Moving Up

CH 4- It Begins

Classes on Monday went pretty smooth all things considered. Lucky enough for you, you knew at least one person in all your classes. Unfortunately for you the only person in your general psychology class was Eric Cartman. You were lucky the professor was just going over the syllabus because the tub of lard would not stop whispering snide comments about the class to you.

You don't know why the boy thought you would confide in his feelings but for the sake of him being in your new friend group you tried to be curt. Still even when the class was over the boy followed you droning on about whatever, occasionally texting on his phone.

You almost felt bad for the kid, he probably didn't have anyone else to talk to. I mean why else would he be trying so hard to be buddy buddy with you.

You took pity on the boy and decided to sit on a random bench outside the library. Just as you had suspected the brunette followed suit, slinging his backpack off and sitting next to you.

"You know they were all making fun of me for picking psychology but then you showed up and none of them talk about it!" they boy huffed, going from random classmates to now the friend you knew.

"That's pretty typical of engineering majors though," you said, crossing your arms.

"Yeah they think they're so perfect because they can do alphabet math, but that's all they have going for them," He continued. You were curious about how your new friends were before you got here, behind closed doors. Cartman of all people should not be the one telling you. However, you let your curiosity get the better of you.

"Go on," Was all you said, but the boy beside you smirked.

"y/n you dirty gossip," he laughed, "But I'll pass up the opportunity."

"Figures," you laughed dryly.

"And I'll start with your stupid roommate," you tensed at the mention of Wendy, wanting to come to your friends defense, but you asked for it, so you needed to just let him speak, "Other than just being a straight up bitch, I'm pretty sure she only loves Stan because she can't have Tolkin, and her savior complex."

You raised your eyebrows, "Her savior complex?"

"That goes to Stan, dudes an alcoholic at eighteen with his dad has his supplier," he almost giggled, "Fucked up right? And Wendy thinks she can save him."

"What if she wants to help him because she loves him?" you questioned but the boy had a quick answer.

"Because she loves a challenge and Stans a challenge. But there's the added layer of Stan's best friend, Kyle, wanting to help him. So she wants to help him first. Claim she did it," He smirked, "But Stan's stubbornness outsmarts them everytime."

"That's heavy being just out of high school," you dryly chuckled, processing the information. Cartman looked like he was about to speak, but paused for a moment before he decided to continue.

"And don't get me started on Kyle," he gave an over dramatic sigh, "He goes to anger management classes every week but you would never guess it. He's had hemorrhoids since he was like ten but worst of all he's a Jew!"

You wanted to know everything about Kyle, but that was definitely more than you wanted to hear. But before you could question him about why the last part was so bad a voice called out, grabbing both of you attention.

"Hiya Eric!" called out a tall boy with blonde hair. Next to the unknown boy was a familiar one: Kyle. His curly hair matching the color of his face.He had just a t- shirt on today, compared to his usual bright orange coat, that simply paired with some sweatpants. Yet he still had that green hat on that his curls poked out of. You didn't know how seeing him in such lazy clothes could still make your heart skip a beat. Beside you you heard Eric click his tongue.