Ugh
Ugh, school couldn't have been much worse than it already is and it's only lunch time. As I'm making my way to the cafeteria he bumps into me. The guy who has been staring at me all freakin' day in the classes I have with him. I have no idea nor do I want to know why the hell he's been staring at me since I walked into homeroom this morning. He doesn't even say excuse me he just stares at me again with those deep blue, hopeless eyes.
"Take a picture why don't you," I comment in passing before making my way into the cafeteria. I don't look to check his reaction because I seriously don't give a shit.
In the cafeteria I sit at my usual table with Kenny, Butters, Cartman and Tweek who are already seated.
"Hey, Kyle why is Stan staring at you?" Butters ask quite bluntly as I'm eat my lunch. I quickly take a sip of my sprite before answering.
"I have no idea dude, but he really needs to stop, it's creeping me out."
"Maybe he has it out for you, dude?" Tweek pipes in sarcastically after drinking from his thermos. And I hold back a small laugh at how nonchalant Tweek looked as he said that. I know in the past Tweek would have been dead serious about his assumption, but now that we're older it's not really so exaggerated anymore. I eye the thermos Tweek is sipping out of with want.
And no it is not coffee, Tweek quit that stuff in the 7th grade after his intervention. His random spasms and outburst had gotten so bad that he had to start taking capsules and pain meds to be able function at school. So after all of us voicing our concerns Tweek had finally quit and no longer have all of those bad side effects. Tweek now enjoys drinking tea, he says it's calming and I believe him. And I happen to enjoy the occasional honey chamomile tea-
"Maybe he's realized how much of a conniving Jew rat you are?" Cartman comments idly as he finish munching on a powerbar.
"Shut the fuck up Cartman," I mumble after taking a hearty bite from my sub sandwich.
"Maybe," Kenny starts, "He just wants to talk to you," Kenny says in a knowing tone.
The whole table goes silent before I start a bit taken aback, "Well, I have nothing to say to him. Just because we had one project to do together does not mean we can be—"
"Friends?" Tweek and Butters say in unison.
"Butt buddies?" Cartman pitches in with a snort.
"Super Best Friends~~?" Kenny draws out in a singsong voice.
I throw them all a menacing glare especially Kenny (because he should really know fucking better) who throws his hands up and I even throw in a kick to Cartman under the table to which he replies with a high pitch, "Ey!" Causing everyone at the table to laugh.
"No. That will never happen," I disagree before eating a couple pretzels.
"Never say never," Kenny tells me twisting a strand of my curly hair on top of my head.
"Whatever," I say dismissively before taking another bite out of my sandwich, "Hey, fat lard how are you getting into Heidi's party tonight?" I ask wanting to change the subject away from me.
Cartman pauses from his eating to look at me, "I'm going to sneak in with the help of Token of course."
"You do realize that Heidi hired like 20 people to keep you out," I say nonchalantly, but completely bullshitting Cartman.
"20? Goddamit! Well that means I'll have to resort to plan B?"
"What's plan B?"
"None of your concern," Cartman says before stuffing a spoonful of mash potatoes in his mouth.
Finishing my sandwich I avert my attention to Tweek who is currently biting his lower lip.
"Everything okay Tweek?" I ask admittedly concerned.
"Yeah Kyle, it's just that I'm not really hungry right now," Tweek looks across the cafeteria at where Craig's sitting. I see this and smile knowing what's wrong with Tweek. Tweek confessed to me a while back about having a huge crush on Craig, he was freaked out and it sort of freaked me out because I didn't know Tweek even ran that way. Funny. I'm still surprised that Craig hasn't figured it out because they spend almost everyday together despite arguing more than a married couple lately.
I want to feel bad for Tweek because it has to be killing him to not know if his feelings are reciprocated. Especially when it comes to Craig. I want to and I know deep, deep down I do because it's always that annoying nagging sensation that just feels for every poor soul. But it's not too effective for me to actually act on it. Besides even though Craig, has a stone cold exterior, and who everyone thinks to be completely nonchalant and harsh about things, I know for sure from being close friends with Craig for years that Craig is just a sweetheart with a crazy soft spot for animals and red racer.
"Hey, knock knock," Kenny asks me and I roll my eyes so hard they might pop out.
"Who's there?"
"The guy who finished second."
"The guy who finished second who?"
"Exactly," Kenny says with fake excitement causing everyone at the table to laugh at the entirety of the joke.
"Stan, can you stop fucking staring at Kyle?" Craig asks annoyed at me for constantly glancing at the redhead across the cafeteria and obviously ignoring anything anyone says to me.
