Do You Even Care? / STYLE SOUTHPARK

☆Chapter 24 ☆

...Kyle's POV...

After Stan headed off to class I found Kenny in the commons. Naturally, he's with Butters.

"So how is it? Having everyone know?" Butters asks me.

I think for a second, glancing around. I see people whispering and some glances in my direction. It's irritating but not a huge deal to me.

"It's been fine," I sigh, "people love to gossip though."

Kenny nods, "figures."

"You think you'll tell Stan soon, that you're dating?" I ask. Its been hard to not tell him seeing as I tell him everything.

Kenny looks to Butters who nods somewhat surely. "Yeah, soon," Butters says with half smile.

I look around again. This time I notice a circle forming and I see phones recording. On instinct, I pull my phone from my pocket and walk towards the circle.

I manage to shove myself in far enough to have a good view over two girl's shoulders. In the middle of the circle Stan is holding Cartman by his shirts collar. Stan looks pissed, Cartman a little scared.

"Say. It. Again." Stan hisses at Cartman.

Cartman's facial expression hardens. "Fag—"

Stan decks Cartman with a right hook. Cartman grabs his face in shock and pain. Stan follows it up with a punch. square to the nose. Blood flows out of Cartman's nose but time he manages to land a punch on Stan.

Stan stumbles back a bit, getting his grounding. For a moment neither moves. Then suddenly Stan lunges forward taking him and Cartman to the floor which is quiet impressive with how fat Cartman is. Stan crawls on top of him, his back to me. I can see him punching him repetitively even from my poor angle.

Soon a teacher stumbles over. "Break it up! Break it up!" he shouts. He grabs Stan by the shoulders, pulling him off Cartman. Stan stands up willingly, looking hardly scratched. He walks away with the teacher. On the other hand Cartman is still laying on the ground, staring at the ceiling. He looks like hell. I smile.

...Stan's POV...

I glance back at Cartman as the teacher escorts me away and towards the office. "Stay here," the teacher directs me, pointing to some chairs outside the office.

I sit in one of the chairs while he goes into Mrs.Victoria's office. She got a job here after getting fired from the elementary school. I look at the clock on the wall, the passing period bell is about to ring. Sure enough, it rings overhead.

I look down the hall and see kids starting to move towards their classes. As I watch I begin to feel my adrenaline melt off me — my knuckles hurt and I can suddenly feel where his fist hit my eye. Fuck, dude.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and start to play Blockblast. Blockblast seems to be how everyone kills time these days. So for a while I play Blockblast then the bell for class to start rings. I get on tiktok and scroll mindlessly for a bit. I even read a shit ton of unfunny comments.

Oh my god how long am I going to sit out here? Its been at least 15 minutes. What could her and that teacher guy possibly be doing? Deceiding how long I'm suspended for? Consulting the school handbook? Making an award for me for delmolishing the biggest ass-hat of the school?

Mrs.Victoria finally makes an appearance just as I'm considering getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Stan, come in," she says in a firm voice.

I stand up, stifling a sigh of relief that I don't have to sit in those hard ass chairs any longer. I follow her into her office where I see the counselor standing off to the side. She sits behind her desk and I take my seat across from her.