Stan was walking to the cafeteria thankful it was lunch time. He walked beside Jessica and looked over at her. "Hey, Jessica how has your day been so far?" Jessica sighs. "Not too good. In Social Studies Kyle stuck gum in my hair and in Math Jeff threw spit balls at me." Stan frowns. "That's nothing compared to what happened to me. In science the teacher shouted all his words and made us go through a dangerous obstacle coarse."
Jessica sighs. " Please tell me you have the same class as me next." Stan pulls his schedule out of his pants pocket. "I have ugh, math." Jessica looks dissapointed. " I have science next." Stan looks at her, sad. "Awe that sucks." Stan and Jessica walk into the cafeteria slowly approaching the lunch line, trying to avoid any mean kids. They wait behind a chubby kid with black hair and braces on. "Do you see Kyle's gang anywhere?"
Jessica whispers to Stan. Stan looks around the room. "Not yet." Jessica walks a little ways up the line. "Good." Stan follows behind her. Jessica and him grab trays with pizza on them and head to a table. Jessica chooses to sit at an empty table away from the popular kids. "They shouldn't be able to bother us here." Stan takes a bite of his pizza. Pulling the cheese with his mouth. Jessica takes a sip of her chocolate milk. She looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. "Oh no, look here they come."
Kyle and his gang walk over to their table. Kyle laughs. "Well, well if it isn't the loser table." Stan continues to eat his pizza trying to ignore them. "Got milk?" Kyle asks Jessica who just stares at him annoyed. He then smashes a white milk carton on her hair."On your head!" His buddies think it's hysterical. Stan glares at Kyle and his gang. "Leave her alone." Kyle steps over to Stan's side of the table. "I don't think so, new kid." Stan looks even more mad that even though he's told them there name they still call him new kid. "I have a name, r-tard." Kyle pushes Stan onto the ground. "Well I like the name I gave you, Darsh!"
Stan looks up at him wanting to kick his ass so bad. "Is there a reason your a douche?" He asks,at his breaking point. Kyle dumps his lunch tray all over him."Whoops and I just like to make whoever the new kid is lifes misery." Stan stands up and gives Kyle a really hard punch in the nose. Jessica and Kyle's gang gasps. Kyle looks angry. "So you want to fight, huh?" Stan has his hands clenched into fists. "Yeah."
Kyle punches him the cheek. Stan shrugs it off and punches him in the mouth. Kyle's mouth and nose begins to bleed, but he still doesn't give up he punches Stan in the stomach really hard. Stan falls over coughing up blood, but he doesn't give up either he grabs Kyle's leg and pulls him down to the floor, beginning to repeatedly punch him in in the side. Of course, the lunch ladies have to come and interfere. "Enough kids!" The black lunch lady a bit on the chunky side helps Stan up and the white scrawny lunch lady helps Kyle up. The lunch ladies glare at both kids. "Okay who started this? " The black lunch lady asks. Kyle points to Stan. "This jerk started it. Honest, I was just saying hi to him." Kyle gives her the innocent eyes and Stan unfortunately is the only one who gets in trouble. "But wait look at Jessica!" Stan points out.
They look over at Jessica who has spilled milk running down her head. "Also look at me! I'm covered in food because Kyle dumped his lunch on me." Stan adds. The lunch ladies sigh. "Kyle, did you dump your lunch out on this young boy?" The skinny one asks. Kyle frowns. "No, I was over at my table and I saw Stan slipped so I helped him then he got mad that I got white milk and he got chocolate so he punched me in the face."
The lunch ladies look over at Stan, displeased. Stan looks shocked. "What? No he dumped his milk out on Jessica and I did not slip." The black lunch lady looks back at Jessica. "Is this true?" Jessica looks up at her. "Yeah me and Stan were just trying to eat and then these jerks came over." She replied. The lunch ladies look over at Sam and Jeff who went back to their table. Some friends that kid had. "Okay well both of you go speak to the principal." The black lunch lady told them. Stan didn't know if he should be scared or angry. Or maybe both.