"Kahl, what were you doing staring at me during class?" Cartman asks suspiciously, eyeing me on every angle.
"Uh, I uh, y-you had something on your face!" I spit out nervously. I mentally slap myself. Yeah, that's called keeping your cool, Kyle.
Cartman cocks his eye brow at me, still doubting my answer, "Really, than you were quite interested in whatever masked my face back there, weren't you, Kahl?" he smirks at himself.
I feel my cheeks become hot as I turn around and see both Stan, and Kenny staring at me the same way Cartman was when he started speaking. Could they be suspicious too?
Kenny shrugs it off and removes his hood to eat the cafeteria lunch we had each been given. He now feels secure enough to take it off more often than the past for some reason, I think it's due to Stan giving him self esteem classes, or whatever it was called at his house every Saturday.
Ever since we had found Kenny cutting himself in the boy's bathroom, they've been inseparable.
Apparently Kenny had been all depressed about no one remembering him dying…I don't know, maybe he IS just going insane. But, I don't dare tell Stan or Kenny that. Clyde had suggested that idea once, but landed in the hospital soon after Stan punched him in the Jaw.
Now, all Clyde does is hang around with Craig's gang more often. That's all. He also takes his time while walking through the halls, not wanting to bump into Stan.
A lot has changed since fourth grade. Not much crazy stuff happens at South Park any more. So we can finally just focus on our social lives, and I can't distinguish whether that's a good thing, or a bad thing.
Everyone has their own things, their own friends, and their own lives.
Stan broke up with Wendy about a year ago, right after she just got with Token. Stan didn't really care, for some reason. As long as it's not bugging him, it's okay with me. Craig and Tweek hang out a lot, and Bebe and Clyde are in a relationship now. Even though everyone knows that they've been off and on since fourth grade. I'm not sure about everyone else though. We all got into separate classes when we first started High School, and we just kind of all drifted apart.
It's kind of sad, knowing that all it took for us to socialize even the slightest, was a crazy town, and a class room.
Cartman sits next to me, much to my dismay. I STILL can't stop staring at him.
He looks so cute with his fluffy blue hat with the puffy yellow ball on top, and his cute hazel eyes that are staring right at me and –…oh shit!
"Kahl is there still something on my face, or are you gay for me or something?" Cartman asks facing me, smirking before laughing with the others. I sigh as I continue eating, hoping someone else would break the silence that followed.
"So, Jew, you didn't quite answer my question," Cartman said promptly as he bit into his sandwich, "Are you gay, or not?"
I freeze. Kenny and Stan have stopped laughing, noticing how worried I am.
"I…I…" luckily, before he can ask anything else, the bell rings, and saves my life once again. It's been doing that for a while now, and I don't even question it as I get up and bolt out of the cafeteria…