Monday – 17 days before the murder

How can you remain,

Staring at the rain,

Madding by the stars?

- Green Finch and Linnet Bird Jayne Wisener version

Act 1. CARTMAN

I hated Mondays with all my heart. If Monday was a person, I would have killed him right at the moment I saw him. When I woke up I was as tired as you can be. It felt like I had been sleeping less than two hours, and I was hungry, as always. I didn't see much of my mother at all nowadays; sometimes she is up making breakfast for me, sometimes she's not. This morning she wasn't.

I took a big bowl of cereals and sat down by the TV. On mornings it was just either shows for kids or the local news. I decided to watch the local news, but it didn't show much of what I was interested in. Terrorism, sports, and weather was it pretty much all about. I finished my bowl and went upstairs to get dressed.

After an hour it was time once again to go to that stupid bus stop. Today I was the last one to arrive, and just a few seconds later the bus came to pick us up. I took the seat in the back of the bus, just to be alone. I hit my toe in one of the seats in front of mine, and I screamed out a long poem of bad words. Everyone looked at me like I had gone mad. A raised middle finger was my respond to their eyes.

One of my hate-subjects was the first class today. Yes, you're right; it's gym class. I sighed all the way to the changing room, in the changing room and the whole stupid class. The teacher yelled at me, that I was not active or something, but who the hell wants to show himself active with a body like mine? People are looking at me as the coach keep yelling that I will never get good grades if I continue like this.

Fuck you, coach. I don't give a rat's ass about that.

I changed my clothes in the restroom instead of the changing room, and went to the cafeteria to buy something sweet to eat.

In one last try to make this day a little brighter.

The old lady behind the disk didn't seem to have a good mood either when I accidently dropped a few coins, so I had to bend down and pick them up. I ignored her and just picked a chocolate bar and left. By the end of the third hallway I met up with Wendy. To put it gently, she looked totally pissed off.

"What happened to your face?" I asked and tried to smile evilly.

She looked at me like I was just pissing her off even more, if that was possible. Lovely.

"Why does it have to be you?" She screamed and just left. I was so shocked I didn't notice I had dropped my chocolate bar on the floor and some people walked right over it. What the hell is wrong with her? And what had I done to her?

Act 2. STAN

I didn't realize it until the gym class was over. I'm going to take my clothes off, and shower, in the same room as Kyle. Sure, I have done it before but now it was totally different. Now I had kissed him, and even told him that I was in love with him.

Jimmy sat on one of the benches behind me, untying his shoes. He was talking to me, but I didn't really listened, I was busy getting my clothes off as fast as possible and get into the shower room before Kyle, and if I were lucky, get out from there too.

The water was cold against my sweaty skin. As I was completely wet I reached for my shower lotion, when I did, I saw Kyle enter the shower room. Before my eyes traveled too far down his body I turned around. My cheeks felt warm and my heart begun to beat harder in my chest.

I finished quickly, grabbed my towel and half –ran out of the shower room, careful to not trip on the floor. I got dressed quickly and left the dressing room. In the hallway other students walked passed me and talked to each other with loud voices. I kept my eyes on the dirty floor, and where I put my steps. Then I suddenly crashed into someone.

"Watch where you're going." I said with an irritated voice.

When I looked up, Wendy was staring at me.

"Excuse me? Who's the one who has his neck low and eyes hidden behind his hair?" Wendy snapped. "If you lift your head a bit higher you could have seen me."

"Oh, I have seen you!" I said accusingly. "Wendy, just drop it."
"What?" She looked confused.

That was it. I was tired of seeing her looking at our table. I don't know where it came from, but right there I thought that it was me she had been looking at these days. I knew it deep inside that I was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I just blurted it out.

"I do not want to be together with you!" I said. "I've seen you looking at me at lunch." Right after I felt really stupid.

Stupid boy, stupid boy I told myself in my head, gotten myself into trouble once again.

Wendy looked at me with shocked eyes.

"What kind of sick bastard are you?" She said. "What makes you think I would look at you?"

And then she left in pure anger.

What had gotten into me this time?

Act 3. KENNY

"So no one has seen Pirrup today?" The coach asked. No one answered, or even cared to think about when they had seen him last time. It seemed that I had been the last one to see him, and it was when he had left the party. But I didn't say anything, just wished that we could start the stupid ball game so it was over soon. I didn't hate gym class like Cartman did, but it was not my favorite subject either.

Today we played basket ball, which Kyle easily got every score in his team all on his own, by the end of the game my team didn't even tried to get the ball anymore. Kyle was not happy about it and just passed the ball to someone else and didn't move much more.

I didn't touch the ball at all through the whole game, no one passed me the ball, and I didn't ask for it either. Sure, I made it boring myself, but I couldn't help it. The coach was not even watching me, instead he yelled at Cartman.

