It may have been a little over zealous of Kyle to fight Cartman after he talked shit about him being a ginger and Jew for the millionth time, yet Cartman deserved it. All the bad shit that happens to Cartman is mostly 100% justified to Kyle and all the others that despise that obese like demon.

Now Kyle sat in an office chair, waiting to be called into P.C. Principals “holy” office. Kyle knew he would get a hard lecture from that unruly extremist very soon. His clothes, hands, and face were bloody and bandaged. He looked at his battle scars with somewhat shame and satisfaction.

Beside Kyle sat you. You were a newer kid but not too new. Everyone knew you enough though. You were there for trying to stop the fight which only made the situation worse. You also received a few bruises and cuts in the process of trying to prevent the fight.

Kyle was a little pissed at you for trying to stop him but understood why you did what you did. Yet he just couldn’t look at you or talk to you. He just sat there, his chin resting in his hands. He sighed every now and then.