"Friends" Forever |Kyle Broflovski x Reader|

Chapter 3

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"No.", I smile before ducking under Kyles arms.

He really thought I was gonna do that?

I laugh as I turn to see a shocked Kyle.

"Listen, the dates still on. I'll see you later.", I give a quick smile before walking off.

Damn, sometimes being a tease is fun.

As I walk off, I pull up my moms contact and hit the call button.

After a few rings she answers, "Hey, sweetie. What's up?".
Do I wanna fake cry? Is it worth it?

You know what... no. I'm to tired for that shit.

"Hey, mom. Can you pick me up?", I ask, "I've had a really rough day at school.".
"Do you wanna talk about it?", mother fucker, why do people keep asking that?

"No. I'm just tired, and stressed, and just fucking done. Can you pick me up?", I ask with a sigh. "Todays your first day, sweetie.", my mom also sighed. "Mom, please. I'm begging.", my voice cracks, and that isn't even me faking it, "Please.".

My mom lets out a loud sigh before making a clicking noise with her tongue, "Fine.".

"Thanks, mom. I love you.", I smile. "Love you too. See you in a few minutes.", my mom said before I hear a beeping noise come from my phone.

Thank the lord. All this stimulation is too over-whelming.

Hey, think positive. I'm hanging out with Kyle later. That's gonna be awkward as hell, but we'll makeup.

I'll forgive Butters soon. But holy fuck, that kid is something else. I love him, but Jeez, kid's to naive. He's to sweet... it makes me sick.

I hate seeing the people I... love... get taken advantage of. That's why I trust no one. Because they always hurt everyone around me, by hurting me.

I was the the first for everyone, oh that's sounds bad, but I mean I was the first niece to everyone, and the first granddaughter to both my grandparents. And, boy, it has its perks. I'm spoiled rotten. But other times it sucks. I get called a ungrateful brat a lot, and have to maintain a good rap so I'm an idol for the little kids.

But fuck that shit, I want to be who I want.

Am I a bit of a narcissist? Just a bit. But the people that hurt me shaped me into going through a whole journey of loving myself. And now I basically care about myself.

Except I do feel love. I do. I'll repeat that my entire life.

Maybe it'll happen.

Ha...

I'm just messing around.

... Am I though?

Other people laugh at funny jokes, but I laugh at the thought of people embarrassing themselves. The thought of them tripping. The thought of them saying some stupid shit that gets them in trouble. Even the ones I supposedly love. But I hate when it happens to me.

I've always been like that.

I've always been a little weird.

But for the few I love, I wouldn't mind hurting a few people to make them feel better.

Conscious: "An awareness of their environment and their own existence and thoughts."

I do have that. I'm aware of my thoughts. At least I think I am.

Well, these are thoughts. Not actions.

I wouldn't act on half my thoughts, but there's still a chance.