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Chapter 5: A Good Guy Like Kyle

Monday

Kyle walked to homeroom alongside Stan and Kenny. Cartman was already in there, bossing around Butters as usual. He spotted Bebe and gave her a quick wave. She waved in return, all while Clyde stared at the two suspiciously. He's really gonna get it, he thought angrily, his hands forming into clenched fists. When, exactly, would Kyle get it? He knew right after school, he would get a taste of the clenched fist that Clyde desperately needed to get rid of. That's what Kevin suggested anyways when they talked on the phone last Saturday.

Bebe didn't even turn around to see him. He refused to greet her, so she decided it was best to ignore him. That little, two-timing whore. If she didn't wanna get back with me, she should've told me instead of fuck around with this Jewish douchebag. And now, he's gonna get it. Way to go, baby. You could've prevented this all from happening, but you didn't.

Kyle averted his eyes on Clyde. Clyde narrowed his in return, which caused Kyle to quickly glance away. What are you looking at, ugly-ass nerd? That's it, you better look away. Cause when I'm through with you, you won't have anywhere else to look but the ceiling.

Kyle took his seat and looked straight at the board. He then heard his name being called by Stan. "What?" he asked.

"You never replied to the message I sent you on Friday," Stan said. "So is it true?"

Kyle shook his head in denial. "It's not. Why do you think it's true?"

Someone threw a paper ball right at Stan's head. It came from Bebe's direction. "Ow."

"That didn't hurt, you crybaby," Bebe muttered.

"What is it?"

Bebe pointed her finger at Wendy, who still had her head faced down on the desk. Stan mouthed out, "She doesn't wanna talk to me."

"TALK TO HER," Bebe mouthed, emphasizing on her words.

Stan sighed in annoyance. "We'll talk later, dude," he told Kyle and diverted his attention to his moody girlfriend. "Wendy." He tried shaking her shoulder a little. "Wendy, please talk to me." She didn't say anything. "Wendy, why don't you talk to me? I'm your boyfriend, you can tell me anything!" Nothing came out of her mouth.

"Cough, cough, BABY PENIS, cough, cough," Cartman "coughed."

Stan glared at him. Cartman whistled innocently.

Bebe became disappointed in her best friend. Come on, Wendy, you have to tell him something. She looked straight at the back of Kyle's head.

"Kyle," she said out loud.

"Yeah?"

"Turn around."

"Do I have to?"

"Don't be a lazy bum."

He reluctantly turned in her direction. Clyde had his eyes on him the whole time. Kyle could feel it. "What is it, Bebe?"

"Hi," was all she said.

"That's it?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so."

"Oh." He paused for a second. "Am I able to go over your house today?"

"No, I got cheerleading practice."

"You got it tomorrow too?"

"Yeah, so that's out of the question."

"Bebe, the project is due on the 21st. We've only got like, one more week to do it."

"Kyle, shut up, I know. Don't worry about it. I'm going to write out the questions. We'll rehearse the interview the weekend before. It's nothing to get stressed out over."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have as much honors as I do."

Bebe took offense in that. "So? Just because I'm not in all the smarty-pants classes you're in, doesn't mean I don't have stuff to worry about. I have a lot to worry about, like the stupid dance routine I have to perform for you ungrateful little bitches in the next pep rally. My mean-ass cheerleading coach keeps giving me shit for skipping practice too."

"For skipping twice?"

"For skipping twice! She says we suck and we look like absolute crap." She placed both her hands on her head. "It's stressing me out so much. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Why don't you quit?" Kyle suggested, playing with the charm bracelet wrapped around her wrist.

"I can't just quit. I joined the squad. I'm the head fucking cheerleader. The only reason I'm telling you all this is because you think my life is not as hectic as yours. Try being a cheerleader for a week. You won't be able to survive."

"Why? Is it as hard as ice-skating?"

Bebe gave him a practical smile. "If you don't have any rhythm, then it could be."

"What? I could dance." He began to do the cabbage-patch, and then he raised his hands in the air. Bebe chuckled at how silly he was acting.

"Stop, Kahl," Cartman said bluntly. "Just stop. Right now. You're Jewish."

"So what? You're fat."

"I could still bust a move better than you can. Even with all my fluffiness."

"Bust a move? More like bust your ass."

"I'm gonna bust your ass if you don't shut up."

"Make me, you fucking prick."

"THAT'S IT KAHL. I challenge you to a dance-off! Right here! Right now!"

The bell rang, which indicated there would be no dance-off between Cartman or Kyle.

"Oh, shucks, I was looking forward to Eric beating Kyle in a dance-off," Butters complained as all the students went to go to their individual class.

Bebe walked over to Wendy's locker. There was a hollow and robotic expression on Wendy's face. Bebe was so distracted by it, she almost forgot what she was about to say to her.

