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Chapter 2: Not Your Ordinary Monday
"Why is there water on the floor?" Stan asked as he glanced down at the puddle of water in the middle of the hallway.
"Janitors," Kyle retorted, standing next to him. "They never get the job done."
They both glanced up to see Eric Cartman running towards them. "Hey, guys!!" he shouted at them, running closer and closer to the puddle of water...
"Cartman!" Stan shouted back, "watch out for that----"
It was too late. Cartman slipped and fell right on the puddle. "AAAAAAAGGGGH!" he yelled as he gracefully flew up in the air and landed with a thug on his back. "SONOFABITCH!"
A few chuckles were heard in the background.
"Tried to tell you," Stan muttered, while he shook his head.
"I give that a 7," Kyle commented on his fall.
"Yeah, well, I give your face a 2," Cartman said while standing up slowly and carefully. "Jew fag."
Kyle gave him an irritated look. "At least I'm not the one with the wet back now. Fat ass."
Cartman started to walk past by them. "You know what? I was about to tell you assholes something really cool. But now, I'm not even gonna mention a word to you guys."
Stan and Kyle sighed and they began to follow behind him. "What is it, Cartman?" Stan asked, not really caring what it was he wanted to tell them.
Cartman quickly turned around. "Okay, okay, you ARE NOT going to believe it!"
"What!?"
"I......" He paused for dramatic suspense. "Got Tekken 6 for Thanksgiving!"
"What!?"
"It's true. It's one of the last ones in stock too. It took me awhile to find it, since greedy little BITCHES out there are trying to buy it for themselves."
Stan had his jaw dropped in disappointed shock.
"Well, dude, looks like you were right," Kyle told him, "people still play Tekken."
"Of course people still play Tekken, DUMBASS," Cartman insulted him, and then skipped happily to his class. Kyle bared his teeth and began walking with Stan to class. Stan was becoming jealous of Cartman for buying Tekken before he did.
Pretty soon, they realized someone was missing from their group of friends. "... Where's Kenny?" Kyle asked, moving his head in different directions trying to spot his other friend.
Stan shrugged without a clue. "I haven't seen him all morning. He's probably absent."
They went to class seconds before the bell rang, indicating homeroom period to begin. Mr. Harrison was sitting on the desk, taking attendance of the people in his class. Cartman sat next to Kenny McCormick's empty seat, who sat next to Stan, who sat in front of Wendy, who (unbeknownst to Kyle) sat next to Bebe. Leopold Stotch (also known as Butters) sat in front of Cartman, who sat next to Philip Pirrup (Pip), who sat next to Rebecca (Red), who sat next to Token Black, and so on and so forth (too lazy to mention the rest. Let's just say, the South Park kids are all in the same homeroom).
"Where's McCormick?" Mr. Harrison asked as he was checking off the students. They didn't answer; some of them merely shrugged.
"HERE I AM!" cried a muffled yell from the door. Kenny ran as fast as he could to his desk. His large parka was zipped up to his mouth so it was difficult to understand him (as usual). The only thing you could see on his face were his light, blue eyes.
"This is your third late, McCormick," Mr. Harrison informed him. "Looks like you're getting detention."
Kenny slammed his head on the desk. He muttered a curse word no one could make out, but only his friends.
"Why are you always late, dude?" Stan asked.
"Stupid, motherfucking truck wouldn't work right," Kenny said. "It kept turning on and off, on and off...."
"Then buy a new vehicle," Cartman said. "Sick of your goddamn bitchin' about your poverty issues." Kenny had an angry look in his eyes directed towards him.
Just then, Stan felt something hit the back of his head. He looked behind him to see it was a paper ball; he could tell it was thrown by Wendy from the phony, innocent expression on her face.
"Yeah, Wendy?"
She giggled like a little schoolgirl. Stan cocked an eyebrow.
"What's so funny?"
She covered her mouth and tried to muffle the giggles. "You," she told him.
He tilted his head. "I'm not following."
She gestured him to come closer. He leaned his head as much as he could, and she began whispering in his ear.
Cartman elbowed Butters. "I know what they're talking about," he said to him and cleared his throat, adjusting it to a slightly-higher pitch tone for his voice. "Oh Stan, you have the most, littlest penis ever inside of me! You make me feel sorry for dating guys with tiny dicks as tiny as yours! I laugh at your... small situation." Cartman bursted into laughter. Some of the people who heard also joined in the laughter. Butters gave a nervous chuckle. Stan and Wendy didn't seem to listen though.
