Wednesday – 15 days before the murder

I've been roaming around,

I was looking down at all I see

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

- Use Somebody Kings of Leon

Act 1. KYLE

I ran down the street with my bag still open and a messy hair from my sleep. This must be the first time I overslept and had to skip breakfast just to get in time to the bus. A small rock almost made me fall, but I manage to keep my balance and came to the other street just to see that Stan and Cartman was standing by the bus stop, still waiting.

As I came up by their side, Cartman laughed and pointed at my hair. Embarrassed and angry I put on my hat without saying anything. It didn't feel like I had to.

"Hi Kyle." Stan said sweetly to me.

"Hi." I smiled back, my hand trying to fix my hair under the hat. Oh, so I have longed for him, and now when I finally got to meet him we can't even touch each other.

It was unusually quite this morning, and Kenny did not show up today either. He had not mention anything about being sick, but he has been acting weird lately. He'll show up sooner or later. Hopefully sooner, he's always the one who comes up with the subjects to talk about during the mornings.

Strangely enough Cartman seemed to not be so tired and angry today. He kept mocking my hair, and even stole my hat just to laugh even more. And the bus seemed to never come.

I got my hat back when Cartman saw that I was not interested in yelling at him no more. He threw it in my face and mumbled something about stupid Jew. While putting my hat on the bus were coming down the street.

It went on like it always did. The bus took us the same road to school, my locker refused to open and the first class sucked. But as everything around me was the same, I felt like a new person.

I leaned back on the chair and listened to the teacher, feeling like living was the easiest thing in the world. Nothing to worry about, nothing to care about. I felt perfect.

Someone patched me on my back. I turned around and saw Pip, smiling stupidly at me.

"I terribly sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the lesson, Kyle, but would you mind telling me where Kenneth is today?" He whispered so the teacher and the others around us wouldn't hear.

"Sorry, Pip. I don't know where he is, he was not here yesterday either." I said, turned around to not speak with him anymore. I felt a glare on me, and when I looked around discretely I noticed that it was Stan.

What? I asked by just a look.

Stan didn't respond, he just gave me one last glare and turned towards the teacher with an uninterested face. I shook my head slowly and smiled. He sure was cute when he was stubborn and I was sure he was going to tell me what's on his mind later.

The class ended five minutes later expected, so we had to rush to get in time to the next lesson. Unfortunately for me my locker didn't want to open at all this time. And I hated to be late.

"Shit, open up! Open up!" I pulled out the key, put it in again and unlocked it, pulling to open the locker door. It was still stuck. I really needed to complain about this. I put my foot on the locker below and pulled with all my power. It worked after a short time.

I threw in the old book and took the right one and slammed the locker shut and ran to the class room. Our teacher was just about to enter the class room. I ran in before her and got my seat, sighed a relief. I hope that this won't happen after lunch, God knows what Mr. Jones might do to me.

Act 2. CARTMAN

I had a great dream that night. Almost like a future dream. I had seen myself in my future body, thinner with muscles. The new Eric Cartman didn't look like the old one at all, at the same time it was me, it was a whole different person.

All I needed was patient, and then, maybe, I might have my dream come true.

I wasn't even in a bad mood when I woke up after that dream.

Downstairs my mother was nowhere to be found, so I decided to make porridge for breakfast. I remember that I didn't liked it when I was younger, but I had read somewhere that it is a good breakfast that makes you feel full a longer time, much better than corn-flakes with sugar. While making my breakfast I made sure that no one saw me. I didn't want to explain what the fuck I was up to, because I knew that anyone would just laugh. And no one laughs at me.

Before I ate my porridge I took a deep breath.

If it's good, I'll eat it every day from now on. And that's how my day started. I ate porridge and liked it, that's the secret of today.

At the bus stop I started a conversation with Stan. I started it. He seemed surprised but didn't say anything about it. We didn't talk about anything special, just random things that actually didn't matter at all.

As time passed I saw how he looked over his shoulder, trying to see if someone came. And a few minutes later Kyle came running like he was about to win a marathon. In the corner of my eye I saw how Stan's eyes lit up and a smile spread on his face. I grunted to myself. I was not good enough for his company.

