You Don't Even Know

Girls had found Kyle crying, much to his own embarassment, and he had spent many hours talking to Mr. Mackey, who had started working at the highschool while they had been in middle school, in the counselor's office. Since then, the girl half of the sophmore student body had made the connection that Cartman was to blame and took turns glaring at him evilly in every class.

By the time fourth period had rolled by and Kyle had made his way out of the grips of 'Mmkays' and strange speeches that he wasn't sure even pertained to him, it was a class in which he shared with Cartman. He was almost late to it, even so much that Cartman had arrived before him. There was one seat left ont he opposite side of the classroom from him so he took it.

The next class, which Cartman, Kenny, and Kyle all shared together had the seats around him quickly taken up by women. He then noticed the girls glaring at the larger boy and realized just what was happening. The girls were, in his defense, keeping the two of them away from one another.

He tried to ignore it, he didn't have any desire to talk to Eric anyways after all that had happened, but the sheer fact that he couldn't sit next to him or talk to him, made obvious by the rest of the day in the halls, where girls actively moved around each of them. Cartman picked fights with them and insulted them deeply but other than that it didn't seem to bother him. Which frustrated Kyle, because he really was annoyed by all the girls keeping them away from one another.

Stan sat next to him in his last class, economics. "Hey, what's up?"

What do you say in this scenario? 'Oh you know, Cartman molested me and now I'm upset because I feel unwanted despite of it.' 'I want my enemies attention simply because I can't have it.' 'I think I'm thinking about Eric Cartman too much.' Stan was the one other person that knew he was gay, he couldn't say these things about the Nazi wannabe because Stan would assume that it meant Kyle actually liked the lardass.

Oh no.

"Hey, Kyle, are you alright?" It was a valid question, as the redhead had just gone extremely white, which was strange because he wasn't usually pale at all, being a daywalker and all. "Kyle?" He watched Kyle for a while longer before pinching his nose. "It has to do with Cartman, doesn't it?"

There it was. Kyle was staring at him in shock, as if wondering if Stan had the ability to read minds. The black haired boy was reminded of his time trying to teach people that talking to dead people was a trick. It was like Kyle thought Stan could see through his soul, which ironically made what he had been thinking perfectly obvious. Stan regretted saying anything, so he pretended to be completely unaware of what everyone in the school knew. "What'd he do now? Another attempt at your life?" He felt bad, but he really didn't like to be in the middle of things.

Kyle sighed and paid attention to class instead of answering and Stan didn't ask any more questions. Kyle also purposefully went to the office after going to his locker. He'd walk home, he really didn't want to ride the bus and be near Cartman or Stan right now. Kenny was still cool as ever but he was too neutral sometimes. Actually, he didn't want to be next to anyone. Before the bus even left, he called his mom and told her he'd be late, no not to bother picking him up he had barely any homework anyways and the fresh air would do him some good.

After promising to his mother that he'd eat extra that night to make up for lost carbs, he walked outside and headed down the street. Since he had no hurry, he went to his old elementary school a couple blocks down the road he was walking on anyways. All the kids had already gone, seeing as classes ended earlier for them than secondary school, so he strolled mindlessly through the playground.

How many fights had him and Cartman had on this very lawn? He sat on the swingset and kicked himself lazily from the ground. He had so very firmly hated Cartman, what had changed? Now, it seemed obvious to him that maybe what he felt for the lard ass wasn't hate. Then again, had he really truly hated the kid? Now that he thought about him, he had always broke down and done nice things for the other boy after Eric's manipulation. That's how it would always be, he realized, he'd hate Eric until Eric seemed to need him, and then the damned Nazi would always laugh at him because of it. Maybe the boy had been telling the truth when he said this was all to exploit him.

