Are u Insane? (Kyle Story)

Chpt. 4

I take off my jacket and tie it around my waist. I don't want anybody else coming up to me and telling me about about the blood stain. They may tell the police.

Come to think of it, how come I haven't been arrested yet? I haven't even heard police sirens all night. Did my mom even call the cops after I walked out? Probably not. They wouldn't want to have to explain the reason I've gone all sociopathy.

While thinking that I kinda want to wave my fingers out in front of me like i was doing magic. Sociopathy. But that would have seemed so hugely gay. That's one of the last things I need right now.

<^---MAGIC TIME SKIP TO END OF DAY CUZ, WELL... I FEELZ LIKE IT!---^>

The bell rang signalling time to go home. Where should I go though? Like hell I'm going home, but I don't have anywhere else.

I decide to go to Stark's Pond and clear my head.

I sit down on a bench and get out my home work. I'm about half way done when I hear foot steps approach me from behind.

I turn around and see Cartman looking toward the sky and kicking the snow. "So, uh, Kahl. Are you still kinda good at math?" He looks me in the eye and I raise and eyebrow.

"I need help, but with my ego I can't ask anyone for it." He says, I keep my eyebrow raised. "You don't talk so if you refuse to help me, you wont tell anyone I asked for help. So will you help me?" He gives me a pleading look.

I roll my eyes and wave for him to sit next to me. He does and he puts his homework on a folder, on his lap. 'What part don't you get?' I write on his paper. "All of it. None of it makes any sense to me." he replies erasing what I wrote.

See? This is why he should have paid attention in class. Not that I can talk, but at least I only fail due to the fact I never turn in homework on time. I always lose it, or just don't do it in favor of other things.

I slowly do the entire first problem, carefully pointing to every step as I do it. And hitting him in the nose with my pencil every time he gets distracted. There are only four problems to do.

"How do you do this without a calculator!?" Cartman asks in a shocked voice. He points to a step 8x/8=64/8. This becomes x=8. 'Dude, 8x8=64 so 64/8=8' I write this on his paper.

"Know it all, jew fag." Cartman mumbles under his breathe. 'Do you want my help or not?' I angrily scribble on his paper. "Whatever. I apologize for what I said." Cartman says. It was clear he didn't mean it, but I didn't feel like pushing it.

'Go ahead and try the next problem on your own. I'll correct any mistakes after you are done.' I write. For the first time in a while it kinda feels like old times again, and I was almost happy. I kinda wish Stan and Kenny were here. "Cartman?!" Kenny says in a muffled manner.

Well think of the devil. I turn around to see Stan, Kenny, and Helean. "I though you never wanted to hang around Kyle?" Stan says. He is looking at Cartman with a really weird hurt in his eyes.

"It's not what you think Stan." Cartman says.

"Really? I thought we made a promise!" Stan says. Kenny looks at me and I raise an eyebrow.

"I think you should explain this promise to Kyle. You sound like an old married couple who cought there spouce cheating." Kenny says, him and Helean laughing a bit.

"AW EWWW!" Cartman and Stan said together. "I'd never date this fucking fat ass!" Stan says staring daggers at Cartman.

"Look Kyle," Stan says going into a very serious mood, "We all promised we'd leave you alone. Not talk to you, not bother you, not do anything with you until you talked again. We all still want to be your friends, it's just we thought you didn't want to be near any of us."

Author's Note:

Ooooooh! Eric broke a promise! Well, like that is anything new. DON'T OWN SP. Sry for not updating this story in awhile, I've been working really hard on my other story.

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