Chapter three: God, I hate school.
Welcome to the next chapter. More fun stuff. Garrison is a teacher, not the president, so much easier than creating a teacher from thin air. Let's just say PC Principal was never a character and move on, okay? Also Chef will be here, I miss him.
"Ugh, I hate your mom." Stan groaned. The three of them were standing at the bus stop, waiting to be dragged off to the hell only known by one name: South Park High School. The red haired boy let out an irritated sigh.
"She isn't all bad. I was home late, y'know. And she did have a point it was a school night."
Kenny sighed as he patted his slightly shorter friend on the shoulder.
"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. When will you ever learn?"
"The fuck are you talking about, Kenny?"
"The fact that your mom is a bitch. Everyone knows but you apparently."
"DON'T CALL MY MOM A BITCH, KENNY! YOU'RE AS BAD AS GOD DAMN CARTMAN!" he quickly slapped his hands over his mouth. It only slipped out because he was mad. He promised himself he wouldn't be mean to Cartman until he recovered.
"Dude, you alright?" Stan asked the small Jewish boy in concern.
"Y-yeah." Kyle stuttered, mentally kicking himself still. "Can we drop the subject please?" he put his hands in his pockets and stared at the street waiting for the bus to arrive.
Kyle was acting odd. He didn't sit with Stan like he usually did. Instead, he plopped down next to Butters, who greeted him with a warm smile.
"Uh Hyah Kyle!" Butters greeted.
"Hey Butters." He quietly mumbled in response. He knew Butters knew about Cartman, he was one of the people in the crowd of others when the incident occurred. The fact that Butters didn't ask anything relieved him and annoyed him at the same time. He was relieved to be left alone, but annoyed that Butters wasn't showing any concern for his friend...
... spoke too soon.
"Kyle, I was wondering... How is Eric doin'? Do you know?"
"He'll be okay, Butters. He'll be in the hospital for about two more days, and back in school in about a week. He has a concussion, nothing too severe."
"T-that's good."
"Wait, Cartman's in the hospital?"
Kyle turned around to see Token Black and Clyde Donovan leaning in to hear more information. Craig was also looking interested in the conversation (Tweek was freaking out. Kyle assumed he overheard too). A few girls turned and looked at them as well. One of those girls was Bebe, the class gossip. Great.
"Yes. Cartman is in the hospital with a concussion. He'll be fine in a few weeks."
"What happened?" a very eager, and only mildly concerned, Wendy Testaburger chimed in.
"We were playing basketball. He tried to stop me from scoring and the ball hit him square in the face. He smashed his head on the concrete. He's lucky he isn't hurt any worse."
A bunch more questions were hammered in his direction, making him curl up in a ball to try to hide from them. Suddenly, a new voice cut through and made everyone stop talking.
"SHUT UP!" The voice came from Butters. "What the hell, people? Can't you see he's overwhelmed? The poor guy went through a lot yesterday; he'll tell us the whole story when he's ready."
"Thanks, Butters..." Kyle whispered, blinking back tears. Despite what people say, Leopold Butters Stotch was okay in his books.
The bus pulled up to the elementary school. A bunch of kids jumped up and ran off the bus, others stayed behind to try and get more info from Kyle. Stan ran to the crowd and pushed his friend out of the chaos. Once off the bus, Kyle finally had time to breathe.
"Okay, what the hell is wrong with these people?" he fumed, wiping off his jacket in frustration.
"I know right? Kenny and I were talking about visiting him after school. Then we were bombarded by Kevin and his friends wanting answers."
"Like, seriously. It's CARTMAN! Most of the time these kids won't give him the light of day!" Kenny huffed. He took off his hood and toyed with his messy blonde hair.
"Kyle?" a slightly timid sounding Wendy spoke from behind them. Kyle felt uncomfortable to talk to her after what happened on the bus, so he hid behind Stan.
"What do you want?" Asked Kenny, defensively.
"I want to apologize on behalf of everyone on the bus. It wasn't fair to bombard you with questions; you obviously don't want to talk about it."
"Thanks Wendy..." Kyle replied, though still timid. He, Stan, and Kenny then made their way into the school so they could use their lockers.
"God that was annoying." Kyle huffed, slamming his locker shut.