"Did you tell Stan yet?" Bebe asked as Wendy closed her locker and walked towards her class. Bebe followed behind as if she was a loyal canine.

Wendy shook her head. "He won't even look at me."

"It's because you're not even talking to him." In the corner of her eye, she spotted her boyfriend and waved at him. He rotated his body in hostility. Bebe frowned at his unfriendly behavior towards her. What is with him today!? Why is he avoiding me like this!? "Look, Wendy. It's best if you talk to Stan and tell him what's going on, instead of AVOIDING him like he's got the swine flu." She made sure to emphasize "avoiding" as she passed by Clyde. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I get what you're saying. I'll tell him in Geometry then."

"That's a good girl."

"Right. So, how are you and Clyde doing?"

"Don't ask, he's been acting like he's PMSing."

"Is he pregnant too?" They both laughed as they began to depart to their own classes.

—

In Geometry Class...

Both Wendy and Stan worked together on the worksheet their teacher handed out to them. They were allowed to work in groups of two, so of course they were going to choose each other. It was Wendy who asked if she could work with him, since Stan feared he was going to be rejected by her. While they both worked on individual problems from the sheet, they were quiet with one another. None of them said anything to each other, only a few words about their geometry problems.

"Is x equal to 2?" Wendy asked, handing over her sheet for him to look over.

"I got -2," Stan replied and compared answers with her. "Oh wait, I know what I did wrong." He began to erase it and rewrote a whole new solution.

"Stan, do you love me?" Wendy asked randomly, which took Stan off surprise.

"Of course I love you," Stan replied upsettingly. "Is that why you're not talking to me? Because you think I don't?"

"No, no it's just..." I'm pregnant. "I'm on my period right now. And it's affecting me a lot right now. So sorry if I act like a bitch right now."

Stan only stared at her. "Okay? I kinda figured you were on your period, judging by how moody you were acting."

Ugh, you freaking jerk. "Thanks for not getting mad at me." They went back to working on the unsolved problems from the worksheet. Stan was relieved inside his mind, and felt like he could stop worrying about Wendy now. Wendy felt a lot more troubled for not informing her boyfriend about her huge dilemma. She figured it wasn't really the right time to tell him, especially since they both were working on Geometry.

—

Lunch

"Girls are such a pain in the ass," Craig stated strongly. He took a bite into the chicken quesadilla they served at the cafeteria.

"Amen," Cartman added, agreeing with his statement. "They're always taking things seriously."

"They always want you to buy stuff for them."

"They put too much perfume on."

"And they know how to break your heart," Token said sadly, fiddling with the straw standing on his carton. "They lead you on. And push you off."

Amen, Kyle wanted to add, but didn't.

"They get moody all the damn time," Stan joined in. "And when you try to help them, they won't even look at you in the eye."

"They always expect you to call them right after you fuck," Kenny chimed in. "And it was supposed to be a one-time thing."

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yeah," Jimmy said. "Th-Th-That's why I p-p-p-prefer prostitutes."

"They take too long to get ready!" Tweek declared.

"And they play with your emotions," Kyle said.

"Yeah! I say, forget them. They don't even know what they want, so why should we keep on paying attention to them? We should form an anti-girl brigade. Whose with me on this one?" Cartman said.

"I'm in," Craig said.

"I'm in too" Token said as well. "Craig, your cousin's a bitch. No offense."

"None taken. I already know."

"I'm in!" Tweek said.

"D-D-D-D-Ditto!"

"TIMMEH!"

It was only Stan, Kyle, and Kenny who didn't agree with them.

"Well, guys? Aren't you going to join our he-man woman haters club?" Cartman questioned.

"I can't," Stan retorted, munching on his quesadilla. "I have a girlfriend."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were whipped."

"Can I still fuck'em?" Kenny asked, interrupting Stan from retaliating at Cartman.

"That's all they're good for anyways. Go ahead."

"What? That's not true," Kyle said.

Cartman stared at him as if he turned into a martian. "Oh yeah, I forgot you were a girl."

"I'm not a girl, fat ass. I just think you're being a sexist pig."

"What the fuck? If you were really a guy, you wouldn't care what the fuck I say about girls."

"You're taking it to the extreme though. You're always doing that. And besides, girls aren't bad all the time. There are some good things about them.."

"Oh yeah? Like what, Susan B. Anthony?"

Kyle thought for a second. "They're good listeners. They laugh a lot. They give out the best hugs."

Token and Jimmy nodded their heads. "Th-Th-They do give out the b-b-best hugs."

"Yeah. And they're soft," Token acknowledged dreamily.

"And they have boobs!" Kenny shouted.

Cartman gave them looks of disgust. "I feel sorry for you guys. You think a girl's so great just because they have titties and they laugh at your lame jokes, but really, they're the most vile creatures in the face of the Earth."