When Kyle came closer I saw what mess his hair was and I couldn't help but laugh, pointing at the same time just to let them know what was so funny. Kyle's hair is curly, and if he doesn't fix it after his sleep it would look like a bride nest. Today it looked pretty much like one.

Blushing of embarrassment Kyle put on his hat without saying anything, just giving me a glare that said 'I know, so just shut up'.

Stan and Kyle shared a few words, and as Kyle started to try and fix his hair, I stole his hat and laughed at him again. It wasn't that funny, the only funny thing was to see Kyle getting angry and starting yelling at me. He had such funny faces sometimes.

But he didn't yell back at me so much. He used to yell at me forever.

Why had everyone turned out to be so boring? I threw back his hat without complaining too much, nobody seemed to care anyway.

The day didn't seem to be any better. We got our first homework, and it wasn't a little homework we got. To me it felt like a mountain. I hated to admit it but if I didn't started with it at the first day I would never be done in time.

By the end of the first class I felt that I was hungry. So the porridge didn't help at all. And unlucky for me I didn't have time to go and get something before the next class started, so I had to sit hungry through another hour before lunch.

Maybe this day wasn't turning our as good as I thought it would.

Act 3. STAN

So it was Wednesday again, and we had English. I hated this time and this day just as much as Kyle must do. But I hated our teacher Mr. Jones even more.

My fist tightened as I held my pen, trying to write whatever I was supposed to write. But every time it was about to touch the blank paper, I took a look at Kyle, who was sitting a few desks way from me.

He looked down at the paper and wrote, but when Mr. Jones said something he looked up, listening very carefully. Since that day Mr. Jones hadn't done anything to Kyle, but I just knew that if Kyle let his guard down, something would happen again. I was sure of it.

Mr. Jones passed me, he always walked between the desks when we worked or he talked. He looked down at my empty paper. I looked up and met his eyes. He just gave me a mocking smile, and continued to walk. If it wasn't because he was a teacher, I would have kicked his ass two weeks ago. Or even before that.

He walked back to the blackboard, opened a drawer on his desk and took out a paper. He leaned against the desk and said; "Mr. Broflovski."

Kyle's head snapped up and looked at Mr. Jones.

I could see how his body started to shake.

"If you could be so kind, would you go to the copy room and make some copies of this paper to all your class mates? Hm?" He said.

"O-of course." Kyle said and stood, walking towards Mr. Jones to get the papers.

He left the room quickly.

I raised my hand. "Mr. Jones?"

"What is it, Mr. Marsh?" He didn't even look at me.

"Do you mind if I go to the bathroom pretty quick?"

"Can't you hold yourself?" He still wasn't looking at me.

"I don't think I can." I said, making each word clear to him.

"Then go." He turned towards a girl who needed help. I left the class room and hurried after Kyle to the copy room. I needed to check if he was ok, I didn't want him to be crying alone in a copy room. And when I opened the door I found Kyle standing in the light of the copy machine. He's face unreadable at first, but shocked when he saw me. I grabbed his arms and locked his eyes with mine.

"Dude, are you ok?" I said.

"Yes, I'm fine, Stan. But what are you doing here?" He grabbed my arms too, holding onto me like he was about to sink into the ground, but he wasn't shaking anymore.

"I-I was just concerned, you know."

He smiled.

"Don't worry about me." His hand let go of me, but just to lean in and kiss my cheek. And then my other cheek. I waited for the last one on the lips, but he just looked at me, smiling evilly, waiting for me. I bit my lip and slowly touched them to his, but my stomach didn't turn upside down. He opened his mouth slowly, letting me take the action first.

My arms moved around him, pulling him close, deepening the kiss slowly. The copy machine had stopped, but we didn't care. We hadn't touch in all day. We needed this. His hands came to my neck, pulling my head up a bit so our mouths fit even better together.

We didn't notice that the door had opened, we just heard when it closed and got locked behind us. We quickly pulled away from each other and stared horrified at the person that had caught us.

Alright, I promise the next chapter will be longer, but it's going to take a while to update from now on.

I'm really busy in school, and all math is almost killing me! (I have math four times a week, which I'm not used to! And I suck at math...)

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