"Shut up, you stupid bastard," Kyle said.
Cartman entwined his fingers together. "Awww, you're defending your boyfriend's baby-penis! That's so sweet."
Kyle began raising his voice. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FAT FUCK."
"Kyle!" Mr. Harrison yelled. All attention was turned to him. Bebe was stunned when she noticed Kyle was in her homeroom period (and for cursing out loud as well). She was too busy conversing with Clyde Donovan (who sat behind her) to notice Kyle was sitting right in front of her. Even Stan and Wendy stopped whatever they were doing and focused their attention on the scene. "I do not tolerate vulgar language in my classroom. To the principal's office, now!"
Kyle stood up and walked out of the classroom with his fists clenched. He growled before he left. Everyone was quiet and didn't want to say the first word. Cartman had a devious smirk on his face. Mr. Harrison went back to checking porn on his computer.
"Wait. Kyle was in our homeroom?" Bebe asked a little too loudly.
"No shit, Bebe," Heidi Turner replied, causing people to laugh at her stupid question.
Bebe rolled her eyes. She felt bad for Kyle getting into trouble like that. I wonder who he was saying that to, she wondered. Then, she heard Cartman mutter "Look whose the stupid bastard now, Kahl," and understood why Kyle had said that. Cartman could be such a rude jerk to him at any chance he got. It wasn't just him either, it was EVERYONE inside the school. Eric Cartman always enjoyed insulting people. It just made them blow up like dynamite. He was like a psychopath in training, and no one bothered to try to stop him. That is, except for Stan and Kyle. They would sometimes put him in his place, but they never really stopped talking to him. Sure they were picked on by Cartman a lot. They CHOOSED to hang around him. Who Bebe felt really sorry for was Butters.
Butters is practically the anti-Cartman. Unlike Cartman, he's really nice and warm-hearted. He's such an all around good person. Whenever Butters saw Bebe in the hallway, he would always smile and say hi to her. Whenever Bebe was sad with whatever situation she was in, Butters would always make sure she was okay or not. He's probably one of the sweetest boys she's ever met. However, Butters had a flaw. He was just too sweet. His naïve personality makes him an easy target, someone people take advantage of. Especially by Cartman, who would always manipulate him and treat him like an errand boy.
It was like how he was treating him right now. "What the hell, Butters!?" Cartman shouted, as he threw a Hershey's bar at Butters' head. "I specifically asked for Snickers bar, not fucking Hershey's! Goddamit, you can't do anything right!"
Butters twiddled his thumbs together. He had an expression on his face like an intimidated puppy. "Gee, I'm re-re-really sorry, Eric. I-I... They ran out at the candy store."
Cartman sighed and grabbed the chocolate bar from the desk that bounce from his head. "Fine, I forgive you. But next time, you better get the job done right." Butters nodded his head and sighed calmly.
After all these years, he's still taking Cartman's crap. Bad things always happen to good people.
"Pssssst." Bebe heard a voice behind her. "Pssssssst, baby." She turned around to see Clyde calling her by the nickname she started to despise more and more often.
"Don't call me that," Bebe said flatly.
Clyde picked a strand of hair from her and started twirling it around his finger. "Aw, why not? You used to LOVE it when I called you that."
"Yeah, I used to. Now, I just think it's inappropriate."
"Inappropriate? Since when do you think about what's inappropriate and what's not?"
"I mean it's not inappropriate for us," Bebe explained. "We're not dating anymore, remember?"
Clyde stared intently at the strand of hair he was playing around with. "Yeah, I guess I do. But to be honest, I really miss you Bebe."
"But I'm right here."
"I mean as a girlfriend. Even though we had lots of fights, I never thought we would actually split up like this. I always liked going on dates with you. I liked cuddling with you, I liked kissing you, I liked getting to second base with you..."
"It's over, Clyde! How many times do I have to tell you that?" Bebe was sick of hearing Clyde and his infatuation for her. They were always on and off with each other, so what made this break-up so special?
It was due to the fact Bebe had no interest in getting back together with him anymore.
