to the stars | style

10

Finals day. I despise finals. I swear they will be the absolute death of me.

I'm currently trying to do my math test and kept clicking my mechanical pencil then pushing it back in while I think about the question I'm on.

Kyle, who's sitting next to me, is all ready almost done with his and I've only done about 5 out of 20 questions. How is this man so good at math?

He even tutored me for a while in the beginning of the year but he gave up in helping me bcause I was sk bad at it. "Have you even been paying attention in class?" Is what he asked me when he realized he can't help me. Of course I responded with the simple answer of 'no'. Which is true by the way.

I never pay attention in class. Any class to be exact. Not just math. Im pretty sure I'm failing half of them.

By the end of class I only answered 11 questions and I'm 100% convinced I got at least 7 of them wrong. I take a deep sight and suddenly Kyle is standing in front of my desk, waiting for me to finish putting my stuff in my bag.

"You still up to hang out tonight?" Kyle asks with that addicting smile.

"Of course, I can never blow off high Jew elf Kyle!" I say and slightly bow to him as we start walking to the door to leave the classroom.

"I know you wouldn't, sir Stan marshwalker, my all mighty knight." He played along.

We start to laugh at the reference to the stick of truth. One of the games we would play in elementary school.

While we're at our lockers getting our stuff for the classes we have, there's suddenly a stampede of kids running down the hall to the back entrance of the school.

Me and Kyle look at each other with confused looks then bolt it down the hallway. When we get there we have to push past the crowd. The first thing we see is bebe and cartmans hat on the ground beside her. Under her, it cartman getting the shit beat out of him.

"Don't you ever say that about her even again!" She says in between punches.

"Yeah! Woo! That's my fucking girlfriend, bitch!" Wendy yells as others join in of cheering Bebe on.

Kyle shrugs and joins in, "Fuck him up, Bebe!" He shouts and pumps his fists in the air. I soon join in as well, as this is probably the last fight of this semester so it's always the worst. I don't know why, but as the fights go on every semester, the fights get worst then it resets when it ends.

For example, the last fight of last semester, it was Tweek and Kevin Stoley. To be fair, Kevin totally started it. He was talking shit about Tweek to Clyde and Jimmy for some reason and since both of them are really close with Tweek, especially Jimmy, they ran to tell him right after Kevin walked away.

Tweek walked away with bloody knuckles and Kevin was rewarded with a broken nose, a chunk of his hair missing, and a fractured rib.

Tweek was suspended for two weeks after that, almost expelled.

That, I think, was the worst fight I saw this entire year.

It amazing how strong that boy is.

Sooner or later, this fight was going to get broken up. It happened to be sooner. PC principal ran out and broke up the fight. He transferred here during freshman year, don't really know why actually.

-

"Stan! Wait up!" I hear Clyde yell from behind. I turn and he stops in front of me to catch his breath. I raise my eyebrow as I watch his bent over with his hands on his knees. I open my mouth to talk but be shush's me and says, "just- hold on. Let me catch my breath. Jesus Christ, you're a fucking fast walker."

He finally stand up and sighs deeply. "Okay, here," He reaches into his pocket and grabs a piece of paper. "It's a invitation to Tolkien's party, his parents are gone for the weekend, and his said there's gonna be booze and drugs and shit."

I look at the small folder paper and snatch it out of his hand. "Alright, I'll be there, I guess," I turn and see Clyde silently cheer in the corner of my eye.

He's such a crybaby, but actually pretty funny.

-

Kyle follows me into my house. We decided to hang out here instead of his because Shelia is hosting a work party for all of her employees, Ike is here as well.

"Stan? Is that you?" My mom yells from the kitchen.

"Yup." I respond as dryly as possible. I can almost hear her roll her eyes at me.

"Diner is almost ready, I'm making steak." She says, walking out drying her hands with a kitchen towel. She was widely smiling and it got even wider when she saw Kyle standing next to me looking about the living room, oblivious to my mother watching him.

"Kyle, is that you?"

"Huh," He shoots his head in the direction of the voice and I can't help but feel my heart melt and a small smile form on my face. "Hello, Mrs. Marsh."

"You can just call me Sharron, you've known me forever," She walks over and hugs his tightly and I can see how uncomfortable he looks. He's not always the affectionate type, especially with people he hasn't seen in 5 years.

She pulls away and looks up at him. Kyles about 5'11, almost 6'0, so he's practically towering over her. I'm only 5'6, I get my height from my mom, so he's tall enough for me to have to look up at him.

"You have grown so much, I can't believe you two are still friends after all these years," She say to us with shock lingering in her voice.

Her and Kyle talk some more then she finally go back into the kitchen. I practically drag the ginger up the stairs and to my room with Ike following behind.

Once we get in my room, Ike dashes for my Xbox and immediately turns in on and sits on the floor in front of the TV.

I lay down and Kyle follow my motion. I take a deep sigh and look his beautiful forest eyes. I could stare at them all day and not get bored. They are so freaking pretty, what the hell. I don't know what I expect, he's just pretty in general. Along with his personality, oh my god, his personality. Don't even get me started on that. I could talk about him all day. How could anyone not love this boy.

"Hey," He nudges my arm and his face is plastered with a look of concern. "You good?"

I hold back the biggest smile and just nod, "yeah, don't really wanna talk about it."

"I understand, just know I'm always here for you."

"I know."

"I love you, dude, you're my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to you.

"I love you too."

We continue looking at each other. I accidentally look at his mouth and feel my face beat up by a lot.

"Can you fags shut the fuck up already?" Ike interrupts. We laugh then look away.

I feel something graze my hand and I jump slightly but calm when I realize it's just Kyle.

He intertwines his fingers with mine and I'm happiest I've ever been.

The actual plot starts next chapter, be prepared for angst ❤️