Kyle had 2nd period alone, calculous. Craig had Spanish with Kenny, they didn't say much as they locked eyes from across the room, Kenny gave a quick nod and they sat beside each other near the back. They still didn't say anything, but just like the entire morning, people were whispering in they're direction. They silently retrieved the due homework from their bags, and pretended the air wasn't incredibly thick. Why was it though? Why did both of them feel one night stand awkward.

"So how was he?" Kenny had his eyes slammed shut, letting the words slip out of his mouth like a terrible incantation. Craig whipped his head at him, eyes wide and mouth a thin tight line. When he saw the look on Kenny's equally horrified face he lost it. The noirette burst out into laughter, taking in huge heaps of hair just to keep his lungs filled. A moment later Kenny did the same, realizing the stupidity of his questions. Every eye in the room was on them, watching cautiously as if that kiss was some ticking time bomb and they were waiting for some type of explosion.

When the laughter died down, Kenny wiped a tear and turned in his chair to partially face Craig. "Sorry, that was a lot less awkward in my head… I think."

Craig nodded in understanding as he copied the study pages from the board onto a scrap paper. And he kind of did understand. He and Kenny weren't strangers, he knew how the blondes sense of humor worked. Kenny was just trying to make a joke to lighten the situation, without realizing how weird the joke was, and that's probably what made it so perfect. "Like a dream. If that gives you your daily jollies." He finally responded also as a joke. Kenny smiled at the comfortability, and decided, Craig was a good guy. Another look over at him and he was greeted with a cocky smile and middle finger. Yeah, Craig was pretty great.

The rest of class was better, more comfortable, taking stupid jabs, and dumb jokes, like it was no other day. Craig felt better, at least Kenny was cool about everything. Honestly he didn't think he'd be much of a problem anyway. No, Craig had two bigger concerns than Kenny, and he had English with both of them next period.

When that bell finally rang, Kenny waited for Craig at the door. He didn't have english next, but he was going that way, and Craig was a cool guy. Besides, Stan and Kyle did have English next with Craig… And so did Cartman, and that's who they were most concerned about. Not only did he have no boundaries for jokes, he lived to make Kyle's life miserable. They strolled to the other side of the already small school in a contemplative silence, wondering what Cartman would do.

"Good luck man." Kenny offered with a pat on the shoulder before making his way to his own class. With a sigh the Noirette enter the classroom, already ready for this to be over. They had assigned seats in this class, courtesy of Cartman, who permanently sat beside Kyle in the 4th row. Stan was second row, next to Craig. Stan was already there, in his seat arms crossed, legs extended, just a general pissed expression on his face. Cartman and Kyle had yet to arrive, which worried him a little.

He effortly avoided looking at Stan, whose pissy attitude was radiating in all directions. Cartman walked in a few seconds later, a huge smile plastered on his face. He stopped between Stan and Craig's desk, pretending to look around with confusion. "Where is our dear Kahl today, he's not here yet?"

Craig grit his teeth and tried to ignore him. "Sit down Cartman." Stan started, already not in the mood.

"Perhaps he's lost… Lost in Craig's ass!" He broke down in ridiculous laughter alone, no one else in the class joined in. But he was too far gone to care. Kyle was behind him a second later shoving him roughly down the aisle and toward his seat. "Finally sucking someone's balls Kahl?" he laughed again and Kyle shoved him again.

"Hey! Get your fag hands off me." He shouted turning back and into the redheads personal space. Craig stood, ready to defend, but Kyle gently pushed him back into his seat, before turning back to the larger man, and giving him a stern glare, but no words. Cartman stared a moment longer before grumbling toward his seat, seconds before the teacher came in.

Everyone hushed and finished taking their seats. Stan barely moved an inch from his grouchy form, just glared in whatever direction was necessary for class.

"Alright everyone, we're going to be exploring the use of idioms in modern conversation, by using mostly idioms to do scenes with a partner." Mr. Duvey instructed to the class without any knowledge of the episode that took place before he entered class. He called up 2 students from the back of the room, and had them perform improvised lines made mostly of idioms, he gave them lists of popular phrases and corrected them if need be. By the 3rd group the tension had died down. When class finally ended and the lunch bell rang, Cartman was the first out the door. It was as if the entire class let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.

Kyle packed his stuff and when he looked up, Craig was waiting for him, but Stan was long gone. It hurt a little, having his best friend mad at him, but at the same time, it wasn't fair to Kyle. He didn't lie, or go behind his back, or ignore him. Those were all things Stan had done to him in the name of Wendy. Those were all things that Stan did that broke his heart, and he still stuck around for his super best friend. So Kyle couldn't be bothered by Stan's behaviour, at least, he could pretend to hide it.

The two new lovers walked to the caf together, slowly brushing shoulders as they swaggered down the crowded hall. Kenny was already at a table with Cartman and Stan, he shot them a sympathetic look, and mouthed the word run as inconspicuous as he could. They caught on, grabbed lunch, and made their way to another part of the school. Looks like the talk was happening earlier. Tweek saw the two on their way out, and smiled softly, they both smiled back, as the twitch lion decided the only place he could sit now, was next to Kenny and Clyde.

Neither barely ate, as they new the words were going to come soon. Someone was going to say something, eventually. For now it was quiet, silent even, if you didn't count the loud ticking of the clock and the occasional passing of car out the front door as they found themselves in the lobby of the school. They waited, contemplating what should be said, it was obvious by now they liked each other, and now so did half the school. That added some pressure to them, as if they now had expectations to fulfill. They still had issues, mainly Kyle's feelings for Stan. Finally as that thought his mind, Craig spoke. "So are you in love with Marsh?"