It started then, the tears dripping down his face. He stopped the swing and buried his head in his hands. This all was too ridiculous, his emotions too much like a rollercoaster. If this was being gay, he really rather he wasn't. Not that he had a damned choice in the matter. He let himself cry, returning to what had been interuppted by the girls who had found him earlier. No one would care here, the children gone and the teachers busy. It was safe here, safer than at home where his mother would pry or his brother would look right through him. Safe from his friends, who would only come to their own conclusions. Safe from children who would start rumors. And safe from Cartman, who would only want to watch his downfall.

He wasn't really, though, because Cartman came walking by the school yard awhile later, having just gotten out of detention. The fat boy often had to stay after school and his mother, thinking it would be good for him, started making him walk home. He hadn't noticed anything different at first, but eventually he saw Kyle, who was recognizable by his clothes. Cartman cursed to himself as he realized that Kyle was crying because his heart quivered at the thought of it. He should be smiling, not worried.

The rat was probably doing all this just to manipulate him, snake in the grass as he was. He growled and hid behind a nearby tree, just in case the boy stopped sobbing like a baby and managed to look up at his distant figure. He, too, would be instantly recognized even from far away. His mind worked quickly, as if to decide what was the best route. Part of him wanted to go laugh at the Jew, part of him wanted to go hug him like a faggot. He watched for a bit longer, taking in a sight he'd only managed to accomplish a few times before.

Cartman really didn't see what the big fucking deal was. He'd be willing to admit it was his anti-semitism speaking, but it was kind of ridiculous nonetheless. How much drama could the little daywalker put into one little problem? It seemed like an honest issue, though, what with how much balling the other boy was doing right now.

He sighed lightly and did the kindest thing he thought he could do right now, he walked away. After all, hadn't he pretty much just told Kyle to go fuck himself? It seemed he did a lot of walking away when it came to Kyle lately. He mused as he trudged through the loud snow, which buckled underneath him powerlessly. He really didn't like walking away, it made everything seem unfinished, but he didn't know how to deal with a lot of emotion, one of the reasons he hated women for anything more than food and tits. He didn't honestly think he could actually have a girlfriend, and no it wasnt because of anything wrong with him, thank you very much.

But now that he thought about it, he never found a girl that wouldn't be a bitch about what he was. He was a womanizer, yes, but beyond that women cared too much to be able to stand his antisemitism. In fact, most people couldn't stand him, even his friends. And especially Kyle, who his mind lingered on once more.

Why had everything come back to the Auschwitz reject? He trudged into his house, thinking absently about the redhead.

The next day they both called in sick to school, in order to avoid the other one. Kyle and Cartman both were unaware of the other's absence, of course, but it did not go unnoticed by the rest of the school, who had promptly assumed, as teens do, that they were absent together. Stan and Kenny, when asked if they knew anything, said they didn't and stayed out of it. So it was no surprise the next day that the boys didn't warn the others about what they were about to face.

The four boys walked into the school together, as usual, only to be faced by everyone's expectant stares. Kyle immediately looked around, to see if he had a stain on his shirt or something, Kenny figured out what was going on, Stan stared back, and Cartman started to insult people left and right. The were an unlikely bunch, weren't they? But that's not everyone was thinking, no, they took the looks, Kyle's shy unsureness and Cartman's self defense mechanism, as something they weren't.

Girls swarmed them, and men kind of growled and looked away. "So it's happened! Tell us all about it. Have you guys done it yet."

"Wait, done what?" Kyle asked shyly.

"Fucked each other." Kenny and Stan said at the same time, along with a few girls further away.

Kyle blinked, confused. "Who fucked each other?"

Stan stared at him and Kenny was the only one brave enough to answer, the girls stepping away realizing that a certain something hadn't actually happening. Muffled behind his hood, Kenny was the only one with balls to say what no one else, with what sounded like snarkiness. "You and Cartman, of course."

"WHAT?" Cartman finally piped up, having been busy fighting off girls and insulting anyone he could find something to pick on about. Kyle just looked shocked, secretly glad he wasn't blushing. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."