Ok, so not much is going on in this story; but i promise you twists and turns will start to appear. Ill be slower updating these stories sinc i now have at least 5 ideas to work on now. thank you imagination!

so anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Two

So eventually I made it to my class after Wendy happened to be waiting for me at my normal locker. God that girl didn't shut up! I had to talk about everything I did without her so she knew I wasn't cheating on her before we could go to class. And because she was a suck up and a grade A student and a teacher's pet she got let off for being late. I however got a waring from the teacher. Like I always do; because I was the star quarterback for the team. I took my seat faarrrr away from the girls and sat next to Kyle; who was leaning on his left hand lazily and flicking through a book.

He didn't look up to look at me; which was a good thing because I stole the time to look at him. He was so…girlish yet boyish at the same time. But I found it really attractive and wouldn't want him to change that. I began counting the freckles on his nose; before he turned to me finally.

"Bout time you showed up." He said quietly with a smirk on his face. "Girlfriend wanted updates again?"

"You know it." I rolled my eyes and put my head on the desk. "You recon she'd dump me if I went back to being a goth?"

Kyle giggled and I thought it heavenly…and that I was very, very gay. "But then you'd be too busy non conforming against society to hang out with me."

"Come on dude, nothing could stop us hanging out together." Oh the faggotry coming from my mouth. And I loved every second of it as long as that smile stayed on his face.

"Hm, well that's true I guess." He scrunched his nose up as he thought about it. "Though, I don't think you'd look good as a goth."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Well then I'll just have to find another reason for her to ditch me!"

"Here's a thought I've had sooo many times about this; why don't you dump her instead?"

I froze, not expecting that from him. He kept his gaze on me and cocked his head in hopes I'd answer him soon. I spluttered and tried to worm my way out of it; when the teacher saved me.

"Okay class; we're just gonna be taking it from the top." She drawled on and wrote on the board. I instantly turned around to avoid those pretty green eyes from getting the answer out of me. Shortly there after though, I got a note from Kenny behind me.

Never seen ya squirm like that. What happened?

I made sure the teacher wasn't looking, and scribbled my answer messily. I got out of the shit with him that's what. I hope he could read it because I was struggling to as I folded it. I threw it over my shoulder and went back to my notebook. A few seconds later it came back.

Haha. So I'm guessing you haven't told him and expect him to catch on? Not likely; he's too dense for that.

I frowned and wrote back. I know that. But I'm not exactly gonna tell him I want his Jew ass in my bed am I?

Well…you could just tell him that. I would.

Yeah, but you're a whore Kenny.

Hey, I pick who I want to sleep with thank you. Hey, if you wont jump in I might consider it…

DON'T YOU DARE

"Mr. McCormick and Mr. Marsh; is something wrong back there?" Shit, the teacher caught us. We both shook our heads and she turned back to what she was doing.

"Aww come on Stan…you have a piece of ass already." It was almost a whine from him. I pinched my nose.

"I am not touching that even if you paid me." I replied, noticing Kyle had sneakily looked up from his book to try and catch into the conversation. "Can't you do it for me?"

"You know what? Never." Kenny was a-matter-of-factly in his tone. "Fatboy might though."

"…You know he never crossed my mind once about that." I replied sarcastically. "But seriously, is he still interested in her or the fact she's with me like in grade school?"

"Lil bit of column A, and a bit of B." Kenny said pretending to weigh them both up. He saw Kyle screw his nose up at the mention of Cartman and place an earphone under the earflap of his Ushanka. "So, why can't you just dump her? I don't understand."

I made sure Kyle couldn't hear me. "Because if I do; she'll tell Kyle in front of everyone how much I want him."

"Dude…" Kenny smirked. "You honestly think that would be a bad thing?"

"Yes!" I hissed back so neither Kyle nor the teacher could hear me. "Dude, what if Kyle is like; homophobic and hates me if he finds out? I…I can't lose him."

Kenny shook his head at me with a hushed chuckle. "You're such a pussy."

"Better than being heartless."

"Touché my good man, touché."

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The last class for the day was Art. I'll tell you right now; I suck at Art big time. The teacher makes one person in the class strip down to their bathing suits each lesson and we gotta paint them. I can guarantee that everyone gets boobs in Kenny's paintings no matter what gender you're supposed to be. When Kyle posed he literally painted him a woman and hid it in my room. My mother wasn't too impressed since it had um, handcuffs and stuff in it. Nuff said.

Kyle however is a really good painter. Then again he's good at pretty much anything. But he can somehow paint cartoony but you can tell who it's supposed to be. His best painting to date was of Craig.

Today it was Bebe's turn. Not that she was scared of doing it; stupid whore. She stripped down and made sure she had her whole chest poking out right at the three of us. Kenny shrugged and went to work instantly; I however tried to hide behind my canvas without slipping off my stool. Kyle rolled his eyes and began mixing paints as if nothing was going on. See, even though the girls use me as hollywood material, Bebe still wants a piece of Kyle. And he told me that his interest in her was below nada. Which made me happier to know I could cross one more enemy off my mental list. In fact, most of the people he's said he'd never think about are girls…

"Whore bag makes this so easy for me." Kenny said with a smirk as he worked on painting her red bikini top. "Her nipples are showing too."

"Gross man, just…gross." Kyle said with a look of disgust before looking at me with a smirk.

"Oh hey Ky, you got a bit of paint on your face." No seriously he did guys, I'm not that…ok maybe I am that desperate.

"Oh, really, where?" He asks, subconsciously rubbing the cheek opposite the one I was talking about.

"Wrong cheek. Here, I'll get it." I grabbed my paint rag and cupped his chin before wiping it off gently. He sent a coy smile and giggled as I finished. Which is basically teasing me. And as I sit back and look over the other side of the room, Wendy is staring me down with the most evil looking eyes anyone could ever muster.