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Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
Warnings: Yaoi, adult situations.
The boys are 16-18 years old in this fic, as usual.
Anything, Chapter 3
I can't believe he caught me. I curled further into a ball and threw the covers over my head. I just want to block out the world. There's nothing that's worse than this. My life is fucking over, done, destroyed forever. Some might say that this is a bit melodramatic, but I don't fucking care.
No one was ever supposed to know that I'm gay. I was supposed to get over it. It was never supposed to be a problem. No one was ever supposed to know that I'm fucking attracted to my fucking enemy. Of course, he's the one who would catch me. I just, I thought I had more time, I never imagined this would happen. Now what am I going to do? I can't cower here under the blankets forever.
I took a deep breath and sat up. I need to gather my thoughts; come up with some sort of contingency plan just in case Cartman has decided to try ruining my reputation, spreading rumors about me. Rumors that would be true, but rumors nonetheless. Fuck.
Seriously though, what am I going to do? Denial. Denial. Denial. I think that's going to be the best plan. Pretend I don't know what's going on. It's Cartman's word versus mine. He's made enough fun of me throughout the years that no one should question my word over his. They'll assume he's making shit up. Yes! This might actually work out better for me. No one will be the wiser. No one is going to know my dirty little secret. Who'd believe it anyway?
No one's going to think he's telling the truth. Why would I ever be interested in an anti-Semitic, racist, evil, narcissistic, fatass, bastard, asshole like him anyway? Oh yeah, because he's not most of those things anymore. He's still full of himself and he's still an asshole, but he's not evil. He makes all sorts of nasty jokes and remarks about Jews, but he does that with everyone, every race and orientation, and he isn't ever serious anymore. And the fucking kicker, fatass, he isn't even fat anymore. So he has a nickname that doesn't even fit his built, muscular body. I would be attracted to the opposite of me, someone sculpted and gorgeous. I'm just skinny, feminine. I barely pass as a boy with the curly hair and curvy body. Well, that might be a little exaggerated, but I still don't like how I look.
I sighed. These next few days are going to be really fucking rough. I decided to call Stan.
He answered the phone after just a few rings. "Hey, dude!" I smiled. It's nice to hear my super best friend's voice.
"Hey!" I started. "What's up?"
"Not a whole lot," he replied. "What's with you? You sound kinda down." Damn. I must be really out of it. I was trying to hide that from him.
"Um, well, it's nothing," I said. "I just got into it with Cartman and I'm not really feeling too well. He left about an hour ago. It's fine."
"Yeah right," Stan retorted. "That fucking psycho is always screwing with people. He's such an asshole."
I rolled my eyes. "Hey! He's not that bad anymore. He's nowhere near as awful as he was when we were all kids." I really don't want to get into an argument about him right now. He's supposed to take my mind off of this shit!
"Dude?" He questioned. "Did you not hear about what happened to the Miller twins a few weeks ago?"
I sighed into the phone. "No, Stan, I never heard about that. Please enlighten me."
"Don't be a dick about it!" He exclaimed. "They were just minding their own business, eating lunch in the cafeteria, and when Cartman walks by he just decides to stop so he can throw his food at them and beat them both over the head with his tray. He did this for no reason."
"Seriously, dude?" I asked. "They probably said something to piss him off. He never does shit like that unless he's provoked and everyone at school knows better than to set him off. He hasn't ever flipped on anyone for no reason anyway. There's always some excuse, not that any of them are good ones."
"Whatever, man," Stan muttered. "All I know is that he gave one of our tackles on the football team a fucking concussion and now he can't play for two weeks. Anyway, you just said that he picked a fight with you earlier and you still sound worked up about it. You shouldn't defend him so easily."
"Oh come on!" I yelled. "He's my friend and I'll defend him if I think he deserves it. Fucking hell! You don't have to get all worked up about it."
"Worked up?" He argued. "I'm just trying to look out for you. I'm not sure why you're even friends with him still."
"We get along, alright?" I said, exasperatedly. "We have things in common and he's not as much of an ass as he used to be. That's it. He isn't out to get me or anyone. I think you're paranoid."
"Whatever, dude," he sighed. I can tell he's pinching the bridge of his nose. He sounds so agitated; serves him right.
"Anyway," I stopped him from continuing with some nasty remark. "Do you want to hang out? I was thinking we could play some games or catch a movie." I hear him sigh. Damn it. He's going to say no; I can fucking tell.
