Operation: KYLE

The following day rolled on by pretty quickly, fortunately. Every once in a while, I look forward to the fourth period of class psychology on Tuesdays, and Thursdays, whereas it is actually a subject that makes me focus, and, surprisingly, intrigues me. I find how people think, and learn differently interesting, and it gives a scientific foundation for understanding, which is sometimes also very useful in social situations.

If Cartman, or any of the guys knew about this interest of mine, they would absolutely rip on me, no doubt, and I obviously didn't want that. So, being an insecure fourteen year-old growing teenager, I told no one about it.

When I impulsively let it slip a few times, this side of me 'taking over', I received some weird looks from a few people, and my family– especially Ike. His face would crumble up until he had wrinkles on his forehead, his brows arched, and his lips crooked. Then, I learned to keep it all in the inside, and digested it in.

On any other normal day, I would have been thrilled about going to this class, but to me, today wasn't a good day to be excited, at all, after wasting all my energy during school like that. But anyway, I'm just glad school's over with, and that tomorrow is Friday. Thank God for that, 'cause I'm not sure if I can take any of Cartman's rants during each week, anymore. So, I guess you could say that tomorrow being Friday is the highlight of my day right now.

Unfortunately, this day just couldn't get any worse. It's 3:19 PM right now, and I found myself standing in front of the school's main entrance doors, facing a heavy wall of water drops in my way, and was greeted by a faint earthy smell that permeated the gray humid air through the small door cracks. What the... I speechlessly stared blankly at the overcasting sky filled with dark, gloomy clouds. Rain... I could barely cover up the look on my face due to the disadvantage of my situation.

I lowered my backpack on to the floor, then rummaged inside of it for a good minute, before coming to a stop, pausing my movements with a halt. I retrieved my hand from my bag, and just stood there for a while, completely dumbstruck. I press my lips against each other, thoughtlessly churning my face in the process. Of course I don't have an umbrella. Why did I think I did? I don't even look at the weather broadcast.

Mom announces the weather temperature to us from the kitchen everyday before we head to school, but today, she left us a yellow note on the counter, saying she had to leave first thing in the morning, something about family emergencies, therefore, she forgot to tell us about the rain alert, and we didn't even bother checking the weather at all. I cast my gaze down at the soaked ground that melted the damp snow outside through the windows imprinted on the door, wet droplets descending down from the sky while I grimaced to a great degree.

... Maybe Tweek has an extra umbrella. I mean, knowing him, he would definitely scan over the forecast, just in case, and he seems like the type to at least bring two umbrellas, if he ever loses one. I shoved my hand inside my jacket pocket to grab my phone, and whipped it out as I was about to unlock it. When I opened my phone, I took instant notice of my notification bar that appeared on my screen. I arch an eyebrow, and swiped down. My eyes focused on that message from Coonstagram. It was a message from Tweek.

Curious, I tapped on the icon, and caught a glimpse of Tweek's text. It went something along the lines of, 'Hey, Kyle, sorry about this, but could you maybe wait for me by the main entrance after school ends? I have to help my teacher with something, I'm really sorry', minus the chaotic typos he made, sent at 3:08, minutes prior the bell. I glanced outside, the whirl of rain pattered against the window, and the gust of wind showered the trees with water.

I breathe out a deep sigh while watching the raindrops' falling movements with my eyes. I lifted up my bag from the floor, threw my backpack straps over my shoulders, and waited by the door frame. My eyes traveled around, following a few students talking as they withdrew an umbrella one after another with my gaze.