Unwanted Love

connecting the dots

Sorry in advance if this chapter is short! I'm on vacation and I don't have much time to write.

Kenny McCormick

Ahhghhghh!!

What is happening? Professor fucking chaos. How do I explain it? Whenever I think about professor chaos my stomach does flips.

Why doesn't that happen with butters? I mean, it does, just not as much. It was probably just a stupid crush that would go away in a couple days. Right?

What was I supposed to do now? The only progress I've made with chaos is hooking up with him.

And that wasn't part of my plan. But I guess not all plans go as planned. I really need to figure out who he is.

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"Woah dude, how'd you get that bruise?" Kyle asked me when I arrived at the bus stop. "My dad got mad at me," I told him.

My dad wouldn't hit me often, only when he was really drunk. Kyle looked at me worried and I shrugged.

Stan and Fatman arrived a couple minutes later. "Butters! You made it!" Stan said.

Butters? What? I thought they didn't like Butters. "H-hey fellas!" Don't look at him. Don't talk to him.

"Hey butters," Kyle greeted. Cartman gave him a fist bump. The three of them stared at me, waiting for me to interact with butters.

"Sup butters," I mumbled. He nodded his head towards me. That was awkward.

Thankfully the bus came to my rescue. I got on first and sat in the back, where I hopefully wouldn't be bothered.

Kyle and Stan sat together. Cartman sat next to a random girl. And butters sat next to pip.

The ride was quiet, at least for me. It was more peaceful that way. We made it to school and I waited for everyone to get off before I did.

Butters stotch

Sometimes I wonder if I was in the wrong for rejecting Kenny. I did like him, but I had mysterion.

Now he was avoiding me. I don't want him to avoid me. I waited for him infront of the double doors.

I started thinking about why Stan invited me to wait for the bus with them.

"Excuse me," Kenny muttered. When did he get here? Wasn't he still on the bus? I shook my head and dragged him to the side of the school.

"Butters I'm going to be late for class," he complained. I pushed him against the wall. "We need to talk," I told him.

He knitted his brows and sighed. "About?" I bit my lip and stated at him. "Do you hate me?"

Great. I could have chosen different wording but I didn't think. He snorted. "Of course not? Why do you ask?"

Was he being sincere? Was I just paranoid? "I don't know. I just feel like your more distant towards me,"

I mumbled. "I guess I need time. You can't just overcome a rejection that fast, can you?" He chuckled.

I shrugged and started at my shoes. My eyes slowly made their way up to Kenny's face.

His hair was longer, he had a stuble, and there was a new bruise underneath his eye.

Huh. Thats weird. I punched mysterion in that same spot. That bruise also looks fresh, and it wasn't there before.

"Uh kenny, question," I said. He nodded. "When did you get that bruise?" I asked pointing to it.

"Yesterday," He told me. "Anyway, I know you don't like being late so let's go." He pulled my arm into the school.

All throughout my classes I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that Kenny was mysterion.

How crazy would that be? Crazy enough to be true.

I decided to leave school early, my parents wouldn't be back from work and I'd surely make it back to school on time for my last class.

I speed-walked home and ran into my room. Under my bed was a board with pictures of mysterion and other students from south park.

I grabbed the picture of Kenny and held it side by side to the one of mysterion. No way.

How did I not see this before? They both has blue eyes, freckles, dirty blond hair, and they even had the same body type.

I finally figured it out. Mysterion was Kenny. Kenny was mysterion. I laughed to myself and threw the pictures back in the box.

Even though I was sure they were the same person, some doubt was left in my mind.

I'd just have to kidnap mysterion again and take off his hood and mask. And I would even maybe reveal my identity.

But how would mysterion react? Would he be happy or sad? I mean, he thinks that I'm so innocent and incapable of doing anything wrong, so he would be mad.

Hopefully he wasn't. I'd just have to see how my plan would work out, and hope for the best.