"I'm sorry, man," he began. "I promised Wendy I'd take her out shopping and to dinner. She's probably going to want to spend most of the night out with me. We can hang after school tomorrow if you want. I don't think I'm doing anything yet."
I rolled my eyes. I'm so tired of his on again off again relationship. This shit is really getting on my nerves. Cheating bitches, it's no wonder I'm gay. "I'm not sure. I have a huge physics project I have to get started on and a research paper for English that I haven't started yet. I'm fucking swamped with work."
"Damn, dude!" Stan exclaimed. "I'll never understand why anyone takes A.P. classes. There's just way too much work. You'll never have free time."
"Yeah I know, but you know how my mom is," I explained, leaving out how I'd never skip out on chances to take the same classes as Cartman. Damn, I'm pathetic. "Do you want to give me a ride to school tomorrow? I don't feel like walking or taking the bus."
"I thought Cartman gave you rides," he stated. "Oh, don't tell me, he's done giving you free rides to school right?"
"Damn it! No!" I yelled. "I just don't want to wait around forever. I need to get to school earlier than usual." Smooth lie, Broflovski. I smirked, all this time hanging out with Cartman is paying off a little.
"Eh, alright," he said. "You'll have to ride in the back with Bebe. I'm giving her and Wendy a ride tomorrow I think."
"That's fine. I'll get over it," I laughed.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to give her a heads up that you're still not interested in going out," Stan chuckled. "Unless, you did change your mind and you want me to set you up."
"No thanks," I replied immediately. "Definitely not interested. Never have been and never will be."
"Oh come on! We could go on so many double dates and shit. Girls love that thing. We'd get to hang out and we could totally get laid," he explained. "You should give it a shot. Bebe isn't so bad. She may be a dumb blonde, but she's so fucking hot."
"Nope. It's not going to happen," I snorted. "If you're so interested in her, why don't you ask Wendy to get into a threesome?" I laughed at his gasp.
"Seriously?" He asked. "Do you really think she'd be into doing something that?"
"Fuck no, dude!" I kept laughing. "It's Wendy! She'd probably kick your ass for even suggesting such a thing." He sighed and I rolled my eyes. "I was joking."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he said in a defeated tone. "Okay, well I have to get ready. I told Wendy I'd pick her up by 4:00 p.m. and if I don't speed over there I'm going to be late. You know how she gets if I'm late picking her up."
I sighed. "Yeah, alright. If she gets pissed and ditches you then the gaming offer for tonight is still on. I'm just going to be working on my English paper."
He laughed. "You need to get out sometime, man. Alright, I'll talk to you later."
"Yup! Bye!" I hung up my phone.
One good thing about talking to Stan, even if he is argumentative on the Cartman front, is that he always makes me feel better. I wish I had feelings for him, but I suppose that wasn't ever going to happen. We've always been so close, but the love I feel for him doesn't touch what I feel for Cartman. I guess I am better off with these unrequited feelings. I could be in love with Stan! I shuddered. That thought disgusts me.
I got up and dressed myself in some lazy pants and a tank top before sitting at my desk and opening my school books. I do need to get on that English paper. Maybe I should write about unrequited love? Damn it all. I'm really starting to sound sappy. I chuckle to myself. It could be worse I suppose. Maybe I could go into the psychological aspect of love along with writing my own sample story and citing works with this particular theme? Shakespeare wrote so much about unrequited love; this might not be a bad topic after all. I guess I can thank Cartman for the inspiration; however unwanted it may have been at the time.
Great. Now I'm thinking about the incident again. I shook my head and took a few deep breaths. There's nothing I can do now, so I'll just have to wait until tomorrow at school to find out what sort of damage he's done, or is planning to do. Hopefully if I get there early I can approach him and beg for some mercy. I just, I don't want to be taken advantage of. Why can't life be easy? I frowned and started the research for my paper; being productive is a hell of a lot better than sitting around and thinking about it.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading guys! I do appreciate every view and I hope that more of you will put out some reviews for me! Let me know what you think. It inspires me to get my stuff out faster! I know this chapter kinda ended, but I couldn't come up with a good conclusion so I just wrapped it out. Next chapter is going to be Kyle's POV again. They'll be at school and something's going to happen. Not sure what yet, but it'll be something! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll put out the next chapter!