Drifted - Stan and Kyle

[Chapter 6]

Shit shit shit... He's right there.  I hadn't looked at my phone since I told him to fuck off. I was half expecting my phone to have no notifications, but to my unfortunate surprise, I had 4 new messages from Stan.

S: Fuck you Kyle, you're a piece of shit.

S: I can't believe you'd take all my fucking alcohol what the hell is your problem.

S: Ignoring me too? You're a fucking asshole. 

S: You better hope you don't see me at school tomorrow you fucking thief. 

I rolled my eyes. All his messages were empty withdrawal threats, I wasn't scared of what he would theoretically do to me. I'd always been the "fighter" in our group- standing up for what was right... or what I thought was right. 

"Stan?" Kenny asked, looking over my shoulder. I sighed and turned off my phone.

"Yeah, can you tell him his stuff will be in his locker? I don't wanna deal with his shit right now." I rubbed my eyes, still trying to recover from last night.

"Sure, want me to go alone so he doesn't jump you?" Kenny smirked, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and getting ready to go into the school building. 

"Yeah sure, thanks, Ken." I chuckled. Kenny got out of the car before me, then Stan left his. He caught up to Kenny and I could see them talking, no, laughing through my rear-view mirror. The fuck?  I felt a twinge of anger course through me as I went to leave the car. Whatever. I walked into school, my first period being Honors Physics.

Our school has a block schedule, we have A days and B days with 5 periods each day. On A days I only have 2 classes with Stan, but on B days I have 4. Today was a B day, and Honors Physics was one of the four classes I had with Stan.

When I walked into the classroom, the tables were set up in groups of four, accommodating group work. I thankfully saw a table of three people who I didn't expect to be in Honors.

Clyde, Tweek, and Red waved me over to sit in the empty seat. I put my stuff down. 

"Hey, ginger!" Clyde said, with a little too much excitement in his voice. 

"Hey Clyde, didn't expect to see you in this class." I teased. Tweek and Red laughed.

"That's what I said when I walked in," Red chuckled. She was stunning. Her flaming red hair was cut at the shoulders, and she had a nose piercing and what looked to be a tongue piercing.  

Stan walked in right as the bell rang with his headphones on, shooting me a quick glare as he sat down in an empty seat next to a couple of people I didn't recognize. 

The class started and ended quite boringly. Our physics teacher was another weird guy. Dr. Oliver must have been a fresh Ph.D. student, he couldn't have been more than 28, but he constantly licked his lips whenever he called on a female student. Weird. 

I began packing up my stuff, though I felt someone looking at me. Stan was exiting the classroom at the same time I was. 

"Can I help you?" I asked, scowling. He didn't say anything, he just narrowed his eyes and quickly walked out of the room. I scoffed. I swung my backpack onto my shoulder and walked towards the art wing. 

I was excited for Pottery class, though that meant I had to deal with Cartman's bullshit. We began by studying some sculpting techniques and history. Cartman complained about it because he didn't think we had to learn, but I was pretty captivated. We began our year by planning out a sculpture of something we loved, but it had to be abstract somehow.

I left that class to head to AP Government, brainstorming ideas for my sculpture when I was suddenly pushed against a locker. My backpack fell to the ground. I opened my eyes and it was Stan.

This is going to fucking suck.

"Who the HELL do you think you are, Broflovski?" He yelled, spit slightly spraying from his mouth. I shoved him off of me, but he continued yelling, "I always knew you were a fucking conniving loser." A crowd had appeared around us, no way in hell was I going to take that.

"Oh fuck off Stan." I pushed past him. I didn't want to fight him, and I didn't want to get in trouble, but I wasn't going to walk away silently. He grabbed my backpack and slammed me onto the ground. I banged my head on the cold school floors. Stan got on top of me and punched my jaw so hard I bit my tongue and it started bleeding. 

I pushed Stan off of me and got up, wiping the blood from my mouth.

"You really wanna do this, Stan?" I asked, taunting him. I slammed his head into the lockers, then shoved him onto the floor, reversing the roles.

"You're a hypocritical, drunk, son of a bitch, Marsh. You're just like your drunk pathetic excuse for a fucking father." I spat, and for a second, I regretted everything. The crowd ooohed. Stan got up and lunged at me. I grabbed his collar and pushed him up against the wall, punching his face and jaw area, blood dripping from my mouth. 

As much as I hate to say it, Stan got a couple of good punches in. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT" was soon echoing in the hallways. As I was mindlessly punching Stan, I felt hands pulling me back away from him. Stan crumpled to the ground, he was really fucked up. My knuckles were bleeding and beginning to bruise. 

"Don't ever try that shit again Marsh," I said weakly, swaying back and forth. I realized the people pulling me away from Stan were Kenny and Craig. The crowd "awed" in disappointment.

"C'mon," Craig mumbled, "Let's get you cleaned up." As I walked away with Kenny and Craig, I couldn't help but look back at Stan. 

Butters was helping him up, but Stan pushed him away. I could see slight tears in Stan's eyes and I couldn't help but feel awful. He met my gaze and looked at me. The look in his eyes was... apologetic? I slightly tilted my head in response, but he just shook his and walked in the opposite direction.

I sighed as Kenny and Craig washed the blood off my hands and face in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, ashamed of myself.

Sure, I'd fought people in New Jersey, but never for fun, and never to damage. I'd always stuck up for what was right, but what was going on between Stan and me wasn't right. 

Kenny softly caressed my cheek, Craig sat atop the sink countertops, looking at me with a bit of pity in his gaze.

"So..." He broke the silence, "you two?" Craig asked. Kenny and I just laughed. 

"No.. no we're just friends," I said, looking at Kenny. He met my eyes.

"Yeah," He smiled softly, "good buds even." Kenny threw away the paper towels they used to clean me up. 

"Huh," Craig noted in response. "Stan busted your lip pretty badly, Kyle," he stated. I looked closely in the mirror. He was right. My curly hair had become frizzier, my lip was busted open, I had bitten my tongue so badly that blood had filled my mouth, there was a cut on my face from a ring Stan must've been wearing, and a bruise was forming on my jaw.

"I still think Kyle won," A familiar voice said from the bathroom entrance. Ugh. Cartman.

"What do you want, you tub of lard," Craig asked, still examining my battle scars, as Kenny would've said.

"Just to congratulate Kahl on his epic win against Stanny Boy." Cartman had entered the bathroom fully now. "I mean, beating up your ex-best friend after calling his dad a drunk loser in front of his face is really impressive," Cartman smirked. Craig and I rolled our eyes in sync.

"Dude you saw Stan, he totally hit first, unprovoked too," Kenny remarked, "Plus, it's a douche move to sneak up on someone if you're gonna fight 'em, just proves you're weaker."  Kenny ruffled up my hair, which I assumed was reassuring and validating my actions. 

"Thanks, Ken." I blushed. I was terribly late for AP Gov, but no use going now. The next period of the day was lunch.

Craig, Cartman, Kenny, and I headed to lunch early. We were walking into the almost empty cafeteria until I heard my name on the loudspeakers 

"Kyle Broflovski to the principal's office, Kyle Broflovski to the principal's office please."

Shit.