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Chapter three: Over the days

"Oh Hey Kyle!" I turned around, dark green eyes meeting light blue eyes. "I was- whoa. What happened to you?"

I sighed. "It's nothing Butters." It was just a small bruise was on my forehead from that stupid lamppost. Though it did hurt, thankfully it wasn't too noticeable. Or so I thought. It was Wednesday, hump day or whatever people liked to call it. Only three more days until our plan. "You were saying something?" I picked up a tray and grab an apple.

"Oh, I was wondering if you were excited. You know..." Butters grabbing an apple and tray as well. We both stood in the slow cafeteria line. I could tell Cartman was holding up the line, arguing with one of cafeteria workers about how he wanted two main food items.

"I don't know how to feel honestly." I replied, reaching for a sandwich.

"I see. I'm honestly a little nervous." Butters said, low and shy.

"If you don't want to do it, just say it."

"I do want to do it!" He barked, fast and fiercely. "I'm going to do it, just you watch."

"Um, fine then." What's his problem? He acts like this is such a great honor or deal. I thought as I saw pride and anger in his face.

The line started to move again. I grab an orange juice, punched in my i.d. number and paid for my food. While I waited for Butters, I scanned the cafeteria room. Craig and his gang were at their own table. The Goths sat in a lone table, faraway from us "conformists". The Vampire kids (and a lot of them, their group really grown) claimed four tables. Jocks had their own table while nerds had their own. Kenny and Cartman were already sitting in our table. And Stan...Stan was with Wendy and the girl's table.

"Wow, seriously?"

"Seriously what? Butters asked innocently, back to his normal cheerful self.

"Nothing." It's really pathetic how Stan does so much to please Wendy. Well, in my opinion. I noticed Butters following me. "Don't you usually sit with..." I glanced at what the rest of the school calls the loser table. And no, it's not the ugly kids table. It consisted of Butters, Pip, Kevin, and oddly enough Christophe.

"I though I would sit with you guys for today." Butters said quietly, waving at Pip. The Brit looked confused but quickly ignored it.

"Oh okay then." We sat down. Kenny looked at Butters then back at me. 'Seriously dude?'

"Just for today." I replied quietly.

"He is such a loser." Cartman said as we sat down. He sounded irritated, maybe since he didn't get two food items like he wanted.

"Who is?" Butters asked innocently."

"Kahl, your best friend is a faggot." He went back to his food not even looking at Butters. I couldn't tell if he was really ignoring Butters or didn't even notice.

"Shut up fatass!" Stan made be my super best friend and all, but just watching him trying to please Wendy makes you cringe.

"Oh yeah Jew, you shut up! I bet you're gay for him Kahl." Cartman said loudly.

I felt my face turn red from embarrassment. "No I'm not you stupid fat fuck!"

Kenny looked at Butters. "Don't even try to stop them."

I looked over the bruise. It was fading, though if you look closely you'll see it yellowish and gross. I covered my forehead with my red hair and turned around to my bed. On it was a medium dark green backpack and my sleeping bag compete with some pjs. Inside the backpack was water, some snacks, a flashlight, and a small pocketknife I took from the kitchen. I checked my phone to see if Stan was ready.

"Honey, make sure you have a jacket." My mom called from downstairs.

"I already have one!" I replied. A black hoodie will work as fine. Then again we'll going to be outside.

Beep Beep

Stan replied. I put on a dark gray jacket and opened the text.

Im on my way to ur house. u rea dy?

I replied with 'Yes I am.'

Double checking that my flashlight's batteries still worked, I grab my bags and headed downstairs to the living room. My younger brother Ike was there watching t.v. "Mom says it's going to be even colder then before so wear a jacket and stuff."

"I already have them." I pointed to my green and showed my black gloves. The doorbell rang and I quickly opened it.

"Hey dude." Stan greeted as he stepped in. He waved at Ike, who waved back before turning back to the t.v. Stan looked back at me. "You ready?"

I then knew he wasn't asking if I had all my things. "A little scared honestly. And worried." I replied low.

"Me too. Let's go get it over with."

"Boys, what are you doing exactly again?" My mom asked, not because she forgot but to make sure.

"Mom, I already told you. We're going to Cartman's for a sleepover. We're gonna drop our bags off then all of us is going to walk to watch a movie and hangout at the mall. Then we're gonna go back to his place for the sleepover." I replied. "Don't worry I have my phone on me and his mom is going to be there okay?"

"Alrighty then, call me if anything happens!"

I looked at Stan, who looked a little uneasy. "It'll be fine right?"

"Dude, I'm sure it'll be." I waved at my mom and we walked out as she told us to have fun and be safe.

Short chapter I know sorry again. If you see any grammar or spelling errors please message me thank you. Review if you like.