I didn't need to shower, so I just changed clothes and left before anyone else. I found Heidi outside the girl's bathroom. She had not felt well so she didn't join the gym class. I started flirting with her because I had nothing else to do at that time. She giggled, smiled and blushed as I gave her complements and moved closer to her body. And then, suddenly, I felt a knock on my shoulder.

I turned around to find no other than Butters. Just great. Way to ruin the day even more.

"Can I talk to you?" He said.

I didn't answer right away. "Can't you see I'm talking to Heidi right now?"

"Oh, but it is fine. I see that Rebecca is coming now. Nice talking to you, Kenny. Bye." Heidi said and left me with Butters. I sighed deeply inside.

Thank you very much, Heidi.

Butters were one of the last persons I had wanted to talk to the last few days. We stepped away so we were not in the way for those who wanted to get into the bathrooms.

Butters took me by surprise and pushed me hard into one locker. He held me there, with anger in his eyes.

"Hey, what are you-" I didn't get the chance to finish.

"Why?" He shout-whispered. "Why did you do it?"

"Butters, we have already talked about this… I fucked you once and…"

"This is not about me! It's about Pip!"

Fuck, he knew.

Act 3. KYLE

We had English before lunch, and I was so scared that Mr. Jones would do something to me if I lost my concentration. I was focused, and reached up my hand when he asked something. But luckily, he picked a girl instead. I wrote down everything he said, even though he was reading right from the book sometimes. My whole body was shaking every time he walked passed me, I was so afraid that if I did something wrong he would do something to me again.

When the bell rang, I was the first one to leave the room. If I didn't, it felt like I would be stuck in there. I was too scared to even look Mr. Jones in the eyes.

I threw my books into the locker and turned around, and I jumped in surprise when I saw Stan standing there looking at me with a concerned look in his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I lied, but to tell the truth I just wanted to cry in his arms and tell him how scared I truly was. But I had made up my mind to not worry him about it. I wanted to be strong, so our secret relationship could work out. I wanted to change just for him. "Let's grab some lunch, I am so hungry!"

I was about to take his arm under mine, but instead I gave him a small punch in the arm. He smiled at me and punched me back and we walked to the cafeteria. We met Cartman by the end of the hallway and we walked together, but we didn't see where Kenny had gone. We didn't care much about it and just grabbed our lunch and sat down by an empty table.

Cartman's plate was overfilled with food, three people could eat from it and have a full stomach afterwards, but Cartman was Cartman, so I didn't say anything, he already knew after all these years what I was thinking.

Stan ate faster than both of us, and sat there, waiting for us to finish. To my surprise Cartman ate unusually slow today. Even I finished before him. So soon both Stan and I sat there and waited until Cartman had eaten about half of the food.

"I'm full." He said and pushed away the plate.

"You're kidding right?" I said.

"No, I'm not."

"You haven't eaten everything yet."
"No, but I'm full anyway."
"You can't be serious." Stan said.

"What's the big fucking deal?" Cartman was getting irritated.

I just shook my head and didn't say anything more.

Act 5. CARTMAN

"I'm full." I said, actually telling the truth. By eating slower I got full by little, even if I didn't know how long it would last. But if I got hungry I had some goodies in my locker, which I always had. If I didn't, it would just feel wrong. And I had half of my chocolate bar left too.

It felt good to not have eaten so much as I usually do. I was rather happy about it, maybe I might lose some weight and fixing a better body if I just found more ways to do it, without having to deal with running around and stuff too soon.

I smiled inside. I was full by the half of what was on the plate.

"You're kidding right?"

Kyle. Why do you always have to make me feel like a complete fool? Why don't you ever understand what's going on around in my head, so you could understand?

"No, I'm not." I simply said, trying to not sound mad.

"You haven't eaten everything yet." Kyle said. God, why doesn't he just shut up? I know damn well I haven't eaten everything that I put on the plate, I'm not fucking blind.

I sighed before answered. "No, but I'm full anyway."

"You can't be serious." Stan said this time.

He always takes Kyle's team, just because he doesn't know what to think for himself. If he has to stand alone, he feels so nervous he can't even think clear, so he just spit out whatever comes to his mind. I hated it. Stand up for your self is I want to tell him sometimes. When he has to choose between two things he always chose the 'stronger' side, even if it means he'll hurt someone. He had done it before, and I does it nowadays too.

"What's the big fucking deal?" I snapped, but this time both of them stayed quite. Kyle shook his head, and Stan stood up.

"Shall we go?"

It felt really weird to throw away food for the first time. In on second I thought that maybe I should have eaten it anyway, but at the same time I had a goal I was aiming for. I just hope that my plans are not too simple.

