"Well, look who finally showed up!" Kyle could hear Stan call out to him as he managed to slip into the classroom a split second before the bell had rung, "How's the first hangover of your life treating you?"
Kyle's head, as if it was aware of the question Stan had asked, throbbed in response. Kyle groaned. He had barely noticed it as he was getting up this morning, as his fear of not only being late for school, but also his fear of being yelled at by his overprotective mother had outweighed everything else. It was only now that it decided to return with unrelenting force.
"Just swell," Kyle responded as he promptly sat down in the seat next to his friend. "I bet Cartman had something to do with this."
"I think anyone could have guessed that," Stan chuckled.
"You know, he's been doing this for years, and yet, I can't seem to just ignore him and be on my merry way, you know?"
"Don't worry about it so much, Kyle," Stan reassured his Jewish companion. "What's been done has been done. It could've been much worse, you know?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Kyle sighed.
As the boys continued on with their small talk, Bebe had returned to her desk with her notebook in hand. Kyle couldn't help but notice her take a small glance at him before finally sitting down. For a split second, her eyes were locked with his own. There was something about them that almost seemed desirable. She then turned her head, and his mind wandered elsewhere, drowning out the rest of the world around him.
He began thinking about the past they shared together. It was by association through Stan that their fates seemed to blend together into the incomprehensible mess that it is today, or, at least he believed it was a mess. How could somebody be so desirable, and yet, so intimidating and frustrating at the same time? His stomach would churn every time the memory of his first kiss with her would cross his mind. To him, it was a repulsive thought, and yet, he could never seem to forget about it. That fateful day in that Stan's clubhouse would forever haunt him until the day he died.
He could recall her impish grin as a young Wendy had dared him to kiss her. Mustering all the courage he had, as well as ignoring his absolute disgust, he reluctantly kissed her. The way her soft lips met his own, and the smell of her perfume were all too vivid in his mind. He could completely understand his horror and fear as he left the treehouse in order to flee from any further contact or association with this young girl.
And yet, here he was, years later, sitting behind her, thinking about her to the point of obsession.
He shook his head, almost as if to shake the rattle the thought of her out his brain.
Kyle had barely noticed the bell ring, signaling that it was time for the students to head to their second period classes. With that, he took his leave, and walked out and into the overly crowded, and noisy hallway. Before he had the chance to slip into the sea of students, he felt a feminine hand tap at his shoulder.
He turned to meet a woman with long, wispy black hair, and a pink beret sitting snug atop her head. Pressed against her purple jacket were numerous notebooks and textbooks. It was clear that she was rather studious, as well as an over-achiever, as Kyle has always known her. It was also the same woman who dared him years ago to kiss the root of nearly every romantic problem he had ever had. Though, of course, he could never really blame her for his own emotional instability. Instead, he just focused all of his confusion and frustration on Bebe Stevens.
"Oh, hey, Wendy." Kyle responded, slowing his pace so she could walk with him, "What's up with you?"
"Nothing really," Wendy smiled, "And yourself?"
"Same old, same old. I'm pretty sure you heard about what happened last night when I went out with the guys."
Wendy sighed, "Yep, I heard you and Stan talking about it in class today. You and Cartman really do have an unhealthy relationship."
"Well, that's not the first time I've heard that today," Kyle replied, half smiling, "Bebe told me the same thing."
"I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at her today."
Kyle turned to Wendy, furrowing his brow. How could she have possibly caught the split-second glance he and Bebe shared? Was he really staring at her? He then began to question his feelings towards her again.
"Kyle?" Wendy called out, taking note of his silence.
"Sorry, I'm just thinking."
"About Bebe?" Wendy grinned mischievously.
"No!" Kyle said rather sternly, hiding his true thoughts as the two neared the second period class. The last thing he needed was this girl assuming he had feelings for her best friend. Besides, what if news of this traveled around the school? His relation to Cartman had already caused him enough grief as it was, and if he had to go through any more nonsense, he was certain that he was going to go insane.
"Well, how do you feel towards her?" Wendy asked.
"To be honest, she scares me."
Before Wendy could respond, the two were already at their next class; English. Kyle, being the polite man he was held the door open for one of his few female companions. She acknowledged this with a nod.
"Scare you?" Wendy said, lowering her voice as the two headed into the classroom, "What you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. She terrifies me!"
Wendy laughed, "Oh, Kyle. Don't you like girls?"
"Well, I'm talking to you, aren't I?"