"Friends" Forever |Kyle Broflovski x Reader|

Chapter 8

-Word count: 1996-
I planned out the project, I'm a reader and writer that loves her family and friends. Then some other shit... but fucking finally. School.is.over. Hell is over!

I completed my first full day of high school at South Park. And was it kinda shit? A bit. But I got a few friends out of it!

Friends that don't know you're a fake loser!

Ok, why don't you shut the fuck up? You're literally a conscious of something, you're the loser here! Literally calling me a loser when you're stuck in my head! Medicine can get rid of you... I think... but don't be calling me a loser, you're just fucking jealous that I'm a living being.

......

Exactly... shut your bitch ass up...

Anyways, I get to hang out with Kyle later!

Maybe I'll meet his family, his mom seems to like me. Hopefully meeting the rest of the Broflovski's turn out ok.

Hell, maybe I'll be one, one day...

Woah- ok! Too fast! Way too fast!

For now, just focus on not losing it on Cartman during the bus ride.

All of my friends were rushing out of the classroom, leaving me behind.

Leaving me with my thoughts.

And my only thought right now:

How the fuck am I gonna make it through the bus ride without ending up suspended?

I inhale before grabbing my backpack and walking out, tossing it over my shoulder.

"Y/n, why don't you sit with me on the bus?", Wendy asked. "Sure.", I fake a smile.

What I would give to sit with Kyle... what I would give...

But I can't be labeled as anything, that would fuck up my life even more.

"Try not to punch Cartman in the face.", Stan sighed, "It's gonna be tough, but you got this.".

Wendy gave Stan a look before looking back at me, "Yeah... you got this.".

My eyes shift to Kyle, who looks a bit irritated.

I walk up to him, "Hey, are you ok?". "No. I just found out this girl that's crazy about me's back from vacation.", Kyle rolls his eyes. "Vacation? Right before school starts?", I ask. "I guess. I just hope she doesn't say anything to you.", Kyle and I make eye contact, "But if she does, just ignore her, ok?".

Fuck, I'm not that good with conflict.

"Ok, I think I'll be fine.", I fake a smile.

I won't be fine.

G-d, if she says anything about my appearance I'll spiral.

Craig walks over, "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna hang out later?".

Oh, fuck.

Kyle and I make eye contact.

"Y/n? Are you ok?", Craig asked, putting his hand on my shoulder, "What, are you busy or something?".
"Actually, Kyle was gonna help me with whatever I missed yesterday. But maybe later in the week. What about Friday?", I ask. "I'm fine with that.", Craig smiled.

Craig... smiled?

Everyone told me he wasn't the... sweet... type. So why was he smiling at me? I didn't even say much.

Does he think I'm a trouble maker? Think I'm a rebel?

Cause am I?

I wouldn't say so... I mean, I want to be, but I can't put my future in jeopardy.