He let go of the strand of hair and grabbed Bebe's hand passionately. "I don't want it to be over, Bebe. I've always liked you; I don't think I could ever stop. Please, please, please don't tell me this is it. It can't be, it just can't. Don't tell me the feelings you have for me are already gone." His hazel-colored eyes appeared intense; they stared at Bebe's with confidence and certainty. Bebe was astonished at her ex-boyfriend's actions. He never really did this when they called splits with each other. "I want you back, Bebe." It seemed like even though they agreed to break-up mutually, Clyde couldn't help but feel empty now that he didn't have her by his side. "Give me another chance. Give us a chance. I promise you I'll be a better boyfriend than I ever was. Just be with me again. In the name of love!"
He was starting to sound like he came from a typical teen soap-opera. Then it led to an even more dramatic turn when the bell rang.
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Skipping to a few periods later (which were only three), Kyle was in his honors english class. His day was already heading off to a bad turn. The time he had at the principal's office was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. First off, he had to deal with MR. MACKEY, the old student counselor at his elementary school. He told him what he was in there for, and Mr. Mackey started giving him a lecture about how they were in a public place of learning and not at a nightclub with bars that contained "sexually active youngsters, mmkay." He kept going on and on about how, unlike a nightclub, you couldn't just say anything in high school. It was the dullest type of torture. The one where your brain slowly rots away from doing nothing and having the most boring person drone away in your ear, while you're trying desperately to tune them out.
His face quickly lit up when he saw sight of Bebe. She stepped in the classroom and just like that, his worries washed away. She was a vision worth-seeing, and a heavenly one at that as well. To Kyle, she appeared like an angel to his rescue, saving him from the living hell that is high school and all of its pure ugliness. He looked very pleased when she took an empty seat next to him.
"Hey Kyle," Bebe greeted him.
"Hey Bebe," Kyle said instantly. "How's your day going so far?"
Bebe shrugged nonchalantly. "It's alright, I guess. What about you? Did you get into a lot of trouble at the principal's office?"
Kyle smiled, trying to hide away the embarrassment he was feeling at that moment. "So you heard, right? Word spreads real fast."
"No, I was there when it happened."
"You were?"
"Yeah. Apparently, you're in my homeroom."
"Really? You're shitting me, right?"
"No, I'm dead serious."
"... Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously. I didn't know either until today."
"Wow." Kyle scratched his head confusingly. "I must be really stupid if I missed that."
"I'm a lot stupider than you are. You're like, right in front of me. Thing is, I always turn around to talk to Clyde."
"Oh." His high-spirits crumbled when he heard of that name. Clyde was Bebe's on-again, off-again boyfriend. They argued as bad as Cartman and Kyle did, yet they would always stay together once the bickering stopped. He figured they must've hit rock bottom with their relationship this time, since they haven't gotten back together in two weeks. He hoped it would stay that way for the two of them.
He was so caught-up on his wish, he didn't hear the things Bebe said to him. "Did you hear me Kyle?"
"Huh, what?" Apparently not.
Bebe repeated herself. "I said, well since we're in the same homeroom together, I'm gonna start talking to you from now on. I don't want to talk to Clyde anymore because he's super-lame to hang out with." And just like that, his spirits when right back up. "Is that okay with you?"
Of course it's okay with me! This means you're never getting back with Clyde ever again, yaaaaaaay! "Sure," Kyle replied with aloof. He didn't want to sound too eager in his response.
The english teacher glared at them, awaiting for their silence. Kyle and Bebe recognized the type of glare she gave, so they stopped talking to one another.
"Bebe, is this where you're going to sit from now on?" she asked, her beady eyes behind her glasses boring holes in Bebe's skull.
"Uh, yeah," Bebe said without trying to sound like she has an attitude.
"Well, if you're going to sit next to Kyle, I would hope you would be on your best behavior. Not at all like what I've just witnessed right now."
Oh my God, why are people overreacting today? she thought as she nodded her head. "Oh, I'm sorry miss. It's just--- I need to sit next to Kyle because we're discussing the project together. He's going to be my partner."
"Alright. I would hope you're only discussing that and nothing else." Mrs. Linden turned around and went to write on the board. Bebe began to search for her notebook inside her designer bag. She tore a piece of paper and wrote on it. While the teacher still had her back turned, she folded the paper and passed it to Kyle.
He hid it between his lap and the desk when the teacher turned back and started teaching her lesson on 'Catcher in The Rye.' After about a minute she turned back, he opened the note and read the girly handwriting it contained inside.
You should come over to my place after school. We could work on the project there.
There was a smiley face at the end of the sentence. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote another sentence underneath it. As quicky as he could, he folded it and passed it back to Bebe. She opened the note to read his reply.