"Yeah. If it was that bad for us, imagine Cartman when he's back in school next week." Stan pondered. Kenny dropped his bag in his locker and grabbed his book.
"Fuck don't even talk about it dude. Let's just hope there are no more mishaps regarding the subject."
They walked into the classroom not long before their teacher, Mr. Garrison, walked in.
"Alright class, let's take our seats." The extremely homosexual teacher chimed as he walked in and started writing on the chalkboard.
"Alright, today we're going to start off with a couple math questions. What is 23X9?"
The class didn't answer.
"Come on now, don't be shy."
Craig raised his hand.
"Yes Craig, do you know the answer?"
The black haired boy never answered, he only gave Garrison the finger.
"Craig Tucker did you just give me the finger?"
"No." The monotone tenth grader responded before flipping the teacher off again.
"That is it, mister! If you will not treat me with respect you can go pay a visit to the school counselor!" Craig happily jumped out of his seat and left. Kyle clutched his head and placed it on his desk. This was gonna be a long day.
Lunch finally arrived. The boys were the next in line for food.
"Hello there, children!" called the jolly lunch man behind the counter.
"Hey Chef." They called; an automatic response at this rate.
"How are you?"
"Bad." Kyle responded.
"Why bad?"
"Cartman's in the hospital." Stan replied simply.
"Oh my god, yeah I heard about that, is he okay?"
"I don't know." Kenny chipped in. "We've known the fucker for our whole lives, and when we saw him in that bed, everything felt... wrong."
"Almost like it wasn't him." Kyle muttered.
"He looked and sounded like Cartman, but you can NOT convince me for even a second, that that was Eric Cartman. Because he wasn't acting like Cartman." Stan sighed.
"Oh, come on now children. Your friend has suffered a head injury, so if he isn't acting like himself you need to be patient with him. Things will return to normal in a matter of time." Chef reassured them. They all looked at the kindly black cook and smiled.
"Thanks Chef!"
"Anytime. Move along now children you're holding up the line!"
The boys took their trays and walked over to their normal table with the rest of their friends.
"So is what Kyle said on the bus true or not? Is Cartman seriously in the hospital or what?"
"He isn't here, and he isn't at home sick, so where else would he be Craig?" Kenny asked, annoyed.
"Please. Will everyone at this fucking school just drop it?" Kyle pleaded. He wasn't feeling very hungry, so he gave most of his food to Kenny.
The rest of lunch was quiet. So when the bell rang, the boys were more than happy to head back to class. Nothing really exciting happened between the hours of then until home time. Stan's mother was waiting for them in the parking lot.
"Hop in boys!" Sharon Marsh called from her station wagon window. "I'll give you three a ride to go see your friend at the hospital!"
"I don't know..." Kenny joked. "My mother told me not to accept rides from strangers."
Stan punched the orange parka clad boy in the arm. Kenny knew god well who his mother was. They climbed in and headed to the hospital.
"Okay, now that school's over Kyle, what the hell was your problem?" Stan asked, both concerned and annoyed.
"What do you mean Stan?" Kyle retorted, a little pissed off at his friend's tone. "You were just as frustrated as I was when people asked us questions about-"
"That isn't what I mean and you fucking know it!"
"Stanley, language!" Sharon demanded, only to be ignored.
"What, you mean this morning? Maybe I just didn't want to sit with you, you ever think of that?"
"But why though? What did I do?"
"'What did I do?' he says. WHAT YOU DID, WAS FUCKING INSULT MY MOTHER! I expect that from Cartman, hell I expect it from Kenny, but I didn't expect it from you Stan! And to make things worse, Cartman is hospitalized because of me and now nobody will get off my ass about it! I hate myself for what happened yesterday, and people constantly asking questions, or ripping on me because I threw that damn ball, don't help! Did you ever think of anything from my point of view Stan? DID YOU?!"
Kyle broke down into tears in the back seat of the car. Kenny gently patted his back while he let his emotions out. Stan felt guilty. He hadn't meant to make Kyle cry, he just wanted answers. Now, he wished he had kept his mouth shut.
Whoa. That's some way to end a chapter O_O. Poor Kyle; he's been through a lot for one day. Hope to post the next chapter soon guys don't forget to R&R :D