Chapter Two
Kyle's POV:
"Guys…I'm kind of worried about Mikki…" Ever since her reaction to Cartman yesterday, I just hadn't been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, man. That one moment was a little off, but she seemed fine the rest of the day," I couldn't believe Stan was being so nonchalant about this.
"Dude, seriously. Think about it. For one thing, she doesn't talk. And if you couple that with the way she acted yesterday, it points to abuse. I'm seriously worried that her uncle may be hitting her or something…"
"Drop it guys. She's coming. We'll talk about it later." Kenny cut in before Stan could reply. I looked toward the direction Kenny was staring at. Today she was wearing ripped to shreds jeans and an "I Believe In Science" t-shirt. Her long, strawberry blonde ringlets were pulled into an messy up do. God, listen to me. I sound like Stan describing Wendy before they broke up. Sick, dude. I officially cannot say any of that out loud or Stan and Cartman would never let me live it down.
"You look beautiful today," Everyone freezes. What the fuck? Kenny was the pervert in our group. He thought of women as a pair of tits, not as human beings. He had never described anyone as beautiful in his life. I gaped at him, expecting to see him looking shocked that he spoke out loud. Instead, he's looking at Mikki, watching her blush.
"Thank you," she mouths to him, gazing intently at the snow on the ground. This is not good.