Yes, you are indeed

Kyle B.

When I reach my car–a white Audi s5 convertible, I open the passenger side door and throw Kenny in, then walk over to the driver's side and get in.

"The first thing I want to say Kenny," I start dangerously calm, " Is what the hell dude?!" I looks over at Kenny who is fiddling with his phone.

"Kenny, Kenny!" I call and I am becoming increasing annoyed at Kenny's lack of attention right now.

"Yeah, what?" Kenny finally answers.

"Why the freak did you stop me from punching Stan?" I say slowly trying to calm my anger. 'Slow down. Deep breaths' I tell myself remembering the technique my anger management counselor suggested.

Kenny looks over at me and pauses for a moment before explaining, "Look, the cops were coming down the street and I didn't want you guys to get locked up."

"Yeah right, because you didn't want us to get arrested. Hell if I believe that one Ken."

"Really it's true. Before I heard the sirens I was almost down the street from the school," Kenny smirks, "And besides if you were to get locked up the creeps in the holding cells, they ain't gonna be quite gentle with a little red head Jew like you."

I smack Kenny's shoulder smirking, "Whatever," I say completely letting him off easy, before starting the car and putting it in drive.

"Anyway, you coming with me or do you want to go home for a while?"

"Nah, take me to the car shop. I need to see about my fucking baby dude."

"When do you think it'll be ready?"

"I don't know, but the damage was kinda bad."

"Serves you right, I told you, Cartman and Clyde not to do that dumb stunt you did—taking turns knocking down every one's mailbox."

"But that shit was funny dude."

"But you got caught."

"Damn that old man who mail box we knocked down," Kenny says while shaking his right fist and I laugh as Kenny continues, "He was a fucking douche, he actually chased us down in his car. We had to get away fast so Cartman was driving and Jimbo's truck was a block in our get away. Cartman cut across some people's yard, but Clyde was all like, "It'll be so cool if you jumped over Jimbo's car. So fat-ass turned around and jumped—"

"And failed horribly," I finish.

"Yep, so are you going to stay for the reunion?"

"To watch you and your car make out? No. I was going to Shakey's, but I'm just going to go home first and probably meet up with Red later."

"Oh, I see, you planning on getting it in tonight aren't you?" Kenny asks as he waggles his eyebrows.

"Look, we're just going to hang out. Plus she's been practically begging for us to hang out lately."

"So she wants you to fuck her."

"No—" I can barely deny it and from the look Kenny's giving me, proves it.

Kenny clicks his teeth, "Come on bro. I heard you two been seeing each other. So is it true?"

"Ken, if something was going on between me and Red you'd know." I try, but fail when Kenny continues to look at me as if he was still expecting an answer. "Maybe," I finally spill with a grin.

"I'll take that as a yes. And oh yeah, tell Ike that next Monday would be cool."

"What, what's next Monday?" I ask curiously.

Kenny smirks, "None of your business, just tell him next Monday."

"Alright, whatever, I am bound to find out anyway. Also, why can't you tell him yourself?"

"Because he sent me a text Wednesday saying he's grounded."

"Yeah, I guess I haven't really seen him out of the house lately, besides school."

"You guess? Haven't you talked to Ike?"
"Yeah, we talk everyday, dude if you haven't noticed we live in the same house."

"I know, but does he tell you shit like why he's grounded or what's going on in his life?"

I say nothing because if it was really important or if Ike wanted to tell me he would. Right? As I pull into the auto shop Kenny hops out, and sticks his light golden blonde head through the passenger side window to tell me he'll text, call or meet up with me later, before I pull off, heading home.

You know, this is freaking bull crap. I know I shouldn't still be pissed about what happened earlier, but I am. Why the hell did Kenny have to stop me from punching Stan in the face? From knocking the asshole out and probably shut that him up for once. And then he says it's all my fault, yeah right he's the one who started all of this not me. I hate that fucking asshole.

When I'm home I quickly walk in the house and run upstairs to my room. I put my bag on my desk and immediately grab my cell phone that's been buzzing for awhile out of my bag to reply back to all my messages. I throw my phone on the bed, and walk out of my room to the bathroom to shower. When I'm done showering and dressed in a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve v neck shirt, I sit on my bed and check my texts (fucking fiends), facebook, twitter and email.

I could totally do without all the constant texts and all these people on my back. Why do they even want talk to me in the first place? I'm definitely not something special. I'm just a normal hormonal stupid boy. I miss when things we're so much simpler; no drama, no sex, just us dumb boys doing dumb boy things and girls doing dumb girl things. Putting my phone down, hoping to take a quick nap to ease my irritation and body from the fight earlier my phone rings. Fuck! I pick it up to see who it is and it's Red. I answer it.

"Hey Kyle," Red says flirtatiously.

"Hey," Its quiet for a second before I finally ask to feel the lack of space, "So, still want me to come over later?"

"Yes! I mean yeah, of course. Can you come over now?"

I try not to laugh. "Actually, yeah I can come over."

"Okay, well see you soon," Red says hurriedly and overly flustered.

"Bye Red," I say in a way that I know will make her melt.

"Bye Kyle," Red says melting, before hanging up.

Just as I hang up Ike walks into my room and sits down on the edge of my desk (Ike and I don't knock on each others doors unless I'm getting laid— this does not apply to Ike who better not be fucking anyone, or if either is pissed the fuck off) and glares at me.

"No hello, how was your-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ike asks bluntly.
"What?" I raise my eyebrows in mock confusion.
"I know you and Stan had a fight. Everyone at school knows, hell everyone in South Park fucking knows."

"Okay," I say slowly. "Is mom—"

"Mom's at a school meeting. You know how those things go."

"Okay—Crap, who the hell told her?"

"I told you everyone knows. One of the stupid ass teachers at school probably went gossiping around and word got back to her."

"How was she when she left?"

"She was pretty upset when she left with dad. You know, when she's all like "Wha, wha, what?!"

I have to stop himself from laughing at Ike's impersonation of our mom, he sounds just like her.

"I'm screwed," I say instead, dreading the lecture that is sure to come when the infamous Shelia Broflovski gets home. To say I'm not looking forward to that would be an understatement.

"Yes, you are indeed." Ike agrees with a smirk.