Cartmans POV
"Eric.."
"What do you want, Butters?"
"You know that thing you told me that you'd get me grounded forever for if I told someone.."
"Yeah, what about it?" By the look on Butters's face, he had told someone, and I was pissed..just don't let it be Kyle...
"Kyle knows.."
"YOU TOLD HIM?!-"
"Well, I didn't—"
"YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO GET AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KILL YOU, BUTTERS." I screeched. Butters ran down the hall screaming.
God, I'm gonna kill Butters... First, that little bitch got me drunk; then I admitted my biggest fault..my massive crush on that dumb Jew, Kyle. Then Butters, who wouldn't even drink with me, fucking told Kyle.
I saw Stan walking toward me; it didn't matter; I needed to find Kyle immediately.
"What was that about?" Stan asked.
"None of your business," I growled.
"Okay then, Cartman.."
"I gotta find Kyle." I breathed.
"He's at his locker.." he looked confused.
"Thanks."
I ran towards Kyles's locker, knowing the damn Jew always needed to be on time so I wouldn't have much time.
"Kahl!"
"What do you want, fatass? I'm going to be late?"
"I need to talk to you.."
"About?"
"Well, uh, not here, just follow me.."
"Fine, but it better be quick." Stupid Jew...always needing to be on time...
I pulled Kyle into the closest janitor's closet; lucky for me, I knew how to break their locks..and quickly.
"So?"
"Just give me a second Jew." I huffed, already panicking.
Why was he being so calm about this?.. he probably thinks I put butters up to telling him as a prank...
"I'm not going to just stand here so you can insult me, Cartman."
"Wait, please. I'm sorry.." I breathed, trying to get my thoughts together.
"Okay."
"Kahl, I'm sure you've heard some things from Butters..or others about me, and..it's true okay?" I admitted, my heart ready to burst through my fucking chest.
"What?"
Fuck..why was it so hard to concentrate with his beautiful green eyes staring at me...Fuck it. I'm just going to kiss him. Then he'll know Butters wasn't lying...
I leaned down towards Kyle and slowly kissed him. He froze for a second before kissing me back. Then it was like a switch flipped. He shoved me off of him and started shouting. He looked like he was going to cry.
"I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!"
Then he ran out of the closet and down the hall. He didn't so much as turn around. Butters said he told him... BUTTERS! I'm going to kill him...