"Yeah, sorry just…" I don't complete my thought and I really don't plan to. I avert my eyes away from a suspicious Craig.
"So, I heard that Wendy got her internship at Gerald Broflovski's lawyer firm," Token says as he pops a fry into his mouth. I don't reply, just stare at my tray of food blankly.
"Stan?!" Clyde says annoyed now as well.
I sit up straight and look up, "What?" I ask irritated. I can't concentrate for shit today.
"What the hell happened when you went over Kyle's house yesterday dude? You're freaking me out."
"Nothing," All three boys give me a 'bullshit' look, and I relent before things get ugly and continue, "Fine. We worked on our paper together with no problems then when I was sending a copy to my email he starts glaring at me and so I asked why he hated me so much and he told me to get out."
"And?" Token asks knowing there is more to the story.
"I didn't leave and told him he could tell me anything he wanted and he just told me to leave and so I did."
"Wait, what did you mean by he can tell you anything? Why did you say that?" Craig asks curiously as he dipped two fries in ketchup, but not eating them.
"Well, he said that he didn't know what to say to me."
"Then why are you starin' at him dude?" Clyde asks completely confused, eyebrows scrunched together as he plays with his mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, why don't you just talk to him?" Craig asks shrugging.
"I can't do that. Just because we had one paper to do together doesn't mean we like each other. Nothing changed, I still hate Kyle."
All three boys look at me and smirk which causes me to ask, "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
"You called him by his name, that's like a first in three years," Token says holding back a grin.
I click my teeth, "Shut up. Its not a big fucking deal, we're not ten anymore. And this project actually made me realize something."
"What's that," Craig asks throwing a fry at me and I dodge it completely and glare at a smirking Craig.
"That there are going to be a lot of projects and papers, and it's probably not going to be the last time I'm gonna have to speak to the guy. So what's the point of hating the guy."
"So, what...you're saying is that you don't hate Kyle anymore," Clyde asks raising an eyebrow.
"No," I snort, "I still hate the guy, but why let it affect me. If he doesn't care then I don't either."
"Right," Token says after my little 'realization,' "So, because he doesn't care, you're just going to pretend you don't either-"
"Who's pretending?" I take a bite out of my chicken sandwich.
"Okay...anyway dude," Clyde says after that awkward-tense moment passes, "I'm so not looking forward to those fifty laps around the football field today at practice."
"Well, if you didn't stuff your face in tacos and nachos after every game and practice you wouldn't feel so sluggish," Token comments.
"Like seriously Clyde, how are you still so fit? Six pack and everything, but eats like there is no tomorrow. I'm completely convinced you're a martian."
"Martian? Where did you get that from?" I ask giving Craig a weird look to which he just shrugs.
"I was watching a few clips of Marvin the Martian on youtube yesterday and that just sounded good, so yeah. A martian."
"Well atleast I eat, you're like part vampire dude," Clyde says causing Craig to furrow his nose in irritation.
"And how does that even correlate?"
Clyde gives out a long annoyed sigh, "Really? Vampires don't eat, they survive off of blood."
"Okay…" When Craig still doesn't get it Clyde throws his hands up, "Sorry, I'm not a die hard Twilight fan like you Clyde, don't get your panties in a bunch. Plus even though they don't need actual food like we do they still eat."
"And Clyde's the Twi-hard, right," Token says sarcastically.
"At least I'm don't fantasize about fucking Harry Potter's brains out," Craig laughs causing me and Clyde to give Token funny looks. And where is Jason when you need him? The guy is probably skipping lunch in the woodshop classroom.
Token raises an eyebrow in a 'are you serious' way, "Just because I enjoy the series doesn't mean I'm some sort of creep. Where did you even get that idea?"
"I dunno Token," Clyde starts, "I've seen your Harry Potter book collection."
"And I've walked in on you a couple times unhealthy stalking a J.K Rowling fan site and reading those...what are those things called fan flicks?," I pitch in just to irritate Token.
"Fan fics," Craig inputs.
"Yeah, those," I agree snapping my fingers.
Token rolls his eyes as Craig slings his arm over his shoulders, "Its okay Token, if there's something you'd like to get off your chest or out of your system we can hook you up with one of those die hard Harry Potter girls you seem to fancy as well," Craig says in a fake English accent to which Token shrugs Craig's arm off of him as the entire table erupts into laughter, except Token who just rolls his eyes as the bell rings signaling the end of lunch.
Clyde D.
"Finally," I yell in relief as Stan, I enter the locker room to get ready for practice. Another round of boring classes done with. Personally, I would rather socialize than learn about shit that I already know about. I mean it's not like I'm failing my classes or anything, I'm not overachiever, I'm just average, but I do know my shit. Well, as much as I need to know to pass my classes and keep my dad off my ass about school.
