So this is my first work of fiction, I'm really sorry if it sucks. It might be a little rushed, I donno. I started writing this as if they were in grade 12, to explain the only taking three courses thing because that's how my grade 12 worked. But then I didn't want to deal the the whole prom, going off to college thing so I switched it to grade 11. There will be a few more chapters to come. I have the second one mostly written already and I'll try to get them up as fast as I can.

PS: I don't own South Park or the characters… but if I did I would be soooooooooo happy.

Ch 1

It was the beginning of grade 11 for the boys in South Park, the four wishing that their summer could have been just a little bit longer. They had just gotten their schedules for their first semester classes and were looking them over.

"Sweet dude!" exclaimed Kenny. "I forgot we only had to take three courses each semester this time around!"

"Yah," said Cartman. "Except for if you're a know-it-all Jewrat who 'needs' to take the extra course."

"Shut up Cartman!!" yelled Kyle. "It's not my fault that I want to get into a good school with good credits."

"Hmmmmm… too bad that's your mother talking, faggot."

"I AM NOT A GAYWAD CARTMAN!!"

"Come on guys," said Stan, rolling his eyes in a 'here we go again' fashion. "Kyle, just let it go, you're better than that. Now, let's focus on what's really important; are any of us in classes together?"

Cartman and Kenny ended up being in English and history together, Stan and Cartman were in geography together and Stan and Kenny were in art together. Kyle only had one class with someone, with Stan and that was advanced English.

"Looks like you're mostly on your own dude," said Stan.

"It's… okay," said Kyle, trying not to sound too disappointed. "I'm pretty damn sure Butters is in my bio class and maybe my chemistry. I guess I'm alone in advanced math though."

"It'll be fine man," said Kenny. "We'll see each other at lunch and after school and shit."

"Yah… sounds good."

It was little over two weeks into school and Kyle was already stressed out of his mind. He was totally irritable, any little thing tended to set him off. Cartman was convinced that Kyle had sand in his vagina.

"Arggggg!!" growled Kyle as he and Stan got their English assignments back.

"What did you get dude?" asked Stan, quite pleased with himself. "I got an 86! My mom'll be thrilled!"

"Yah? Well my mom's gunna kick my ass," mumbled Kyle, putting his head down on his desk.

Stan picked up Kyle's paper, expecting to see a failing mark by the way he was reacting.

"A 93?! Dude, what the fuck!?"

"Language Stanley!" they heard their teacher, Mrs. Bowman, yell.

"S-sorry… dude, what's the big deal? This is a sweet mark!"

Kyle shook his head.

"My mom doesn't want to see under a 95. I have to keep my grades up, argg!!"

Stan rolled his eyes.

"You need to chill out man. Come over to my house after school, we can play Guitar Hero or something, order a pizza."

Kyle shook his head again.

"I can't… too much homework. Sorry Stan."

"Come on, you're my best-friend. Just for like an hour or something, it'll be fun."

"N-no… I'm sorry."

Just then the bell rang and Kyle practically ran out the door without another word to Stan.

'Man that kid needs to chill out.'

Stan quickly gathered his things and then walked around the halls trying to find Kenny and Cartman. As he walked he started thinking about Kyle. He was worried about him, not to mention that for the past year or so he had developed a crush on his best-friend so it wasn't unusual for him to think of Kyle on a regular basis anyway. Not that he was willing to say 

anything to anyone or to confess his feelings to Kyle. The last thing Stan needed was to be called a 'gaywad' or a 'faggot' by everyone in the school… and Carman, his worst fear. Besides, he was the star quarterback for their school's football team. Who ever heard of a gay quarterback?? He refused to let Big Gay Al's advice and teachings he gave him all those years ago to help him with his dog, Sparky, apply to his own life.

"Hey!" called Kenny as he spotted Stan walking.

Stan turned around to see Kenny run up to him, Cartman puffing, trying to catch up.

"Where's… the... Jew?" Puffed Cartman, trying to catch his breath.

"If you're referring to Kyle," said Stan sounding sort of irritated. "He already went home. I guess he had a shitload of homework or something…"

"Whatever, he sucks anyway. We're going to Craig's house to play Rock Band with him, Clyde, Butters and Token, you in?"

Stan sighed, not able to get the image of Kyle out of his head.

"Sure…sounds kick ass…"