Sea of Stars

Chapter 1 - Anger Management

Maybe in a different world.

Maybe we could be together.

We could be happy.

But we can't.

Not in this world.

Not in this place.

So since I can't love him, I guess I'll just have to hate him.

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I spit out my orange soda, causing it to spray across the table and all over Kenny.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" Came Kenny's muffled voice through his orange parka.

"So does that mean you admit it??" Cartman's jaw dropped as he stared into my eyes eagerly.

"I don't admit to shit, fatass!!" I screamed at my tormentor.

"But you don't deny it!" The brunette looked extremely pleased with himself as Kenny still sat across from me, soaked in the orange liquid.

"I'm. Not. Fucking. Gay. Alright?!"

"Then why do you act so weird when I call you a fag?"

I paused.

"Because its an extremely offensive word, thats all. Someone could overhear you and get super pissed."

To be honest, even I don't know the real reason. He calls me all sorts of names, but that word just kind of makes me snap.

Cartman sighed and lowered his gaze toward his food, defeated. "...Fine... Whatever..." He mumbled.

Out of context, I could almost feel sorry for him. He looked as if I had just ruined Christmas. But watching the light drain from his eyes at the fact he can't have a brand new reason to torture me gives me so much pleasure.

From right beside me, Stan sighed and rolled his eyes. "You know, for the past twelve years all you two have been doing is fighting about the stupidest things. Can't you get along, at least for one da-"

"No." Cartman inturrupted, his eyes still focusing only on the food he had began to shovel into his mouth. "I don't cooperate with dirty ginger jew fags."

I slammed my hand on the table as I leaped out of my seat, causing everyone else in the cafeteria to turn their attention towards our table. "Well I don't want to cooperate with a lying, cheating, racist, sexist, fucking fat piece of shit!!"

Cartman stood up slowly, his expression unreadable. "Say that again."

I narrowed my eyes. "You are a lying, cheating, racist, sexist, fucking fa-" Before I could react, I saw a fist flash before my eyes; the next second I was lying on the ground. I couldn't feel my nose.

The cafeteria erupted in cheers as people began crowding around us. Another fist came flying towards me, but now I had time to block it.

My offendor froze, surprised I had blocked the blow. In that moment, I thrusted my own fist upwards, hitting him straight in the jaw.

My anger took over me as I stood up and swung my leg towards his stomach. I repeated this a few times before I felt someone grab my shoulder and pull me backwards.

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"This behavior is extremely unacceptable and shall NOT be tolerated in my school."

"Yes sir, we understa-"

"He started it, this is all his fault."

I narrowed my eyes, anger flaring up inside me once again. "How the fuck is this my fault?!"

The principle cleared his throat. "Language, Mr. Brofloski."

"Yeah, language, Mr. Brofloski." Cartman smirked.

I stood up in my seat with so much force it almost fell backwards.

"Eric, don't provoke him. Kyle, please take a seat." The fifty year old man gestured to my chair.

I shot Cartman a glare and hesitantly lowered my body onto the seat.

"Now, I don't care who started it, I just care that it happened in the first place. Both of you are suspended for two weeks, and your parents are both on their wa-"

"What?! Are you serious?!!" I screamed. "I didn't even do anything!!"

"Kyle, please calm down."

"Yeah Kyle, please ca-"

"YOU. I'M GONNA KILL YOU."

"Kyle." The color in my face drained as I turned around. My mother was standing in the doorway, a cold expression on her face.

"Ah, Mrs. Brofloski, please take a seat." He gestured to the chair next to mine, relieved another fight hadn't broken out.

Her high heels clicked against the floor as she strode across the room. I sunk deeper into my seat, hoping it would somehow make me less visable.

"Now why was I called down here?" Her ice cold voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"Well, ma'am, your son and Mr. Cartman here got into quite a... disagreement during their lunch period."

My mother turned her head towards me and examined the wounds on my face. I could see the rage building up in her eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak only two icy words; "I see."

"Both boys are being suspended for two weeks." The room filled with silence. Even Cartman kept his lips tightly shut.

My mom turned her head back around, her eyes digging in to the princple's. "I see." Came those same two words. Then she smiled. "Thank you for your time, sir."

She stood up, and began walking towards the door. Shaking, I stood up to follow her, assuming that was what she had intended.

"Oh, Mrs. Brofloski, one more thing,"
The woman turned around, no longer smiling. My principle did a double take, not expecting the sudden hostility. "Well, um, I think you should take a look at this pamphlet. Perhaps give it some thought."

The old man held out the group of papers. Hesitantly, Mom walked over and grabbed them out of his hand, then walked out the door without saying a word.

Before she took the pamphlet, I saw two large bold letters on the front cover.

"Anger Management".