Sea of Stars

Chapter 6 - Second Time

"Stop being such a Jew."

"I will if you stop being a fatass, which is never gonna happen."

As usual, Stan rolls his eyes and Kenny ignores us.

"I hate you so much." Cartman sighs as he stares off in the opposite direction from where I'm sitting.

"I hate you more." I add.

In the space on the bench in between us, I feel his hand discretely slide across to my own.

Our fingers lace together as we stare away in opposite directions. I can't help but smile, heat rushing my cheeks and staining them light pink.

We've been like this for about a week now. Nothing is official yet, but small moments like these occur pretty often.

I've stopped seeing Bebe as well, which she was actually upset about at first, but to tell the truth, I don't care all that much.

Besides, I'm into someone else.

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I don't pay much attention as I make my way down the crowded hallway, Stan by my side and rambling about his love life.

I was too busy thinking about my own to pay attention.

"So yeah, I think I'm gonna ask Wendy," He shouted over the voices of the ither students flooding the corridor.

"Cool," I replied half-heartedly.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" I stopped in front of my locker and began fiddling with the combination.

The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. "Are you planning on asking anyone to the dance?"

I froze. "...What dance?"

"Dude, I was talking about it like the whole day," He sounded agitated.

"Sorry... It's just loud in here, you know?" I shrugged.

"Whatever... Anyway, theres gonna be a school dance this Saturday, you planning on going?"

...A school dance? This Saturday?

To be honest, I'm not really into things like those. I'm not the most romantic person in the world.

However, my mind still flooded with images of Cartman placing his hands on my waist as we slow dance to some cheesy couples' slow dance.

I try my best to control the warmth rising in my face.

"I dunno... I might..." The lock finally clicked as my locker swung open.

"You should, I don't wanna be there by myself."

"I thought you were going with Wendy?" I grabbed a few books and stuffed them into my backpack.

"Well, yeah, but she always goes off to dance with her friends..."

'What's the point of even going with her then?' I thought to myself as I began walking to my next class, Stan following close behind.

I sigh. "Maybe I'll go then..."

My best friend grinned. "Are you gonna ask anyone?"

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face once again. "Maybe."

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The dance is only a few days away, and I still haven't worked up the nerve to ask Cartman.

I know its stupid, but every time I try to get the words out, something seems to block them and my face gets all red.

Then Cartman laughs at me and calls ne a fag before I try to punch him, only to have his own fist block it and enclose mine.