Locked In (Heart)

nineteen

STAN'S POV

"game time," wendy and damien both said in unison as they stood underneath the giant scoreboard.

conversations everyone had came to a stop as they all gathered around them, eager to see what was going to happen next.

the sense of guilt and annoyance i had towards kyle only increased as he came into my view once again. i can't believe he's this upset at me.

he'll get over it though, what other friends does he have here besides us? i think to myself, he's going to practically come crawling back to me!

kenny, cartman, and i all stood in the back of the crowd when damien started to speak, "as i've said before, there are basically 3 different rounds of games. the first round is a group effort, second round is partner, and the final around will be individual. so whoever comes out on top will get the grand prize."

i could feel cartman start to open his mouth to question, but i guess damien could sense it too because he immediately shut it down, "no questions right now."

"tsk," cartman spat while crossing his arms.

damien continued, "so i guess it's time to first break you all into your respective teams before we explain what the game is gonna be." he seemed to look at wendy for confirmation as she seemed a little out of it (probably from our fight.....) but quickly nodded her head when she came back to reality.

i started to feel a little anxious. that's a lie, a lot of anxiety is creeping up on me at the moment.

on one hand, my girlfriend is super pissed at me and believes i don't pay attention to her because of my best friend. and on the other hand, my best friend is pissed off at me because of my relationship with my girlfriend!

"ugh," i said pulling down my hat to cover my face in frustration.

i felt a hand on my shoulder, when i lifted my hat it was revealed to be freaking pip, "whatever you're going through, you're gonna make it out."

i know he's just being nice, but his high-pitched british accent pisses me off more than it should, "thanks," i say with a tight-lipped smile.

he just nods and turns his attention back to damien.

"i don't wanna sound like a teacher but please keep your complaints about your groups between you and yourself," damien deadpans before clearing his throat, "in group one we have: craig, kevin, kyle, millie, heidi, and clyde."

i scan quickly to find kyle who was standing by himself and had a look of surprise on his face.

damn, i feel bad because he's not particularly close with any of them i think to myself.

that is, until i saw kevin jump all excitedly on kyle looking over the moon they're grouped together.....kyle looks happy too.

"what?" i say out loud, very confused.

"what...what?" kenny hears me.

i scoff, "since when are kevin and kyle close?"

kenny looks at them and then back at me, "they're in orchestra so i'm sure that's probably how."

i scoff again and shake my head, "whatever."

"damn i was so sure they were gonna put me and heidi in the same group," cartman pouts, i can't believe he still likes her after all these years.

"and why the hell would they do that," kenny questions raising his eyebrow to which cartman just shrugs sullenly.

it's times like that where i forget cartman can in fact be human and have some human emotions towards certain people.