I'm keeping my distance; just leaning against the brick wall of the school watching the vultures or rally of girls, circle the flagpole in an attempt to make a point. Wendy really is beautiful when she's angry but the fact that she's making a scene is almost embarrassing. I mean the protest is against men and last time I checked I had a little "something something" between my legs. Finally the bell to the school chimes and I push my self back up straight gripping the strap to my book bag nervously as I made my way over to my girlfriend. "Hey Wends "
"Stan!" She chirped, lowering her megaphone. "Are you here to join the cause?"
"Well Not exactly." I nervously scrunch the trim of my striped blue jacket; I was hoping today she wouldn't blame me for the all of the world's pandemic as she usually did. "It's time for first period." Wendy scrunched up her face and narrowed her eyes. What did I do now? "Stan!" She whined; I could barely hear her over all the yelling her cult was doing. "This is more important than any typical school day! How can you not get that?" And with that sentiment she raised her fist in the air and continued to shout for her gender's preference. I groaned, fully expressing my annoyance by lifting my hands in mock surrender before making my way back into the school. There I found my usual click all standing around the water fountain waiting for me, their fearless leader. The group consisted of Clyde, Token, and Cartman. They weren't the people I used to hang out with during elementary school or even middle school for that matter. (Excluding Cartman of course). But high school is a mysterious thing, all these guys were on the football team like I was; Wendy only really approved of this group seeing as it was good for our reputation. We were "King and Queen" of the school as she once put it. I never really cared about being popular, but I wanted to keep Wendy happy.
As I followed my group into our first block I felt Clyde sling his arm around me.
"So Marsh. You ready for the big game?" "Yeah." I said quickly, forcing my hands into my pockets. I was the star quarterback, the jock or whatever. I always had a passion for the game every since I was 8 years old. There's nothing like thrashing another guy in the face to make you feel good about yourself. I followed my group to the right corner of the room and sat on top of the table. This class was Creative Writing, so as long as we turned in our little short story at the end of the day, we could do as we please. Which is why I pulled out my notebook and begin writing so that I can hurry and get my work done. "Look at the lil' school boy doin' his classwork." Cartman teased as he sucked his thumb to further his joke. I looked up from my notebook and smiled.
"You have to make straight A's if you want to stay on the team, Fatass Which reminds me. How do you keep your spot? You don't ever do anything in your classes."
"It's called a bribe, Stan." Cartman sneered with his hands on his hips. "Get with the times." "That's low Cartman." Token spoke up. "I'm richer than you and I don't even do that." "That's because you're not as smart as me." Cartman said in a matter-of-fact tone. Token rolled his eyes as he jumped up on the table next to me trying to see what I have already written. As I tried to hide my work from him, I noticed a wave of red curls walk by. I slowly lifted my head to see Kyle Brofloski take a seat next to two blondes, one in an orange parker and another in a Hello Kitty shirt. Seeing Kyle always makes me stop what I'm doing I don't know why, but I do. Kyle used to be my Super Best Friend, but as I said, High school is mysterious. We kind of just flew with our own group of friends. Kyle was seemingly the king of misfits while I ruled the popular crowd. Wendy didn't like the fact that Kyle wouldn't conform to us so she just insisted that I make Clyde my right hand man. I did resist at first but Kyle himself seemed to drift away from me so in the end Here I am. I stared at him until his giant green eyes locked onto mine and I quickly withdrew my gaze. Token kicked my blue converses to grab attention. I noticed him making an expression like "What the fuck?" Obviously he noticed my staring and figured something was up. I shrugged and he smiled.
"Hey Brofloski!" He called in a malicious tone; I could tell this wasn't going to be good. "I just had a thought."
"Was it a long journey?" Kyle asked sarcastically, not looking away from Kenny and Butters. Token bit his lip angrily for a moment. This was our routine, someone would try to get on Kyle's bad side but the little Jew was too quick witted for most people and always had a comeback. I never got involved; just because we weren't friends didn't mean I hated the guy. We have history. "Listen here you "
"I'm busy, can I ignore you some other time?" Kyle asked as he wrote something down on Butter's notebook. Token jumped to his feet and marched over to the curly haired boy, who turned around with an annoyed expression.