"What about your mom?" Stan asked. "Does that also apply to her since she's a girl?"

"No, but I know whose mom it applies to."

"Shut your Goddamn mouth!" Kyle exclaimed angrily.

"What? I didn't say anything this time! That was all you."

"Oh please, I knew you were thinking it, Cartman. That's why I told you to shut your Goddamn mouth."

"Oh ho ho, Kahl. You need to get that stick out of your ass. Trust me, I'm not the one who put it there."

"You know what, you guys argue too much," Token said.

"Thank you!" Kenny said. "About time someone else noticed besides me."

Cartman shrugged his shoulders and stood up with a tray in his hands. "I try not to fight with him," he lied, "but he's the one who can't take a joke from me."

"It's because you're not joking most of the time. You actually mean it," said Kyle.

"See what I mean? Has zero sense of humor whatsoever." He went to throw out the remains on his tray and to buy a snack. Kyle was left in a bad mood. He didn't even bother taking a bite of his lunch.

"Dude, don't let him get to you like that," Stan told him. "We all know Cartman's an asshole."

"I know," Kyle replied. "But I just can't take it anymore. I always have to hear him talk bullshit to me everyday. I get pretty sick of it."

"S-S-S-Stop talking t-t-t-to him then," Jimmy advised. "You g-g-g-guys are r-r-really g-g-getting annoying."

"Yeah. Do you guys secretly love each other or somethin'?" Craig asked.

"No, he's in love with Bebe!" Tweek announced.

"TIMMEH!"

"No I'm not! I'm not in love with either of them," Kyle informed them.

"Doesn't look that way," Token muttered. "Even Clyde thinks you're trying to get his girl."

"I'm not. We're just friends!"

"I think Clyde hates you," Craig said. "Better watch your back, Broflovski."

Kyle already knew from the way Clyde looked at him. He only shrugged and went back to trying out his lunch. He didn't really want to think about Clyde or the hatred he might harbor for him because he hangs around Bebe. As long as it didn't turn into anything ugly or violent, he didn't really care. Clyde seemed like a rational person anyways. Why would he take out his jealousy on him? Clyde couldn't possibly try to pick a fight with him. He had to have a lot more common sense than that. At least, that's what Kyle thought. But he was wrong for hoping the best out of people.

—

A familiar song broke out in the hallways. It made almost everyone who passed by the cheerleaders glance at them quickly as soon as they heard it.

"Take it from the top, girls!" Bebe shouted to the other cheerleaders.

OH MICKEY YOU'RE SO FINE, YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND, HEY MICKEY!

They began to practice their routine, with Bebe in the front and the rest in the back. The cheerleading coach paid close attention to each of their moves and frowned at the results. She was a plump, blond woman who had masculine features, and even sounded a bit masculine in her voice. Her name was Ms. Bailey.

"Stop, stop!" she yelled to the cheerleaders and turned off the radio. Students who weren't even cheerleaders stopped what they were doing and focused their attention to her. "That was absolutely horrible! It wasn't even a minute into the routine, and you guys still managed to screw it all up! Esther, you need to slow down! Rebecca, you need to speed up! Annie, you need to quit the squad! And Bebe, take charge of your squad for once! They're all a mess! You're all a mess!" To prove her point of how frustrated she was, she smashed her clipboard right on the radio. It caused some cheerleaders and students to gasp at this in terror.

No one bothered to speak up except Bebe.

"Okay, girls, take it from the top," she told the cheerleaders, while they got into their positions. "And make sure you don't mess up this time." She regretted saying the last part, since it made her look like a bitch.

Ms. Bailey played the song again and the students went back to what they were doing. Kyle walked by them and waved at Bebe. Bebe made the mistake of waving back, which caused Ms. Bailey to stop the radio and yell at her.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY, STEVENS!?"

Kyle regretted waving at her now. Oops, he thought as he witnessed this monstrosity and didn't pay any attention to Clyde stomping towards him. Just as Kyle saw a glimpse of Clyde, he immediately punched him on the cheek. The pain began to throb, causing Kyle to hold onto his face.

"OW, WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!?"

"Broflovski!!!" Clyde yelled at him. "Get the fuck away from my girl!!!"

"Bitch, I could hang out with anyone I want to! It's a free country!!!"

A crowd of teenagers started to form. The cheerleaders stopped what they were doing (much to the dislike of Ms. Bailey) and went over to check out what was happening. Bebe had to push some people in order to see a good view of the fight. When she was right in front of the two feuding teenagers, her mood quickly changed to that of repulsion. She jumped into the fight when Clyde violently shoved Kyle.

"That doesn't mean you have to fuck around with someone else's girl, you motherfucker!!!"

"I wasn't fucking around with her!!!"

"Clyde, what the fuck are you doing!?" Bebe yelled while she held onto Kyle.