Act 6. STAN

I grabbed Kyle's arm when he had locked his locker after Math class and dragged him with me. I didn't say anything, even if he asked me where we were going or what I was doing. I knew the answers, but I felt too embarrassed to say them. I dragged him with me to the boy's bathroom, and into one of the stalls. I was careful to lock it behind us.

"Stan? What is it?" He asked and grabbed my shoulders, worried. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It was stuck in my throat, refusing to come out.

My mouth stayed open, still trying to get the words to leave my lips, but instead Kyle had leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. His hands moved up to my neck and held there oh so gentle.

"We can't do this, Stan." He whispered. I grabbed the front of his shirt and kept him in place, never wanting him to leave. It felt like it was too long we were alone together.

"B-but…" I managed to say, but Kyle silent me by slowly moving his lips closer to mine. My stomach suddenly felt really weird, and I was nearly about to vomit at Kyle, but luckily I shoved him away before it happened and threw up in the already open toilet.

"Dude, sick!" He said, but laughter was playing in his voice.

"Sorry." I said, pressing down the button on the toilet so it washed away everything. Kyle opened the stall door and dragged me out. No one was in there except for us, but outside the bathroom door we could hear voices and steps.

I went to the sink and washed my mouth to get rid of the awful taste. Once I was done smiled Kyle at me and grabbed my hand. His was warm, and I felt how I grinned. Before I knew it, he kissed me. A weird feeling spread in my stomach again, the only thing was that this time, it didn't feel like I was about to vomit. This time it felt alright. I kissed back, leaned forward and pressed Kyle against the wall once again. My lips begun to move, and I heard him moan lightly, and then I pulled away.

"Let's go, we have one class left, then we can go to my house afterwards."

He smiled to respond and we left the bathroom. I walked a few steps behind him, and I didn't take my eyes off him. Just by thinking about every year, every moment we have had together made me happy. Without thinking, I took a few big steps and without knowing the eyes that was watching us, I hugged him tightly from behind and said; "I love you."

Act 7. KENNY

Butters and I didn't have much time to talk at the moment he had me push against the locker, but we both agreed to talk by lunchtime, even though he was shaking by frustration at that time. So through the whole English class I had to think about what I should say. I mean, what could I say? 'I was horny, he was the closest, and that's how it went', yeah, no way he's going to believe that. I never thought I would find myself in this situation, I had done this with girls before, and no one had ever found out, but now, it feels like I have to face my, what shall I call it, mistakes?

I bit my lower lip.

I started to sweat.

This was impossible. My heart beat faster for every minute that passed, knowing that I was not going to be able to defend myself this time. And there was no one to ask for help. This was nothing anyone could help me with, I caught myself into this, and I don't want to drag in my friends into it.

The last ten minutes of the class I bit my nails and glared at the door. And as the class ended, I rushed out from the classroom. Kyle was the first one to leave the room as always, but I was short after, but running the other direction. I ran down the hallways, out through the doors, over the whole school area and down the street to come home. I ran away like a pussy, not ready to deal with my own problems. I was about to fall one time, but saved myself by holding out my hand and pushed away from the ground before my legs touched it.

I ran, fled.

Weak, I know, but I just couldn't do it. I'm not strong enough, not yet. All this just because of one stupid party. Why did I even talk to him from the beginning? If I had just stayed with Clyde and the others, I wouldn't be here right now.

I threw the front door open, ignored my mom's questions about what I was doing home at such a time and hid myself under my bed. It was really pathetic, but I couldn't do anything at that time.

All I need was time.

On my own.

Act 8. KYLE

My whole body froze at Stan's words. He must have felt it and realized what he had said at that moment too. He slowly let go, and said; "I… I mean th-thanks for helping me with those horrible math problems. I knew you could make me understand them!"

His voice was unnecessary loud, but it must have worked, because everybody turned away and kept doing whatever they were doing. I turned around and looked at him with a face that said 'what the heck was that about?', but he just shook his head. His sapphire eyes told me that he was sorry, and I couldn't help but forgive him.

Act 9.

The killer had chosen his victim by this time. The plan was already made up and written down in a heft, safely hidden somewhere secretly. All to do now was prepare. Prepare everything to be needed, everything that was there already, to make the plan work out.

Act 10.

Somewhere in South Park a person had also been chosen to help the killer. This person didn't know it, and wouldn't found out until it was all too late. Maybe it was a little task this person did, but it was help enough for the killer to make the plan go through.

Alright, not one of the best chapters, but I promise stuff will happen pretty soon! Thank you very for reading, and please review if you got the time.

School started about three weeks ago, so I won't have that much time to write, but I'm writing whenever I can so I am NEVER dead!