Sea of Stars

Chapter 7 - Dirty Dancing

South Park High is a relatively small school, especially in proportion to the amount of students. When classes end, the hallway becomes flooded almost to the point where you can barely move two steps without feeling like you're suffocating.

And through the cluster of teens, you can barely see the back of someone's head in front of you.

Seems like hell, right?

I look down at my arm, reaching out, clasping Eric Cartman's pinky finger with my own as he guides me through the crowd.

I smile.

Ironically, the amount of people in the tight space brings us an advantage, and our acts of affection can go unnoticed.

And we find peace in a storm.

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"So, Kyle, we haven't talked in a while," Bebe Steves leans over my desk flirtily, hands clasped behind her back.

I look up from my work and give a small smile. "Guess not." I look back down and write some more on my paper, hoping she'll get the message.

"You know, theres a school dance coming up soon, just a few days actually..." The blonde bites her lip.

"Oh yeah, I've heard." I try not to look up from my essay. From the corner of my eye, I can see Cartman sitting across the classroom, staring at us.

"Wanna go with me?"

My pencil lead snapped. I finally look up from my paper, meeting her eyes with mine.

"Bebe, I told you we were done,"

"Yeah... but I feel like we had a real connection, you know? We just went through a rough patch," She gave me a smile.

"Sorry Bebe, but no." I look back down at my paper and press down on the end of my mechanical pencil, pumping lead out from the other end. "...I'm with someone else anyway."

As hard as I try not to, I find myself glancing over at Cartman. His round cheeks fill with color as he tries his best to glare at me. I smile back, then look back at my paper, pretending the whole encounter had never happened.

"Seriously? How did you find someone better than me?" I could hear her getting angry. "You know what, forget it."

I hear her footsteps walk away back to her own desk to continue a conversation with one of her friends.

I can't believe I ever dated her, even if it was only for a brief time.

I glanced back over at Cartman. He had this huge stupid smug smile on his face, which switched to a glare when he got caught staring at me.

I smiled back and he glared harder, then we both turned back to continue our essays.

God, I love him.

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Why are neck ties so fucking difficult to tie?

I tie and untie the knot, each try become messier than the last due to my growing frustration. The nervousness building up inside me probably plays a part in my sloppiness as well.

The fatass is supposed to be here in ten minutes to pick me up, although knowing him he will be up to thirty minutes late.

I throw the tie across the room. I guess I'll be going for a more casual look tonight.

My phone buzzes on my bed, and I walk over to unlock it and check the message.

im here