Meant To Be (STAN X KYLE)

Kyle's Missing Hat

KYLES POV:
PING! PING!

I stretched out my arm, grasping for my phone. It was Stan, blinking away sleepy eyes, I slowly opened the message he had sent me:

SBF: where are you dude? Me and Kenny r waiting 4 you at school! are u sick?
ME: what? what time is it...?
SBF: check for urself, but hurry up!
Shit! 8:50, I have 10 minutes to get to school. I slept in for 30 minutes? Why didn't anyone wake me up for gods sake..I slipped on my pumpkin-orange coat. My hat was missing from where I'd placed it last night. Cartman probably had something to do with it, I assumed. I hate my hair, its so embarrassing I hope I don't get laughed at..

I shuffled towards where Stan and Kenny were stood, Stan quickly gave my a glance before asking, "Kyle, wheres your hat? Its freezing!"
"It went missing, I don't know where it is, but I assume Cartman had done something, talking about Cartman, where is that fatass?" I replied, I stared blankly at the two but they just frowned and shrugged. Must of been absent today, he'll pay for this once this day is over. I stepped onto the bus, along with the others and travelled to our usual seats. Stan was sat beside me, without anything else to do, I pulled my journal out of my coat pocket.
KYLES JOURNAL <3
Something about Stan, I don't know what it is, but whenever im near him I rather feel.. Comforted? Warm and fuzzy inside.. I haven't experienced something like this before, maybe I should call the doctor, what if Im allergic to Stan?! No, but seriously.. I always lay awake thinking about him, he never seems to stay out of my head, it's probably just because I care about him or something! We have arrived at school, I better get going now. C u journal!
KYLE.B
Closing the journal, I realised I had almost missed the stop to,school, but Stan thankfully alarmed me.
"Kyle! Come on, we have to go in school now.."
"Ngh, coming.. I rubbed my eyes before proceeding to arise from my seat, shuffling towards the exit of the bus.
"Whats up with you today?" Stan asked
"Nothing, I literally just got 4 hours of sleep because of the homework." I replied, exchanging him a small smirk,
"It's fine, Ill help you." he grinned.
"You don't care about your grades Stan, I do.." I muttered,
I could tell people were talking about me, I saw and the weird looks and the whispers, I hate that fatass so much, I just feel humiliated in general, atleast I had Stan and Kenny with me, it kind of made me feel better.. Although, all I could think of what other people thought of me, I always feel a need to have a pleasant appearance.

I just hate my hair so much, it just dosent look good. Its unique, in a bad way. Im always being stereotyped by Cartman and it really gets to me, but he just thinks its a joke and we are having a laugh, but it irritates me. He just dosent see it. As Stan and Kenny are besides their lockers preparing for class, I make a swift turn towards the bathroom, I can't let anyone see me like this, I'll have to skip, or fake sick because I can't go a day looking like this.