"Friends" Forever |Kyle Broflovski x Reader|

Chapter 2

-Word count: 2515-
Edited 6/12/24

As I pushed through school, I was so bored. I zoned out every five seconds, wondering what lunch would be like. Kyle and I decided to meet outside the cafeteria, where we would then head to the lunch line.

Kyle.

He seemed so caring and sweet.

"Ms. Y/l/n."

I wonder what he thinks of me?

"Ms. Y/l/n."

I wonder what I'm feeling right now? Is it a cru-

"Ms. Y/l/n!", I hear, causing me to jolt up and mutter a 'huh?'.
"What were we just talking about?", the teacher asked. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I've just been thinking about other things.", I shrug. "Would you mind telling me those things? Share them with the class?", the teacher asked.

Oh, here's my chance. Work the waterworks.

"It's just...", I fake a sniffle, "Ever since my parents divorce, I've never been the same, you know? Just depressed, and paying attentions hard because I'm thinking about what it'd be like if I was still at H/t... and growing up is... so... so tough.". I cover my face with my hands, trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh, I'm so sorry, do you want to go to the counselors?", the teacher asked. "Sure.", I wipe a tear from my face.

As I pick up my stuff and walk out, I wink to Cartman who nodded and smirked.

As I walk to the counselors I hold back a chuckle, taking a seat and spot this other kid walk in.

He sits a few seats next to me and we make eye contact before looking away.

"You the new kid? Butters cousin?", he asked in a monotone voice without turning to me. "Yea. I'm Y/n Y/l/n.", I explain. "Craig Tucker.", the boy nodded, "What you in for?". "Promise not to snitch?", I turn to Craig. "As long as you don't snitch on me.", he shrugged. "I pretended to cry after I didn't pay attention.", I let out a laugh. "The teachers here as asshats.", Craig smiled a bit, "Some of them are nice.". "Hey, at least there's good people.", I sigh. "I'm in for flipping off a teacher. One of the bitch ones.", Craig sighed. "That's an understandable action.", I grin.

A man walks out and looks between Craig and I before looking back at me, "You must be Y/n. I'm Mr. Mackey, m'kay.". "Hi, Mr. Mackey.", I smile as I stand up. "Your teacher told me that you had a bit of a breakdown in class. Do you wanna talk about it?", Mr. Mackey asked.

Time to work the water works, again.

"Oh, I... I don't think so... I just...", I fake sniffle, "I just don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet. The divorce... movings just been so hard, and I-I miss my brother...".

I cover my face and let some tears drop down my face, "I'm sorry I'm so emotional.". "It's ok to let out your emotions. You can just sit in my office and calm down for now, m'kay. I'll talk with you later, Craig.", Mr. Mackey said and I turned to Craig as the counselor walked to his office.

I winked at Craig he smiled, "Pleasure to meet you Craig Tucker. See you around.".
I make sure to sniffle one last time before leaving the room, holding back a smirk that was trying to form on my face.

I was using my phone to 'calm' me down. Writing was always a coping skill. I got super into it when I was 13, and I actually have a pretty successful account on an app.

I also listen to music when I write. Right now I have a hyperfixation on a song, and when I do, I replay to the point where I ruin it for everyone else.

Do I give a shit? Kinda, but for now I don't.

I mean, I do feel guilt, but mostly shame.

It's always been like that.