Clyde had a wild expression on his face, like that of a wild animal's. "Teaching this little clusterfuck a lesson! What the fuck are you doing cheating on me!?"

"What the fuck, I'm not cheating on you!"

"That's now what I heard from people who saw you guys at the ice rink!"

"We were just ice-skating, you fucking retard! We weren't kissing, we weren't holding hands, we weren't even fucking!"

"Wait, are you guys gonna fight or not?" Cartman asked loudly.

"NO THERE WILL NOT BE ONE, NOT WHILE I'M HERE," Ms. Bailey replied loudly as well. "You two, off to the principal's office right now."

Are you kidding me? Kyle thought in disbelief. "I didn't even touch him, Miss!"

"Yeah, he didn't even touch him!" Bebe said, defending Kyle.

"Okay, fine. You, off to the principal's office, right now." She pointed to Clyde, much to his dismay. He gave another icy glare to Kyle, then Bebe, and left with Ms. Bailey to Mr. Mackey's torture chamber. The crowd stared at him as he disappeared into the office.

"Screw you guys. I'm going home," Cartman called out and walked away. The crowd began to disperse, some people started complaining about the lack of action from the fight, whiles others talked about what they've just witnessed.

"Well this sucks," a voice said.

"What were they fighting about anyways?" another voice asked.

"I think it involved two people fucking and the guy wanted in," another voice retorted. "But they didn't want a threesome."

"That's not what they were fighting about, you idiot," another voice called out.

Kyle watched as the students went on with their regular lives. He rubbed the bruise that started to color on his cheek. Bebe frowned when she began to notice.

"Do you wanna go to the nurse's office?" Bebe asked as she took his hand away from the bruise. She bit her lip when she saw how deep the purple was getting. "Ay."

"Does it look that bad?"

"It looks pretty bad."

"We'll go to the nurse's office then." They went towards the nurse's office, which was down the hallway not far from where they were. They told the nurse about the bruise, so she took Kyle and Bebe to another room. The nurse told Kyle there was arnica cream and a jar of q-tips on the table they could use. There was also a mini fridge right by it that was filled with ice packs.

"If you have any trouble, I'll be right outside of this office," she told them. "Sorry, I'm a bit frantic right now. I have to discuss important matters with someone." After that, she left them alone.

Bebe grabbed the cream and some q-tips from the jar. Kyle sat on the comfortable seat and looked everywhere around him. The room had clean, white walls. The curtains and the furniture were a pale shade of green, making the whole room look neat and organized. It actually made Kyle feel a bit better, since he's never really seen this room in the nurse's office before.

"Ow, ow," Kyle muttered as he felt Bebe poke his bruise with the cold and wet q-tip. He moved his head around to prevent her from touching it.

"Hold still," Bebe instructed. "This is going to help the bruise heal faster."

"But you're stabbing it though. Could you at least be a bit more gentle?"

He stopped moving his head as he looked up at Bebe. She touched the bruise with the q-tip as delicately as she could. He closed his eyes to stop focusing on the pain so much.

When she was finished tending to his wound, he opened his eyes and saw a sorrowful-looking Bebe.

"I'm sorry that happened." She turned her back to him as she threw the q-tip in the garbage and went over to the small fridge. "I didn't know Clyde was going to try to fight you. If I knew what he was going to do, I would've tried to stop it. I would've explained to him I wasn't cheating on him."

"It's not your fault, Bebe. It's not like you were cheating on him. Someone just wrongly assumed that because they so happened to see us going to the ice-rink together."

"But still. Look what happened." She grabbed an ice-pack from the fridge and pressed it onto Kyle's bruise. He made a small, hurting cry when she did this. "Oops, sorry."

"It's gonna go away." He clung onto her hand softly. "I'm not gonna die, I promise."

She embraced him with comforting arms. "I know you're not. I just don't want anything bad happening to you. You're a good guy, you know that."

Kyle flushed when she hugged him. He nervously wrapped his arms around her waist in response, trying not to ruin this nurturing moment between them. He carefully placed his head on her chest.

"Thanks," he whispered lightly, causing Bebe to hold him even closer. "I like you Bebe. You're not as shallow as the other girls are."

"Thanks, Kyle. I like you too."

No one disturbed them for a good whole minute. Then, they let go of each other and pretty soon, they left the nurse's office. Kyle had a huge grin formed on his face, despite having the painful bruise on his cheek.

End of Chapter! Yeah, Wendy didn't reveal anything to Stan, I'm sorry. It's too soon. D: I promise she will tell him eventually, as the story progresses. And yeah, Clyde overreacted when he confronted Kyle, but he's gonna learn. After all, life is supposed to be about learning from your mistakes. C:

I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. I love to read what they say!

Updates: I changed the title of the story to "That Clichéd Funny Feeling Inside." I think it sounds a lot better, don't you think?