"Stan?" I hear a knock on my door. I don't care. "Come on, Stan, you can't hide in here forever." I ignore it again. I recognize the voice, but I don't care to register it. They're not gonna explain why the hell Wendy would do this. "Stan, I'm coming in." I don't even move as I hear the door open. The person is out of my eyeshot, but I do see some green. 'Kyle', I think to myself.

Kyle walks over and sits on the edge of my bed. "Stan, come on, we need to talk." Talk? How could Kyle help? He knew nothing. Nothing. He lived his life with his perfect little girlfriend, so in love they'd never worry about splitting up. "Dude, you haven't left this room for days. You even skipped class! I'm worried about you, man. So are Kenny, your parents, hell, I bet even Cartman and Shelly are freaked. Please, Stan, let us help you."

"You…" I say, pausing at the strange sound of my voice. I hadn't used it for days. "You can't. You can't help me," I finish.

"We can, if you just let us," Kyle says. I hear a noise but decide to ignore it. Kyle didn't even hear it, probably cause he's just so stupid, thinking he can talk to me. Why should he help? I thought Wendy cared about me more than anything in the world, but it turned out she didn't give a shit about me. Doesn't that mean my own friends feel the same?

"I don't want help," I say, "Nobody cares. Nobody ever did. Why should I care? The love of my life is gone."

I hear a scoff from the corner. "Jesus Christ, what a fag." I feel the bed lurch as Kyle jumps up.

"Cartman? How the hell did you get here?" Kyle asks.

"Well, Kenny told me to get you and Stan to come play Call of Duty with us. So I thought to myself, 'If I were a faggy Jew, where would I be?' and then I realized that of course, you'd be at another fag's house. So here I am," he finishes lamely.

"Well, leave, I'm in the middle of something," Kyle says.

Cartman laughed. "Well, you're obviously not doing a good job. And anyway. Little Stanny here doesn't care that I'm here does he? Do you, Stanny-kins?" I just stare up at the ceiling. I know it's what he wants, but I don't care. Cartman can do whatever the hell he wants. "Look, he doesn't even care that I called him stupid names. Hey Stan, are you stupid? Stan, are you gay? Are you going out with Kyle? Hey Kyle, look, he didn't even defend you. Is Kyle a little Jew fag, Stanny?" No response. Cartman laughs. I can feel Kyle looking at me furiously. I don't care. He'll just hate me like everyone else.

"You know what, Stan? Whatever. If you wanna throw your life away, just do it, I don't give a damn. All I'm trying to do is help you, but if you don't want it, whatever. I just thought you were tougher than that. I thought that Stan Marsh, my best friend that I've always looked up to, would be strong enough to deal with a damn girl problem. I guess you're wimpier than I thought," Kyle shouted angrily. When I continue to ignore him, I hear him storm down the stairs, stomping on every step. Cartman follows him, snickering. So, Kyle had looked up to him, huh? Kyle had thought he was a big strong man that could handle anything. Well, Kyle'd been wrong. Big, tough, invincible Stanley Marsh had been shot down by the supposed most wonderful, sweetest thing in the world; love.

I look at my geometry book sitting on the desk and almost laugh when I see the triangle on the front. I know all about love triangles. There's usually one girl, and two guys that like her, or the other way around. It seems like Wendy's the girl, and her mystery man and me are the two guys. I'd always wondered why we go to school. What's the point, I'd always say. It never related to real life. I realize how love is like geometry. I'd spent the entire week trying to find the area of this triangle; trying to piece Wendy and me back together. I never realized that I should have been on the perimeter. I should have been finding a way out.

KENNY'S POV

"Hey guys," I say, taking my seat next to Kyle and Cartman.

"Hey dude," Cartman says.

"Have you guys seen Stan today?" I ask, shocked when Kyle's face darkens.

"No, he'll probably never show up again," Kyle says darkly. In response to my surprised face, Cartman says:

"Kyle and Stan had a little fight."

I look at Kyle. "Dude, how could you? I mean, his girlfriend was cheating on him, cut him some slack!"

"I was trying to help him!" Kyle suddenly says loudly, causing people to turn around and look at us. "He's been sitting in his room for four fucking days! He's beating himself up, so I try to go help him. But no, he just wants to wallow in his fucking sadness and make everyone feel bad for him. But I feel no sympathy, if he's doesn't want help, he doesn't need me, so I don't give a shit!" He slams his fists so hard on the table that Cartman's fork goes scattering off. He's breathing really hard, and it's scaring me. We already know Stan's emotionally nuts; we don't need to lose Kyle too! I'm so immersed in my thoughts that Red's voice scares the living shit out of me.

"Um… Kyle? Can I talk to you for a minute?" she says timidly. I'm happy that she didn't hear Kyle's whole incident. That would have made her try and comfort him, and I hate that. Kyle nods and he and Red go to a corner of the lunchroom.

I watch as Kyle's face, which seems to have calmed down at the sight of Red, go into an expression of shock, then sadness. Red holds Kyle's hand, but he pulls away. He walks back over to us.

"Kyle, what'd she want?" I ask timidly, not wanting to piss the unstable Kyle off.

"Not much," Kyle says, shrugging, "Red just dumped me." My eyes widen and Cartman stops the search for his fork.

"Ha!" Cartman says, "No more disgusting kissing, or stupid holding hands, or-" he's cut off when I punch him in the gut. Hard. I feel my fist go in about a foot, it's all squishy.

"Kenny!" Cartman screams, "What the hell is your fucking problem?"

"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny," Kyle says. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Don't go wasting your breath and crap on Cartman."

"Yeah! Hey…" Cartman says, glaring at Kyle. I laugh.

"You sure you're okay, Kyle?" I ask. He nods.

Sorry to leave you with such a crap ending. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! I started a Harry Potter fanfic and I got all obsessed with that. Sorry! Don't worry, I'll update faster. Love you!! Please review