He's like a hawk always trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing and how I'm doing. God, I don't even want to think about the time we had the 'talk' last summer. Can you say Mor-ti-fy-ing. Its alright though, I know he's just doing it because he cares, but I'm sort of thinking of hooking him up with a few of my teachers.
"Same here," Stan says stretching before going over to his locker and taking out his duffle bag he put in earlier today.
I walk over to my locker and do the same as I greet fellow football players. I change quickly after hearing three bangs on the locker room door signaling us to get our fat asses outside. I change into the form-fitting practice wear we all have. With our specific last names and numbers on the back of our jerseys and spandex like matching blue, with white trim pants.
I put on my cleats and grab my black football helmet last before exiting out to the field. I sit my helmet down and with a sigh I look out at the players that have already started their fifty laps. I feel someone smack me hard on the ass and I turn around seeing Gary Harrison.
He gives me an encouraging smile before dashing off himself. I swear this guy acts like he wants a piece of my ass or somethin'. Gosh, I know I'm hot and all, but keep your fucking hands to yourself. I start my fifty laps after a threatening look from coach Mick. (That guy is not one to fucking play with trust me. My legs still ache when I bend down.)
I'm surprised Gary even wanted to come to Park County High seeing as he went to some prep-school out in Denver for all of middle school. He's nice and all, but ever since freshmen year he's been different. Maybe it's because we hadn't seen the guy in three years, but he's more cocky now. Like he knows he's the shit and that he's hot.
Which admittedly he is, but when you walk around thinking you can fuck any and everybody, it just makes you a big cock head. I've seen him lure girls and guys alike in with that sweet charm of his, but its something else to the guy. I hate being suspicious of people, and I wasn't in the beginning even with all the touching on my ass, but ever since I hung out with Christophe and Gregory at their place one day tenth grade year I've been really weary of the guy.
...
Just like any normal day I decide to go over to Christophe's house and do whatever. I find it cool how his mom let him buy a house of his own (A.K.A she made him promise to visit her during the summer and school breaks and agreed it was cool). He bought this house with the money he's saved over the years for his job as a mercenary right before turning eighteen and it has amazing charm to it. But I think the reason why Christophe even got a house was because of Gregory. Because really, what would a guy who doesn't cook, doesn't clean need a huge house for? Either way though the house is amazing! And I bet that it's mostly due to Gregory who tries to make the house as warm as he can by baking cookies or cooking awesome meals whenever he's not working on his college course work and especially when Christophe is out of town on business. Its a comfort thing I guess.
A grin lights up my face when I see Christophe's arms wrap around Gregory as he takes something out of the oven and effectively scaring the living daylights out of Gregory. His body visibly stiffens and he quickly sits the pan of cookies on the stove. I hide behind the kitchen opening, thankful that they hadn't spotted me yet.
"What the hell are you doing!" Gregory shouts at a smirking Christophe, "You scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry bout zat," Christophe replies with a shrug that didn't look the least apologetic.
"Ughhh!" Gregory yells in frustration, "Just don't do that," Gregory says more quietly a moment later after he calms down.
"Why not?" Christophe says moving closer to Gregory again, no doubt about to grab him in another bone crushing hug.
"Because, what if I would have dropped those cookies? Then I'll have to start all over again."
"zen I would 'elp make some more," Christophe moves closer behind Gregory.
"You can't even bake," Gregory says laughter evident in his voice.
"zat doesn't matter," Christophe finally wraps his arms around Gregory again, but this time Gregory isn't as tense before; he's actually relaxed, "Babe, remember who jour making 'ose cookies for."
"Christophe," Gregory says softly walking around the kitchen with Christophe still latched onto him.
"Yes," Christophe says, but it's muffled because he now has his head in the crook of Gregory's neck, giving him wet kisses there. Christophe then sniffs Gregory obnoxiously loud and smiles contently, "I want to make a cake outta jou."
I can't see Gregory's face now, but judging by the way Christophe smirks wickedly that he was blushing. Figuring I should make my appearance known I walk through the archway of the kitchen and clear my throat loudly catching their attention immediately. Gregory turns around and in the process quickly pushing Christophe away, face red all the way to the tips of his ears. Christophe's smirk widens as he faces me fully, "Clyde, how are jou my friend?"
"I'm cool," I reply before Gregory elbows me in the gut, "What was that for Greg?"
"You eavesdropping perv," Gregory says before handing Christophe and I M&M cookies.
"Babe, I love jour cookies!" Christophe exclaims to which Gregory just grins smugly before following Christophe and I out of the kitchen and into the big open spaced living room.
