Just a Feeling

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STAN'S POV

I was walking down the halls of my school.

Kids my age were stopping by lockers , talking to their friends before class, all that crap.

I finally found my locker and opened it to put my lunch box away, then I shut my locker closed and I was about to rush to class but my eyes locked with the most beautiful thing.

Wendy Testaburger.

I've had a crush on her for as long as I could remember.

Her long jet black hair covered her shoulders and her magenta beret was on top of her head.

I've always loved that hat she had, it was cute.

I don't exactly know how long I was staring at creepily until....

"HEY STAN," I recognized that voice anywhere -- It was Eric Cartman, following him were Kenny McCormick and my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Kyle Broflovski.

Yeah, sure Kenny was my best friend too, Cartman...not so much, but Kyle is definitely my best friend out of all of them.

"What, fatass," I say as I hold my book tightly. 

"Okay, please tell me we don't have a math test. Because this jew," he says pointing to Kyle, "Says we do."

"WE DO! I WOULDN'T JUST TELL YOU THAT JUST BECAUSE!" He yells.

"UH, YEAH YOU WOULD BECAUSE YOU'RE A SNEAKY LITTLE JEW, KAHL!" He fires back.

I wasn't even listening to them at that point because I noticed Wendy was alone, this is my chance to actually talk to her. Hell, I don't even know if she knows I exist.

"Yeah, yeah we do," I say.

"HA!" Kyle says to Cartman and he rolls his eyes.

"WHATEVER KAHL! KINNY!" He says.

"What? I didn't even say anything," Kenny muffles.

"Yeah but you were thinking it!" He says, but I walk away towards Wendy.

"Where the hell is he going?" I heard Cartman say but I ignore him.

Finally, I was about three feet behind Wendy.

I didn't want to back out now.

So I tap her on the shoulder once.

Then she turns around, it felt as if it was in slow motion.

Like her long jet black hair just slowly turned around so I could see her beautiful face.

I gulp.

"H-Hi," I say quietly.

"Hi, Stan! What's up?" She says, her voice was so calming.

She knew my name. She knew my fucking name!

I felt a queezy feeling in my stomach as if...

Uh oh I felt it coming up.

I run to the nearest restroom and just throw up in the toilet.

I didn't care who heard, I'm just so mad at myself for making a complete fool of myself in front of Wendy.

"Stan? You okay, buddy?" Butters voice fills my ears.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little sick s'all," I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

"Oh yeah. I saw you talking with Wendy and then you just turned completely pale and ran," He says as he holds his shirt up to pee.

I can't believe he still does that.

"Yeah, it's just -- WAIT WHAT? YOU SAW THAT?!" I say embarrassed.

"Well, yeah and so did Craig, Clyde, Token, Tweek, Jimmy, Jason...everyone!" He says still peeing. 

I almost felt as if I was gonna throw up again.

Craig is my worst enemy. We've always hated each other. 

He'll probably never shut up after he saw that.

The bell rang which means I'm suppose to be in class right now, shit!

"Aw, man. I'm gonna get grounded because this is the fourth time I've been tardy and they're gonna call my parents!" He says as he flushes the urinal.

I walk out of the restroom and stand outside of the fourth grade classroom.

I could see Mr. Garrison ready to pass out the test and then I could see Wendy talking to...TOKEN?