys and girls, I see about half of you have decided to show up so shut the hell up and at least pretend to work." ordered before writing the instructions on the board and flipping open a copy of Playgirl magazine. The room settled into a low chatter with a few paper ball wars breaking out. Kenny showed up some minutes later, dropping into the seat beside Stan. "Where's fattass?" asked Kenny pulling his parka hood down.
"Kyle pissed him off, so outside smoking." replied Stan throwing a paper ball that hit Tweek in the forehead, causing a spasm outburst from the twitching youth.
"Who was the guy you were molested in the hallway?" asked Kyle, pushing Stan's arm back so he could lean against him.
"Dunno, some 9th grader." laughed Kenny "and speaking of smoking..."
"No way dude, buy your own." said Stan, placing his arm delicately around Kyle's shoulder, drawing the pale boy closer. "Please? I'll blow you for a couple, better yet I'll teach Kyle how to be a good cocksucker for a pack." offered Kenny, grinning wickedly. Kyle blushed and swatted at Kenny, not quite being able to reach. "Kyle gives great head." laughed Stan, puling a couple cigarettes out of the pack in his pocket. "But you can go find Cartman and tell him Kyle's sorry."
"I'm not sorry." muttered Kyle, pouting a bit.
"For one more I'll do it in song." laughed Kenny, looking at Stan with begging, puppy dog eyes.
"Get outta here dude." chuckled Stan. Kenny grinned and then walked out of the room. Suddenly Stan was slammed hard into his desk with a surprised yelp. "The fuck?" groaned Stan sitting up and twisting around, hands dug into the front of his shirt and he was pulled upright by none other than Craig Tucker. "You made Tweek spill his coffee." spat Craig "So?" asked Stan, gripping Craig's wrists in an attempt to get the other boy off.
"He spilt it on me!" explained Craig turning around and slamming Stan into the wall. "I'm sorry!" pleaded Stan. Everyone was watching them now, excluding who's hand kept disappearing under the desk. Craig pulled Stan forwards only to slam him painfully against the wall again. "N-no Craig eep I'm sorry it w-was my fault!" stammered Tweek twitching out. "You owe me a new pair of jeans." growled Craig. Stan squeezed his eyes shut and tensed up, preparing for the blow he knew was coming. He heard a thud than Craig let go, Stan opened his eyes, Craig was on the floor and Kyle was holding a chair. Stan put them together and offered up a big smile to Kyle."
"Thanks baby." said Stan going over to Kyle to kiss him. "Kyle Broflovski! Craig Tucker! Stan Marsh! Get the hell outta my class!" ordered Mr. Garrison slamming down the magazine and giving them his best teacher glare. Tweek shakingly picked up his best friend and helped him out of the door. Stan held Kyle's waist and kissed his neck as they exited in a similar fashion. "I love you." murmured Stan.
"I know." giggled Kyle