Chapter Eight

Kyle's Point of View

Well today has been interesting, that's for sure. The first thing being how odd Kenny and Stan have been acting, I mean I know Kenny is acting nervous a lot at the moment but he was so nervy at break time I thought he was turning into Tweek! (I'm sure that if you put Tweek and Kenny in the same clothes and stood behind them you wouldn't be able to tell the difference... that's how much he was shaking!) He practically pounced on Stan when he saw him, demanding to know where he had been.

"I was in physics, where else would I be?" Stan replied in a shocked and slightly annoyed voice.

"Nowhere," said Kenny glancing at me, "right then, good." He seemed to calm down a bit after that. Could it be possible that there's something going on between Stan and Kenny, I've noticed Kenny acting nervous around Stan more often than not at the moment, I mean just look at lunchtime yesterday! Could it be that there's more to my best friends than meets the eye? I realise what a stupid thought that is, they're definitely not gay, Stan's only got eyes for Wendy and Kenny has eyes for every other girl! I'm the only one that's gay around here... not that this bothers me, it's not like I'm looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. On an unrelated subject I ASSURE YOU, Cartman gave me a lift to school this morning! We didn't really talk much in the car and he still acted like his same grumpy moody self but I don't think he's totally averse to doing the project with me, so that's a relief! We got into an argument at lunchtime like normal though, (this time about what they use to make blue Smarties, Cartman claims they use beetles, how ridiculous is that?) I'm sat in his car on the way to his house at this very moment actually, he's the one who suggested it so I don't know why he keeps giving me mean glances, I feel like I'm doing something terribly wrong but I don't know what!

Cartman's voice suddenly cuts through the silence, "so why exactly did you pick me to be your partner?" Well that was blunt. He looks annoyed again but I'm not sure who with this time. I'd already prepared for this question of course, it was what I spent the remainder of last night doing; the plan was to tell him I wanted a partner who wouldn't interfere with my choices, however as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes I decided that I'd rather just be honest.

"It was an accident," I reply feeling embarrassed. Cartman seemed to process this for a few moments.

"Ok, that answer will do... for now."

"What do you mean FOR NOW?"

"Well the question still stands as to why you were thinking about me."

"I wasn't thinking about you! It's just that your fat ass takes up so much of the room that I can't help but look at you for the whole lesson."

"That still doesn't explain why you said my name..." I pause for a second before demanding:

"Well why did you say yes to working with me? That can't have been an accident." He quickly glances at me startled before returning to his 'natural' facial expression of annoyance.

"I saw no reason to say no, you're good at the subject and it saved me from having to name someone else, I hate all the assholes in our class." I wonder if I'm included in that category, Cartman has always hated me so that would be nothing new but am I just the same as everyone else he hates, or am I... special? I shake my head and laugh at the thought, Cartman doesn't consider anyone special: he mainly sees people as annoyances he has to put up with, they see him as an unemotional asshole that's not worth bothering about. I see him as the living representation of everything that sends me into a rage. "I don't mean to interrupt your daydreaming, but in case you haven't noticed we're at my house..." declares Cartman in an amused voice.

"Oh, yeah, right," I say in a daze as we both step out of his red Fiat.

"Were you dreaming about your super best bum friend Stan and the ways you could comfort him in his time of grief?" He's obviously looking for an angry reaction; I'm not going to let him win this one.

"No actually, I was dreaming about Kenny," I lie in a matter of fact manner; Cartman's face turns red in under a split second.

"WHAT- KENNY! Why?" He blurts out before he'd obviously had any time to process his reaction.

"Well," I continue slightly bewildered, "he's got that bad guy vibe going on, you know? He acts like he doesn't care about anything... Oh and sometimes he gets this really intense lo..."

"I GET IT Kyle; you're a fag and you have the hots for Kenny," snaps my companion.

"You're the one that jumped to amorous conclusions; I'm merely describing him."

"I know someone else who fits that description," grumbles Cartman almost inaudibly under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask.

He glares at me, "nothing." Maybe I misheard...

Eric's Point of View

God damn Kenny, what's so great about him anyway, he's a scrawny piece of crap. Kyle would suit someone more broad and manly, someone who doesn't hang around in a hut all day acting mysterious and most probably gaying out with that freak Damien, (I know we all see Kenny flirting with and perving on girls all the time but there's something odd about him and Damien.) I slam the car door and moodily make my way towards the house, I can feel Kyle's eyes staring bemused at the back of my head. Ha, I thought he was meant to be smart, can he really not figure out what's going on? Saying this I'm glad that he can't! I shove the key in the lock and attempt to turn it but it won't turn, I rattle the door in frustration. "Fucking stupid piece of wood," I yell.

"Cartman calm down it's an inanimate object," says Kyle from next to me as he pushes me to the side and gently turns the key allowing us access to my hall. I bet he loved getting the better of me like that.

"Humph," I grunt in reply, which makes the red head laugh. "Just get your ass in my house," I bark giving him a shove. The next hour passes very slowly with Kyle banging on about Trotsky and these two guys called Kamenev and Zinoviev, the mistakes they made trusting Stalin and being inconsistent and so on. I enjoy history more than any of my other classes but only because it's vaguely worth listening to, I certainly don't want to be bothered with analyzing it outside of school or having to learn the information and stupid stuff like that. I helped Kyle when he needed though handing him a textbook he wanted and typing up something he'd finished scribbling down. We're both sat on the floor right now, Kyle sitting cross legged, head deep in another textbook, (so that we have different angles apparently.) He's always so sexy when he's concentrating hard like this, almost as sexy as when he is in a rage about something. Kyle has a habit of running his hand through his hair when he's concentrating hard, twisting a curl repeatedly in his finger before letting it drop back down with the others, oh what I'd give to be playing with his hair
like that, or even just stroking one of his gorgeous red tinged cheeks. "Time for a break," I say as I move in closer.

A/N: Ohh a nice bit of Cliff Hanging. (Of course)