I sit on the large leather sectional sofa and instantly lounge back. Gregory sits next to Christophe on a mocha colored love seat and lets him throw an arm behind him.
"So what's up," Gregory asks looking at me with a slight smile as I lay on my stomach facing the huge TV on top of the white french fireplace mantel .
"Nothing," I mumble.
"Zat doesn't sound like nothing," Christophe says kicking me lightly with his all black calf length combat boots that matched his black cargo shorts, a snug grey shirt and open black hoodie.
"Yeah, tell us what is wrong?" A grey and white pair of converses tap me as well, matching Gregory's light blue jeans and yellow polo shirt.
"Alright, stop with the footsie with my face," I roll onto my back, "It's Annie."
Christophe gives out a groan of irritation at Annie's very name whereas Gregory crinkles his nose in distaste, "Jou still with her?!" Christophe asks incredulously.
"Yes, but I think I'm gonna end it soon."
"Jou think so," Christophe says sarcastically with an un-amused chuckle.
"What did she do," Gregory asks finally.
"I don't know she's just been acting really weird lately. She never wants me to touch her or hangout with me outside of school functions," I sigh and when there is a long moment of silence I look up at the couple who seemed to be having a mental conversation. I clear my throat, abruptly breaking them out of whatever conversation they seemed to be having.
"Is there something you guys want to tell me?"
Both their eyes lock on me as I sit up now. Christophe looks away first before reaching into his jacket pocket for a cigarette only for Gregory to snatch the whole box out of his hand and throw it behind the loveseat.
"Okay, I think there is something you should know about Annie and," Gregory looks at Christophe again before nodding, "And Christophe is going to tell you," Gregory rushes out.
Christophe rolls his eyes to which Gregory gives a sheepish shrug, "Okay, um Clyde," I perk up a bit in anticipation, "Annie ez cheating on jou."
"What?!" I ask, now the incredulous one, "No, she couldn't be," I disagree shaking my head.
Christophe looks at Gregory with a shrug and they do that whole mind chatting thing before Christophe starts, "Look, I'm sorry-"
"No! She can't," I yell balling up my fist by my side, "Maybe she just needs some space, maybe she's going through something and she's afraid to tell me, maybe something happened to her?"
"something 'appened to her alright," Christophe says fist curling and uncurling.
"What do you mean," I ask staring hopelessly at Christophe and Gregory.
Most likely deciding to take a different approach to things Gregory asks, "Do you know Gary Harrison?"
"Yeah," I nod shortly, "So?"
"So...has he been hanging out with Annie a lot lately," I begin to shake his head before Gregory continues, "You know talking to her at football practice or after school?"
Now that I think about it Gary has been talking to most of the cheerleaders a lot, not doubt he was flirting with them too and doing-
My eyes widen a bit, "Wait, what does this have to do with Annie though," Gregory sighs and Christophe who is becoming fed up with talking about Annie moves forward in his seat despite Gregory trying to get him to relax. It's futile because he already knows Christophe doesn't like anyone messing with his friends.
"Ze marks on her neck, where did zey come from?"
"I don't know she said her cat scratched her," I say, ignoring the fact that Christophe even knew that Annie had marks on her neck. He's graduated for chrissake! But I guess that doesn't stop him from keeping tabs on people, he is a mercenary after all.
Christophe closes his eyes for a moment and opens them a second later, " 'Ose marks are not cat scratches, 'ose are finger nail marks 'nd hickies!"
"Okay, but what does that have to do with Gary!" I yell standing.
"Who do you think 'ave her 'ose marks," Christophe deadpans.
Finally it strikes me and I want nothing more than to just forget. Forget we were even having this conversation. I plop back down and just stares at the shiny glass coffee table a few feet in front of me. I am such a fucking idiot. I can't help, but feel like any idiot after not putting the pieces together. Standing up quickly I rush out of Christophe and Gregory's house and faintly process Christophe's swearing in anger on my way out, "Salope stupide putain!"
A few hours later I return to Christophe's house after calming down. After knocking on the door Gregory answers and immediately lets me inside before hugging me. Christophe walks into the foyer and he gives me a crooked smile. And just like that I realize this wouldn't be so bad. I would get over being cheated on and Annie Nelson.
...
Yeah, Annie cheated on me and when I confronted her about it she admitted it, but wouldn't say who. My best bet is still Gary. Christophe admitted having seen Annie and Gary together weeks ago, but found it was better if I had found out on my own. Welp, shit happens, but even though I believe Christophe I eventually want to actually hear it from the horse's mouth what the fuck he did.