You Make Me Sick [ Staig ]

-3-You Make Me Sick-3-

He felt dumb getting excited over a phone number, but how else would he react?
Stan pumped a fist in the air in silent celebration, who knew his dumb and blunt words actually do him some good for once.

The teen quickly punched the number into his contacts, before realizing that he was quite late for his class. Shit.
Stan ran to the exit he once walked out of, pushing through the heavy doors and quickly moving through the halls as to not be caught by wandering teachers that somehow had eagle instincts when it came to students doing shit they weren't supposed to.
He quietly snuck into his class, the teacher turned to the board and the students looked half-dead, so fortunately, nobody noticed him slip in.
Except Kyle, of course. The red-head looked concentrated on taking notes before he noticed his friend sneak in and sit in the empty seat beside him.

"Dude, where the fuck were you?" Kyle hissed in a low whisper, leaning towards Stan to make himself heard by his buddy as he furrowed his brows, resting his pencil on the desk after finishing a long paragraph of notes.

Stan just shrugged, almost forgetting to get rid of the stupid grin on his face.

"And why do you look so happy?" Kyle's tone sounded more confused now, but highly interested as he tilted his head at him.

"Don't worry about it." He whispered in return, taking the pencil from his jacket pocket as he tried to convince the curious Kyle sitting beside him.

"Marsh, Broflovski! Pay attention!" He heard the teacher bark at them, making the boys jump and turn towards the front of the room in their seats.
Kyle's cheeks burned in embarrassment after getting yelled at, but he noticed that other students had also been spooked by the abrupt shrill voice of the teacher. They looked lively and alert for a second as the professor scanned over the students with a sharp glare, but they quickly returned to their "Zombie" state after he had turned his back to them. The ridiculous sight made Stan stifle a laugh, but he then acted as if he were paying attention after earning a light elbow in the ribs from Kyle.

After Hours

"Alright Dude, you wanna tell me what you were doing for the fifteen minutes you were gone during class?" Kyle furrowed his brows, giving Stan a stern and persistant look as the two walked down the sidewalk towards their houses. They almost always walked home together since they lived in the same neighbourhood, It made the long walk more bearable for the two anyways.

"You're being nosy Dude, like your mom." Stan laughs at his own comment, giving Kyle a shitty grin since he clearly knew that Kyle hated being compared to his fretting mother.

"Stop changing the subject, asshole!" Kyle elbowed him, his face turning a bit red in frustration and embarrassment, making Stan grunt in slight pain before laughing once again.

"I'm not telling you, Not just yet." Stan grinned, enjoying Kyle's 'suffering' of curiosity.

"Ugh, Fine! But i'm making you tell me eventually, Dude." Kyle grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest in defeat.

They heard a muffled voice behind them and quick 'pap's of feet, causing the two to turn around in sync. Kenny McCormick ran up to the pair, before slowing down once he had gotten closer and pulling his brown scarf down to expose his mouth as he grinned.

"Oh, hey Kenny." Kyle greeted him, the three boys crowded the sidewalk as they all walked together. Stan waved, earning the same action from Kenny as he used his other hand to pull the hood of his parka down, exposing his blonde hair and rough facial features that rarely anybody gets to witness.