Chapter 4:
Stan PoV:
"Dude, did you talk to Cady anymore last night?" I hit Kyle with a ball of scrunched up paper, which almost knocks his hat off.
"Can we not talk about this now?" He hisses at me from the end of the row, as Clyde and Jason turn to stare at him. We were in our first Geology class of the school year, in which no girls had opted to take. So it literally consisted of me, Kyle, Clyde, Jason, Cartman, Butters, Jimmy, Douglas, Francis and Peter Mullen. So overall, it was a pretty shitty and rather small class.
An upside of taking Geology however was that we were twenty minutes into our lesson and the teacher had not turned up. This would be paradise for me if Kenny, Craig and Token were in the lesson, instead of the fat lump of lard that was blocking my view, a couple of people who hardly said anything and Peter; a kid who mostly talked about his pet frog. I was sat on the back row next to Clyde, who was next to Jason and Kyle, which was also a positive as it meant I did not have Cartman kicking my chair or Butters blowing on my neck.
"Who's Cady?" Clyde asks Kyle and he gives me a look. I don't know why he was throwing a hissy fit about it, it's not like I just told everyone he had joined the Illuminati or anything.
"Just… This girl." Kyle shrugs, I didn't understand, yesterday he was hyping over her and now he didn't seem to give a shit. Cartman whipped his head around at this point, clearly eavesdropping on our conversation instead of listening to Jimmy's tit joke, which I would have thought he would find more interesting.
"Kyle's got a girlfriend?" Cartman begins to laugh. "Bullshit."
"Shut up Cartman." Kyle defends himself. "Besides, she's not my girlfriend."
"Yet." I wink at Jason who mimes a fisting action at me and I laugh hysterically.
"Guys, can you all just fuck off?" Kyle raises his voice, going back to scribbling on a notepad. What he was writing I didn't know, it wasn't like we had any work to do.
"Ouch, Kyle I think it's time to change your tampon." Cartman teases and I nudge him to tell him to stop. I am still laughing though, along with Clyde and Jason, which Kyle finds even more irritating. But instead of yelling again, he picks his stuff up and moves to sit on the row over to the left side of the classroom next to Francis, who is sitting alone. There is silence for about ten seconds, whilst Kyle goes back to writing notes and Francis stares at him, confused. "Aw, look you guys, it's the two Jews sitting together." Cartman cooes, trying to wind Kyle up even more, but he is still blanking him. No one knows for certain what religion Francis is, but we all assume he is Jewish as he used to be in the Jew scouts back in Elementary school. "I think this is the start of a new found friendship." He continues to twist the knife in; annoyed that Kyle is ignoring his taunts. "Hey Kyle, maybe you can go to the Synagogue together on Sunday."
"Maybe you should try and lose some weight." Kyle mutters and this angers Cartman. For years now Cartman has completely denied the fact he is fat, despite the names we call him.
"I don't think that is necessary Kyle." Cartman replies, his hand gripping the desk.
"I do." Kyle is still staring down at his paper and talking in a matter-of-fact tone. "Someone needs to get it into that thick skull of yours. I tried once, but you just bought a mobility scooter. You're so fat; no one will ever love you. No one will ever be able to fit into the same bed as you. You try and have sex with someone and they will just use you as a bouncy castle. That is probably why you are an only child, because your mother could only afford to feed you, as you eat all the food. You've always been fat and if you don't do something about it, my bet is that you won't last another year without having a heart attack."
He finishes and my jaw drops open, alike every other student in our class. No one, I repeat, no one, ever pushed Cartman's limits. We all knew he could dish out the hate but could not take it and we all knew what he did to the people who did hurt him. Look at Scott Tenorman for example. We all seethed in the silence, awaiting Cartman's harsh words, a brutal punch up. But there was none. Instead, he pulled himself out of the chair and walked out of the classroom door.
At that precise moment a tall teacher with square glasses passed him, watching him disappear down the corridor and then turning to us.
"Oops, one has already gone?" He chuckles to himself. "I haven't even got my super cool PowerPoint up yet!" There is a short silence before Kyle sighs, gets up and leaves out of the fire door at the other side of the room, most likely so he does not bump into Cartman. "…Ok, well I had better start quickly then, I need some students in my class."
I exchange a look with Clyde. It was safe to say that Geology was going to be a really crappy subject.
