Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 13: A spark (Y/N)

A poof of red curly hair above the crowd is the only sight that snaps you out of your disassociation. The party was coming along nicely, a lot better than anyone would've thought considering the amount of people invited versus the amount here. Yet, none of them faces you recognize. But Wendy's ecstatic about the turn out, considering how she's been glued to the grill all day, not letting anyone leave the party without trying her new burger recipe.

"It's halal and kosher!" She keeps declaring, making you help her hand out plates to any passersby who didn't already have one. You don't mind, of course. She was one of three people you even know here, with Stan on the phone in the corner while Butters is waiting in line for the bathroom.

But the entrance of Kyle was enough to pull you out of your soulless stupor, and you can't help smiling as his eyes search for yours over the hordes of people. He makes his way over, but your grin slightly falters as you see who he has behind him.

Maria. He actually brought her, you think. She hadn't been mentioned by Kyle since he went out with her for dinner the day you met Ike, but you had heard snippets about their relationship from the rest of the group. You did vaguely remember Stan saying she was invited to come here, and while Stan may say something then do something completely different, it was nice to know Kyle was a little more mature. Even if this was the one time you wish he hadn't been.

He brings her over and you can't help skim over her outfit. Very... festive. You couldn't deny she was an extremely attractive woman, but she looked nothing like you. And if Kyle showing up with a girl your polar opposite wasn't enough of a signal that he didn't like you, it was hard to see what was.

"Hey, Wendy, Y/N. This is Maria, my-"

"Friend. I'm his friend," she says, cutting him off. He gives her a sideward glance, and sighs before pressing his mouth into a thin line.

"I gotta say Wendy, this is a really cool party! I could never host so many people, but you're making it look easy," Maria says, giving Wendy an affectionate smile. Wendy slightly blushes at the compliment, but tries to remain a steady face as she gives a modest thank you.

They converse about such and such little more, and as much as you try to help it, your eyes wander towards Kyle. He shifts uncomfortably where he's standing, all enthusiasm from entering the party forgotten. You wanna ask if he's okay, but he tugs on Maria's arm under the guise of introducing her to more people, and drags her away before you can even open your mouth.

Wendy flips a couple patties then turns her attention towards you.

"You alright?" She asks in a soothing tone.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"Okayy," she says, averting her gaze back to the grill. "It's just that, I know you have feelings for Kyle, and he just kinda showed up with another girl. So I thought-"

"Maria said they were just friends, so I'm not too worried," you reply, and Wendy gives you some serious side eye but smiles and nods. You excuse yourself to get a drink and try to collect your thoughts.

There was no fucking way that Maria and Kyle were just friends. How they walked into the party holding hands, how comfortable Kyle was touching her, the way she barely resisted when he grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Fuck. But she said they were just friends, and you would rather believe that lie than face the truth, that the chances of you and Kyle getting together were getting slimmer and slimmer.

You grab a beer and let the liquid flow down your throat, trying to numb the ache in your heart. It works, while making the dance floor look more and more attractive. You gulp the rest of the bottle and set it on the table before making your way to the heart of the party as it blazes around you.