"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 11 | Talking To A Guy About Guys For Moral Support, I Guess

Stan's POV

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"Hello, boys, glad you could make it back with another week of detention," Mr Garrison yelled above everyone's shouting voices. I sighed, looking over at Wendy (who looked super pissed), Bebe's arm around her waist. A spark of jealously passed through my mind, only to be distracted by our "wonderful" teacher to go back to our seats, making us get back into what we were learning just a few minutes ago before announcements.

I kept glancing around the room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Cartman, who would probably kill us later. Not literally, just with a lot of words he didn't know. Basically, we'll die of laughter from him using "photosynthesis" in a sentence wrong. I remember the last time he did that. It was so funny.

"Stanley, stop laughing about a dick joke or something and focus on the worksheet I passed out," Mr. Garrison muttered from his desk, reading the newspaper half-heartedly. Looking down at the paper, I groaned. It was science. Way to change the subjects in such a short amount of time, bitch. I sighed, trying to understand what every little thing on the paper was. The words seemed to circle around the page, my understanding of them slowly dropping down.

"Psst, Stan! You're smart, right?" A whisper behind me said, poking me in the back with the eraser of a pencil. I turned around, looking at Kenny, who was desperately looking around the room for answers. He's a smart guy, but not during science. I knew that for a fact, since he always complained about how useless this was and how he kept failing his tests whenever he got them back.

"Y-Yeah, I guess," I muttered, a light blush appearing on my face. He asked me a few questions and I answered him as best as I could, wanting my crush to think I was smart, even though I had to fucking idea what was going on.

Yes, I'll admit it if it wasn't obvious enough, I may have a small thing for Kenny. Sure, I did like Wendy and all, but I moved on from that! Never was jealous of her and Bebe, and I never will be! Realization hit me as I remembered what happened just a few moments ago, when an actual spark of jealously went through me at the sight of the two together. Well, anything can change, as I like to say!

"Thanks, Stan! You're the best!" Kenny said after I gave him the answers I already knew, my face turning an even darker shade of the red that was already on my face.

"Dude, you okay? Your face looks like a fucking tomato," Kyle said, breaking my train of thought. He was standing in front of my desk, completed paper in hand as usual. Always the first one done, or the first guy at least. I looked up at him, trying to form words in my head. i couldn't just come out and say that I liked Kenny right then and there, right?!

"I'm fine Kyle, just... umm... that this worksheet is a little hard and I'm trying to finish it..." I stuttered, my voice getting quieter towards the end of the sentence. He sighed and went to hand in his paper as I slammed my head onto the desk, my bring a confused mess.

I should talk to someone about this.

~~~ Timeskip brought to you by this mess of a story;;; ~~~

"And so that's why I need your help!" I exclaimed to Craig, who was (hopefully) following along to what I had to say. He nodded and sighed, pulling out a notebook from his bag he carried around to hold his stuff in. Taking one of my pencils I brought along, he opened the notebook up to a new page and started writing different things down.

"Okay, so, from what I can infer from your long-ass story, Bebe and Wendy are dating and you're slightly jealous while crushing on Kenny. But... you also seem to still have an interest in Wendy," He started, pointing to the diagram he drew (see below).

"And? What do you have to say about it?" I asked, observing the (kinda well made) diagram.

"You're confused. You don't know what you want. But all I have to say about this is ask Kenny to the dance. You'll have a better chance of being accepted by him than Wendy, considering her current relationship status and your past relations," He told me, ripping the page to give to me. I don't know why I would need it, but I took it anyways.

"One last question," I said before leaving to go back to the table with Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman (who finally woke up). 

"Shoot."

"That day in gym class, when you and Tweek got into huge trouble... were you two... y'know...."

"No we were not!"

"Okay good, cause that'll be a little weird.

"We were making out though, but that's all you need to know."

"CRAIG!" Tweek exclaimed, both of the instantly turning a dark shade of red. He had just gotten his lunch and was now sitting at the table, and apparently we both didn't know he was there, until now of course.

"Sorry Tweek! But I didn't want him to think we got in trouble because we were doing things like... that intense," Craig said, trying to calm Tweek down. I decided to get out of that situation in case it got worse and went back to my table.

When I got there, they all greeted me, asking what I was doing talking to Craig at his table.

"Nothin' much, just about guy stuff," I replied, not say anything else about what we were talking about, since I don't think anyone really wants to know, "But Kenny, can you meet me after school today?" Kenny looked over at me quickly and nodded yes, getting back to his conversation with Kyle.

The rest of lunch was spend as we would usually spend it: talking. But once the bell rang, everyone poured out minding their own business on the way back to their classrooms, I felt a small tap on my shoulder.

"Good luck out there, Stan," Craig said to me as I faced him, said person holding hands with Tweek. The both smiled, and my confidence immediately went up.

I wondered one thing: What's going to happen once I do ask him?

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