Chapter Five
Tuesday Evening 7:00
Kyle's Point of View
My mom's beef stew is my all time favourite meal, I don't think anything can top it, how she manages to extract such rich and vibrant flavours from the few ingredients she uses is beyond me. The stew tastes extra special tonight because my mouth is still sore from the damn dentist appointment, I feel the gaps in my mouth with my tongue; apparently the next stage is to get braces: fun fun fun! I look up at mom smiling and ask: "How do you make this beef stew taste so amazing?"
"It's a top secret family recipe Bubeleh, passed down through the female line of the Broflovski's, your father's mother taught me how to make it and I'll teach your wife one day," she replies.
"Ha, I think you'll be waiting a long time for that day," remarks Ike snidely. God damn my little brother can be annoying, I haven't told him that I'm gay but he has a way of knowing things, I don't think anyone could keep a secret from him if he didn't want them to.
"Nonsense Ike," my mum replies, "Kyle is a very attractive young man, he could have any woman he wanted." Ike laughs:
"Maybe... IF he wanted them." What. A. Douche. Ike is silent for the rest of tea, mom and dad talk about their days at work and I tell them about my history project, they seem slightly uncomfortable when I tell them I'll be working with Cartman and I can understand why, he is an extremely anti-Semitic asshole after all, therefore I leave out the part about it being my free choice to work with him.
"Don't worry, we'll work on the project over at his house," I say. They both seem relieved at this. I finish up my stew, excuse myself from the table and head to my room. The rest of my family are having chocolate pudding for dessert, as a diabetic there's way too much sugar in it for me. As I jump up onto my bed and lie on my back my mind rolls back to what happened today in history. I found out exactly what we are meant to be doing on the project because luckily sir showed us Wendy and Token's as an example. Cartman and I haven't said one word about the project to each other, in fact we haven't said anything; he was packed up before the lesson ended allowing him to dart out as soon as the bell rang. I have a feeling that he's not happy about being paired with me, (then why did he say yes?) Even though I'm feeling very embarrassed about it I realise that we're going to have to organise when we're going to do the project, but I suppose we can talk about that tomorrow at school, it would seem very keen if I texted him now about it. Nevertheless I pull out my phone and open up a new template. I stop and think about this logically if I text him this soon, it may look like I desperately want to work with him, which could lead to a very awkward situation. I need to text someone though or else I'm going to be debating texting Cartman all night. I decide text Stan, although I don't really have anything to say: 'Hey dude, I went to the dentist after school and without warning he pulled out two of my teeth! Apparently my mouth is too small for them all to fit... anyway it hurts like hell!' It's not very interesting but awaiting his reply will stop me texting Cartman. After about a minute my phone beeps:
'Dude I do feel your pain but telling me things like that makes you sound very gay, MAN UP.' Oh god, that's the last thing I wanted to hear, what if Stan knows about me? On second thoughts no, the only person that could tell him is Wendy and I trust her completely, furthermore if Stan found out and I wasn't the one to tell him he'd throw a massive fit and demand an explanation from me, (ahhh it's happening again I'm going insane and over thinking things.) My phone starts flashing and vibrating violently, IT'S HIM, I DON'T BELIEVE IT, IT'S CARTMAN! I take a deep breath and press accept, "Hello?"
Eric's Point of View
He sounds very hesitant on the phone, what's that all about? He's that one that said my name to do this stupid project with! "So when do you want to meet up then?" There's no point bothering with hello and all that polite small chit chat crap, it only wastes time.
"What, oh well ermm I don't mind." God damn what is wrong with him.
"Fine, shall we say tomorrow night after school, my house?"
"Ok yeah, that sounds... fine."
"Right then, good to get that sorted," I pause for a moment before adding, "I'll swing around your place in the morning and pick you up, no point using two cars."
"Oh, that's very... nice of you, thanks." I knew he'd say that, why does he have to be so grateful, it makes it very hard for me to control my emotions.
"Don't mention it, see you tomorrow morning, you better be ready," and with that I hang up. I have three main theories as to why he picked me to be his partner:
1. As he always has to do everything extremely perfectly in order to get straight A's, he wants a partner who will most probably not interfere and leave him to do it by himself: the way he likes it. (Possible, but there are many other people in our class that would happily let him do all the work.)
2. He's had a breakdown, given up caring and has chosen a partner who also doesn't give two shits. (Very unlikely option)
3. He said my name accidently.
None of these options thrill me but I know they are the only possible explanations, there's no way Kyle would genuinely want to work with me; it would appear that we both can't stand each other. My stomach flips at the thought of having him in my car, in such close proximity, his red curls glowing in the morning sun, I lie down on my bed and sigh.
A/N: Two chapters in one day, please don't get used to the luxury! I just wanted to get chapters 4 & 5 out together because they both occur simultaneously. I promise that the next chapter will focus on Kenny. Very soon the story lines will start to cross!