I Need You

Stressed

Butters' Pov:
I walked the opposite side of from where Kenny was walking. I was worried of who was in my class and if it would be confusing. And...most importantly, if I would get bullied again.. I looked back at Kenny, he was walking farther and farther away from me.

While I looked for my class, I saw Kyle who was struggling to open his locker. "ARGHHH. STUPID FUCKING LOCKER. EIWKSJSISJIS" Kyle screamed. I jumped when I heard him scream. He was trying his code, tugging on the locker to open, and kicking the locker. "I feel really back for that locker.." I said in my head.

No one helped him out, but I was nice enough to walk up to him and help him. I sighed as I walked over to him. I pushed him to the side and grabbed his code, and tried it. And it opened. "What the fuck?! I tried it and it didnt fucking work! Fuck this locker!!!" He screamed once again while kicking it for the last time.

"Not even a thank you, Kyle? Wow, I thought you were nice." I laughed. "Shut up. I hate this school already stop teasing me!!" He jumped like a cute angry chihuahua. It was really funny. "Anyways, what class do you have? 135?" I asked. "Hmm? Oh, yeah I have that class too. Hmph.. I wish you were Stan.." Kyle sighed.

"Uh.. why? You like him or something?" I laughed. "W-What?! I-I don't like him.. I SWEAR!" He yelled while looking at the ground. He only blushes when he's lying and he was blushing right now. "I know you like him, Kyle. It's obvious and I think he likes you too. Maybe you should try and ask him out..?" I said. "I don't think he likes me, though. You might think he does, but do you know if he likes me? I don't deserve someone like him.." Kyle frowned. "..Don't say that Kyle. You never know? Now, let's walk to class." I smiled. "Hmm?? Oh, okay.." Kyle said while trying to smile.

I followed Kyle, he looked like he knew where the class was. "Oh, it's right here." He pointed. "Let's go in." We went in at the same time and everyone was staring at us. Kyle glared at them and they went back to what they were doing. There were to empty seats right besides each other, so we sat there. "You two are late. Why is that, huh?" Ms. Pieceofsheet asked while glancing back and forth at us.

"I was.. helping him out because he couldn't open his locker and then we were trying to find room 135. Sorry, for being late." I said. She glared at me and I was just staring back at her, sweating with my eyes wide open. "Hmm... okay whatever. Class! Let's get back on track with the lesson!" She smiled and walked away from us.

That was really stressful and made me sweat like hell..