Okay. As long as you're cool with it.
It took her awhile to decode his sloppy handwriting. The only thing she could make out was the smiley face at the end of his sentence. After she finished reading it, she crumbled it up. She glanced at Kyle, who glanced back at her. They had discreet smiles on their faces.
When school had ended, Stan walked alone to his girlfriend's house. He had his book-bag on his shoulder, his blue jacket on his body, and inside the pockets of his blue jacket was a plastic wrapper. Inside that plastic wrapper was a condom. He clutched onto it tightly, anticipating the moment that was finally about to happen. During homeroom period, Wendy was acting extra bashful with him. Stan didn't know what made her feel so giddy, but he was perfectly fine with it. He felt even finer with all the words she whispered to him. In fact, he felt he didn't really felt finer. He felt extremely happy.
"Stan, I think you're the sexiest guy I've ever seen and met," she told him seductively, her moist lips tickling against his ear. "I'm in love with you. I want you, I want you so badly. I want you... inside of me."
He couldn't believe this was actually coming from Wendy Testaburger's mouth. That statement alone gave him half a boner! Who knew words could be such a turn on?
"Please come. Come over to my house. No one's gonna be there, but me. And you."
Shivers went down his spine just thinking about that.
"Make sure you bring protection though..."
And that's when it ended by Kyle's little 'disruption' in homeroom. He wanted to choke him for disturbing their little conversation, but as soon as he heard Kyle was actually DEFENDING him from Cartman, he wanted to hug him in the most friendliest, least homosexual way possible. Stan felt guilty for even thinking he wanted to hurt Kyle just because he made Wendy stop talking dirty to him.
It didn't bother him in the least. He was finally gonna get some! All these years of being patient and working things out with her finally got paid off in the end. He wanted a medal, an award for his victory at keeping a relationship since elementary school. Lots of guy would break off their relationships by the time they reached 9th grade, but not this guy. What made it a lot easier for him to be patient all these years was that he was actually in love with Wendy. It wasn't so hard to say for him after a year of dating her. He didn't mind, it was true.
But Wendy had teased him all these years, and it caused him to become very sexually frustrated with her. She teased him with her tongue, she teased him with her hand....
As soon as he left high school, he practically flew to the nearest pharmacy and bought a condom from the lunch money he didn't waste in the cafeteria. Sure, his stomach was growling like crazy at that point, but the growling in his pants called to him a lot more. The pharmacist even gave him the thumbs-up.
Now, he was standing outside of Wendy's home, trying impatiently to control himself from seeming too excited for the moment that was about to come. He gulped once, then twice, and pressed on the doorbell. A minute passed by. Stan wanted to explode right then and there. He saw the door knob twist and gulped a third time. The door gradually opened and Wendy popped out, hiding playfully behind the door. She looked even sexier today than she did in any other day. She was wearing a fuzzy, beige dress with long sleeves and a v-shaped neck that showed off her cleavage. She had black stockings and brown, furry boots on. They were the cute ones with the pom-poms.
"H-Hi Wendy," he stuttered and mentally slapped himself for sounding like a dork.
She giggled at his nervousness. "Hi," she replied confidently. "Did you bring a condom?" He nodded his head anxiously. "Good." She grabbed him by his jacket-collar and pulled him inside of her home.
Awhile later, they were inside her bedroom. Stan was carrying Wendy in his arms, as they both kissed each other sloppily and energetically. As it turned out, Stan wasn't nervous anymore.
He wasn't nervous when he jumped on the bed with Wendy on top of him. He wasn't nervous when Wendy began taking his jacket and his shirt off. He wasn't even nervous when she took off her dress and threw it on the floor. He grazed his hands along her lavender bra, in awe at how amazing her half-nude body looked without the clothes on her. She grinned at his marvelous reaction. She coyly slid her finger down his soft chest. Touching him made her feel thrilled and caused her heart to pound. She stopped when she found the zipper on his jeans and began to tug on it lightly.
"Are... you sure about this, Wendy?" Stan asked worriedly as his hands move down to her waist. "Are you sure you're ready?"
She gave Stan a reassuring peck on the lips. "I've never been more ready... than I am now," she said, confirming that this was a done-deal. She undid the zipper on his jeans. Stan swayed his head to the side. This day was going to be marked as the day he would remember for the rest of his life. The Monday he actually liked this time.
