It was Craig who found Kyle crying in the 3rd floor bathroom. In a very manly fashion, of course.
"Dude, what's wrong?"
"Dude, nothing," Kyle said, sniffling. "It's nothing." He grabbed some paper towels and wiped at his face. He tried not to look at his reflection; he looked like shit.
"Dude, you look like shit."
"I know, Craig, all right!"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's fucking wrong! Why can't you mind your fucking business?" Kyle shouted.
Craig looked at him for a moment. He flipped him off and left the restroom.
"What can I get for you today, Kyle?" Red asked as she went through her purse.
"I dunno; whatever's cheapest? I'm low on money this month." Kyle bounced from foot to foot. Red frowned at him.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Why?" Kyle said quickly.
"You're acting a bit odd."
"Jesus, can't a guy get a little pot around here?"
Red scowled then. "All right, dickhead, how much do you have?"
"Twenty."
"Here," she said. "Take this." She thrust a tiny green-tinted packet at him.
"This can't last me a month! What is this? A tenth of a gram?"
"I'm being fucking generous for twenty dollars, all right?" Red barked. She grabbed the money from Kyle and slammed her locker shut before storming off to fifth period.
Butters came up to Kyle after Physics.
"Jeez, Kyle, you're not looking so good."
"Why is everyone saying that?" Kyle grunted between clenched teeth.
"Well, golly, Kyle, maybe it's 'cause you're being irritable, and you're all sweaty."
"You'd be irritable, too, Butters, if you couldn't piss and your balls were threating to fall off."
Butters blinked a couple of times, and then nodded. "I suppose you're right, Kyle; I'd be mighty irritable if my- if my balls were threatenin' to fall off."
"Yeah. Exactly."
Kyle walked home.