☆ Enemies ?

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Warnings: cursing, sh, and other "stuff" beyond this chapter. Click off if you're uncomfy with these topics!!!

Cartman noticed Kyle and started teasing him, but Kyle didn't even try to stop it which made him cry even more.

Kyle wiped his tears and ran out the classroom while covering his face, and felt stares from all around the room. He went to the bathroom and hid in the stall until it was time to leave 1st period. All he could think about was his relationship with Stan since pre-school, and now it was gone..

Kyle left the bathroom and stood in front of his locker. He looked fine, but deep down, he was hurt severely.
His phone was at 10%, so he texted his mother to pick him up from school. Stan met Kyle in the hallway. He went up to him and pinned him against his locker.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Kyle shouted. "Crybaby..tsk. I'm happy our relationship is over. You're a fucking nerd." He let go of Kyle and went inside the bathroom.

Kyle was devastated at what he just heard. Right then and there, he just wanted to die. He missed Stan so much. Why did he have to change? Kyle started to cry and dropped to the floor with his face in his palms.

Kyles mother responded to Kyles text and told him that she would be here in 5 minutes. Kyle didn't think he could make it for that long, and just rested his head on his locker while sitting on the floor. His face was very red because of how long he'd been crying, and knew that it would happen again.

—————————5 mins later———————
🗣️: KYLE BROFLOVSKI, COME DOWN TO MY OFFICE !!!!!!!!!!

Kyle jumped awake. "Why the fuck is it so loud ?!" He said, and went down to the office.

While he was walking, he noticed that his shoulder was hurting ALOT for some reason. He just shrugged it off and thought he was strained from his neck on the locker for so long, but it just got worse. He didn't care anymore and went to his mother.

"Hello Bubba ! I thought something was wrong, since you weren't texting me back."(LMFAOO)

"Oh, it's nothing ... could we just go home now?" Kyle muttered.
"Of course! Get in the car." She responded.

On the way, the pain on Kyles shoulder got so bad that he started to groan. He looked at his shoulder, and there was this big red cut with bite marks on it. "What the fuck.. is this a hickey?" Kyle mumbled under his breath.

At Kyles House:
Kyle went up to his bedroom and on his phone. Luckily, Stan wasn't blocked. Maybe they could talk this over?

Kyle texted Stan that he was sorry for anything he did wrong, and he just wanted his best friend back. He even wrote a full paragraph about everything he loved about him, but got no response.

Kyle cried so hard that night, he was so drained and couldn't get any sleep at all. He'd do anything to get Stan back..

Kyle got off his bed around 5 to get water and tissues, but kept staring at the knife on his counter, like he wanted to do "something" with it. He finally picked it up and started to go in his wrist until he felt pain, and washed the knife off while hitting his hand harshly.

Soon enough, it was time to get ready for school. He got in the shower and it
stinged him , but he liked the feeling. Kyle dressed up and went to school. He wore a ( loose ) long sleeved brown shirt with baggy jeans to cover his scars.

Kyles POV :

When I arrived , I made my way to the bathroom and stared at my dark reflection in there mirror, studying my hair first, of course. It was totally messed up .. poofy .. but I had my hat , right? So I didn't really care. I was so tired and pumped up at the same time .. for some reason .... So curious and confused, sleepy and nervous.

I didn't even bother going to my locker. I just wanted to stay out of the drama. I didn't want to be in this anymore.

The whole class, I felt someone staring it me. It looked like,, Stan ?? . But I really wasn't so sure.

ITS 2:08 IN THE MORNING AHA, IM SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP SO BE GRATEFUL 😭‼️ (not really tho, love you <3)

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