"Look at all this snow!" Bebe cried out while she kicked a pile of it in her way. She was walking with Kyle to her house so they could work on their english project together. Kyle didn't see that as a reason, and instead, thought of it as an opportunity to get closer to Bebe and make the moves on her. He didn't really care about the english project, but at the same time, he had to for the good grade. Either way, it was an excuse to go over Bebe's house.
"It's everywhere!" Kyle declared theatrically. "I have this theory that one day, the snow is going to over-populate and dominate the whole world! Quick Bebe, we must be prepared for snow domination." He kicked some snow from someone's lawn. "I'm onto your little plan," he muttered to it.
Bebe gasped at his foolish discovery. "How must we prepare ourselves from this evil catastrophe?"
Kyle thought for a moment. "Simple. We're going to make an underground, snow-proofed shelter. That might be difficult to build, and we might probably won't have enough space for more people."
Bebe knitted her eyebrows in fake concern. "Then how are we going to help the others?"
"We don't. I say.... fuck'em. It's just gonna be the two of us, since we are the ones who basically found out about this... snow abomination! If we tell them they'll just say we're crazy. Let them freeze to death for ignoring all the warning signs and not paying close attention."
"Does this mean we're gonna be the last two people on Earth if we somehow manage to... survive?"
Kyle placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well, I guess so... that is, if you don't mind." He could feel his face turn warm against the cold atmosphere that tried desperately to dominate his temperature.
Bebe shook her head and looked up at him, an affectionate smile taking over her frost-bitten lips. "No. I don't mind it in the least bit." Kyle blushed at this, hoping at the same time he wasn't actually turning red from her statement.
To him, he felt like his day was getting better. The world couldn't possibly be against him. In his mind, he saw the sparks of chemistry. The sparks of chemistry that were set off whenever he was around Bebe. I should've seen them at the tree-house, he told himself, regretting for running away after Bebe kissed him.
Pretty soon, they reached her home. Kyle had the chance to meet Bebe's mother. Mrs. Stevens was a pleasant lady, yet Kyle noticed she was a bit ditzy and a little slow. Bebe might've inherited looks from her, but she definitely didn't inherit her mom's brain. Still, she seemed like a good mother to her daughter and cared for her well-being.
After meeting her mom, Bebe led Kyle to her room. It had pale red walls and random posters everywhere. Her bed was a mess, the crimson sheets laid there untidy and wrinkled. There was make-up, jewelry, and a straightener on her counter, followed by a huge mirror that laid on top of it. The carpet was crimson-colored and looked really comfortable to sleep on. Indeed, her bedroom intrigued him a lot.
Bebe offered Kyle to sit on her bed. He did as he took off his jacket and reached in his bag for a notebook. They started discussing about their plans for the project, but went off-topic and talked about other subjects instead.
"I think if Obama was a Muslim, nothing still would've happened to this country," Kyle said, discussing politics with Bebe. "I mean, what's so bad about being Muslim? I'm Jewish and there's really nothing wrong with being...."
He was interrupted when he heard Oops, I Did It Again and wondered where that came from. Bebe pulled out a cellphone from her pocket.
"Oh, sorry Kyle. I gotta take this."
"That's okay."
She flipped open her phone. "Hey, what's up?" Pause. "Awww, you're so sweet." Pause. "Hahaha, no, you are." Pause. "No, you are!" Pause. "Nothing much, I'm just here with someone working on a project for honors english." Pause. "He's a friend." Pause. "I don't know, but it's not gonna be for too long." Pause. "Okay. I'll call you back when I'm finished." Pause. "Don't be so cute with me. Wait until we're together. Bye boo." She clicked her cellphone and went back to Kyle.
"America's just really bigoted like that. If you were white and Christian, they wouldn't have any types of problems with you..."
".... Who was that?" Kyle didn't think it was Wendy she was speaking to.
"Oh, that? It was Clyde."
"Clyde? I thought he was super-lame to talk to."
"Well, sometimes he is." He didn't like where this was going. "But sometimes he's really cool to be around with."
"So, what, you guys are dating again?"
Bebe raised a shoulder. "Yeah. Ugh, can you believe it?"
Kyle couldn't believe it at all. His high spirits were once again shattered as his day took a horrible path again. Clyde was dating Bebe. This cannot be happening.
End of Chapter. Yeah, it sucks to be Kyle. Oh well, it's only the 2nd chapter. His life will get better soon. Thank you for reading, and please tell me what you thought of it!