Bebe PoV
Art History was turning out to be a pretty awesome lesson; our teacher Miss Kelly was lovely and had already taken a liking to me. But the best thing about it was that Cartman was not in this class. There were only three boys in here; Kenny, Tweek and Kevin. The other students consisted of Wendy, Red, Annie, Milly, Esther, Powder, Heidi, Jenny and Lola. In fact, the only cheerleaders who were not in the class were Nicole and Nelly, who were most likely in music with Token and Craig. I was sat on a square table with Kenny, Wendy and Red as I watched Kenny sketch the intricate detail on one of the butterfly wings he was drawing. He was an amazing artist, the best in our year by far, some people think it is pathetic but I think it is beautiful. He once told me that he used to draw when he was little to imagine he was somewhere far away, it was his only method of escaping reality. So now every picture he sketches I always think has a message behind it. I am trying to think up an idea for the butterfly when he raises his head and his eyes meet mine. I look away quickly, blushing but he has already seen me.
"What?" He gives a slight smile, having caught me out.
I turn back to face him our eyes fixated on one another. "Nothing…" I bite my lip to stop myself from grinning. "It's just the way you look."
"Oh thanks Bebe." He laughs and I shake my head.
"No!" I brush the blonde hair out of his eyes. "When you draw; you look really involved with it, very studious." He frowns, not knowing whether this was a compliment or not. "It's cute." I reassure him and he is about to lean in and kiss me when Red interrupts us.
"Do you two mind?" She pipes up. "There's an extremely jealous girl sitting right here."
"Yeah, I have to look at Red when she's drawing." Wendy scrunches up her nose playfully. "It doesn't have the same effect!"
"Wendy!" Red laughs pretending to jab her with a paintbrush.
"Oh get a room." Kenny winks at them and they both raise their eyebrows before Wendy kisses Red on the cheek and goes back to her work. Another five minutes pass as I add detail to the ball gown I am sketching onto a piece of paper, then the bell sounds.
"Ok class, thank you very much for today." Miss Kelly smiles, getting up from helping Kevin; he had been crying half of the lesson because he could not draw a tomato. I begin to pack up my things and sling my bag over my shoulder.
"Thank you Miss Kelly." I beam before I exit the room.
"Kissass." Wendy sticks her tongue out at me when we arrive back in the school hallway. I link hands with Kenny whilst rolling my eyes at Wendy and Red. We are about to turn the corner when we hear a voice shouting Red's name. We all turn to see Kevin, a few meters away from us.
"Yeah?" Red frowns, giving both Wendy and I an odd look. Why did Kevin Stoley want to talk to Red?
"Um… I was just wondering whether…" He stammers, wringing his hands nervously. "…Well there's this offer at Shakey's on Saturday and well… I… Doesn't matter!"
He turns on his heel and begins running in the opposite direction. We all look taken aback for a second before giggling. "Oh my God!" I cover my mouth with my hand.
"Someone has a crush on Red!" Wendy teases and Red's eyes widen.
"Did that actually just happen?" She stares at us.
"You should totally go for it." I joke, wrapping Kenny's arms around my waist.
"Kevin Stoley?" She pulls a face as we start walking again. "No thank you! Besides, I have my eye on someone else at the moment."
"What? Who?" Wendy and I chorus as we stop in our tracks again. Kenny looks bored as fuck but I don't care, this was important.
"Well, I would tell you but not in front of Kenny." She points at my boyfriend.
"Come on Red, he's not going to tell anyone!" I argue.
"Well they're like best friends." Red bites her lip.
"Woah." Wendy holds her hand out and then grins. "You stay away from Stan."
"It's not Stan, stupid." She rolls her eyes and Wendy looks slightly offended. "Ok fine, it's Kyle…"
"Kyle?" We all yell and the corridor falls silent.
Red gives everyone an uneasy glance until it returns back to the usual chatter. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
I glance at Wendy and she bites her lip. "Um… Well Kyle said he is sort of… on it with someone else at the moment."
"What really?" Red looks shocked. "Who?"
"Cady something…" I shrug. "He wouldn't really give us many details except that she lives in Denver."
"Oh right…" She trails off, looking slightly disappointed and I feel pretty bad for her. "Well that's ok, it's nothing serious. Just… Don't tell him I said anything ok?"
"Promise." I link my little finger with hers and Wendy does the same, before we continue back down the hallway.