"You've got a lot of nerve." Token said as he got toe to toe with the unmoved Kyle. They just stared at each other for what seemed like minutes. The teacher was reading a magazine and felt it was good for children to confront each other on their problems so she hardly ever got drawn in. "So do you, Token." Kenny growled, standing up next to Kyle for support. Butters shakily stood up as well, bumping his fist together nervously. That's when Clyde and Cartman jumped to their feet, ready to assist our belligerent friend. However, I just set my notebook down and fell back against the table for a quick nap and a moment's peace. I could hear a few obscenities and threats being roared out but I threw my arm over my eyes and pretended that I was anywhere but here. I really don't know how this came about. All this fighting or whatever, it was kind of stupid. I just can't wait to be out of this school.
After what seemed like an eternity of sly remarks (mostly from Cartman and Token) and billion of awkward stares (mostly between Kyle and I.) first period was finally over. That meant it was time to huddle around the water fountain again until the second period bell rang. This time Wendy and Bebe were waiting for us with an entirely different outfit than they had on this morning.
"How'd the rally go?" Clyde asked Bebe, planting a small chaste kiss on her lips. "Terrible!" Bebe squeaked. "They hosed us down! We all had to go back home and change "
I looked over to Wendy who was staring intently at the floor with her arms crossed. I know that means she's pissed off at something most likely me. She just huffed and blew the bangs out of her face. She was so cute, but terrifying all the same. "Guys lets cut next block, we can go down to Stark's Pond!" Token beamed, dangling the keys to his hummer in front of us. He, Wendy, and Cartman were the only one's with cars, the rest of us rode bikes or, like me, rode skateboards. "That sounds like a great idea!" Wendy chirped clapping her hands together. "I've been working hard the past few months, I deserve a break."
Everyone began marching to Cartman's lead to the back entrance of the school. There were never any teachers patrolling over there and it was the perfect place to sneak out.
"Come on Stan" Wendy hissed, noticing the hesitation in my steps. "You guys go ahead I'm not really up to it today."
Wendy gave me a confused look as she placed her tiny hands on her even tinier waist. I couldn't explain to her that I actually wanted to go to class; I normally would be up for skipping, but today I was just tired of it. Wendy didn't say anything to me. She just stared at me with her big chocolate brown eyes before turning away to catch up to Bebe. I sighed and scuffed the ground with my converses before noticing that everyone in the hall had dispersed to their second period. Second block flew by quickly, so did third and fourth. It was the end of the day and the release bell was about to sound off. I was counting down the seconds mentally. As the clock hit 3:00 I was up and out the door along with the rest of my class. They were just as eager to go home as I was. I needed to get my skateboard out of my locker, which meant going the opposite direction from the exit. At first I contemplated just walking home but the thought of taking an extra 10 minutes to get to the house was unbearable. Reaching the silver colored container of things precious and dear I started opening the lock when I heard a scream and something bump my foot.
"Gah! Craig, I spilt it all over my self! Ngh!" I looked up to see Tweek fidgeting beneath a coffee stained T-shirt. A black haired boy tried to hold the little blonde down. "You wouldn't have spilt it if you would just hold still." Craig sighed, trying to ring Tweek's shirt dry. I noticed Tweek's thermos had rolled against my leg, still spilling out drips of coffee. I slowly eased down and picked it up from the ground. I held it tightly, considering giving it back to him. After all Craig and Tweek were more apart of Kyle's group instead of mine. But my sweet heartedness got the better of me and I approached the pair with the thermos held close to my chest. Craig had flipped me off as I made my arrival but I don't think he meant anything by it and Tweek Well Tweek just stared up at me with blue eyes shaking like a seizure. "Here's your um...thing." I said handing it back to him and looking off into the distance. Tweak wouldn't take it back though. I could feel him staring me down as if I was going to hit him. However, judging by Craig's glare I doubt anyone would've dared tried to hurt little Tweek.
"What's going on?" A voice called from down the hall.
I looked up to see Kyle standing there with a book in his arms. His green zip-up hoodie was sliding off his shoulder He looked so small, so fragile. "I was giving this back to Tweek." I said defensively, shoving the container back into his arms. Kyle looked to his friends for confirmation and upon seeing a nod from Craig he happily sighed. "Oh, It just looked bad from my point of view." Kyle approached me and stared with a soft smile across his pink lips. I couldn't help but turn away; I was so used to avoiding his gaze. "So uh " He began. "Thanks."
"You mean for giving it back?" I questioned. "It really wasn't a big "
"No. For not being a jerk or whatever." Kyle gave a halfhearted wave before walking out the entrance with Tweak and Craig following him. I can't explain it but I was almost relieved that Kyle didn't think I was a jerk. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Well, until I received a text from Wendy that is. "Let's go for a drive tonight. We have certain issues to discus.
-Wendy"