Pathetic - Enemies to Lovers (Kyle Broflovski x Reader)

Chapter 5: The Party

Word Count: 932
Warnings:
- Drinking
- Language

Y/n made it to Tolkien's house at 7pm with her things to spend the night. She knocked on the door and Nichole answered. "Oh, hey girl!" She said excitedly. "Top floor, third room on the left." She directed as Y/n headed upstairs. She found the room with all the other girls things then headed back downstairs to help set up.

Tolkien and Bebe handled drinks, Wendy and Nichole handled foods and Y/n and Red handled decorations and music. After 45 minutes of setting things up and getting music ready, people began arriving. By 8:30, every 11th grader was there, even Timmy.

Y/n wandered around the party, her head already starting to pound from the loud music she regretted choosing. She walked through the crowds of sticky sweaty teenagers and saw her good friend, Kenny. "Hey Kenny." She greeted as she stood beside him.

"Hey, Y/n. What's up?" He asked as he took a sip of the alcohol

"Yeah, not much." She sighed and he slung an arm around her.

"Well, your at a party, there's loud music, alcohol and plenty of boys your age." Kenny explained. "Do something with it."

"Kenny, I-." She was going to start protesting until Kenny interrupted her.

"Your 16 and still a virgin." Kenny started as Y/n sighed. "Go have fun, live your life before your tits start to drag on the floor."

"Kenny, that isn't the point." Y/n sighed and leaned into him more. "I haven't found the right person. I don't just wanna fuck someone because I can, I want to fuck someone because I feel something for them."

"Well, then go and find him!" Kenny laughed and shoved her into the crowded. She quickly found her way out and leaned up against a wall. She would've sat down but most chairs were occupied by couples.

"How's brooding going for you?" Kyle asked sarcastically as he leaned on the wall next to her.

"Fuck off, Broflovski." She said with a sigh.

"Drink?" He asked as he held out his cup to her. She took it and had a decent sip.

"God, that's disgusting." She coughed as Kyle laughed. "What? I don't drink, asshole."

"Sucks to suck." Kyle scoffed as she handed him his drink back.

"Yeah whatever." Y/n rolled her eyes as he took another sip of his drink effortlessly. "When you get shitfaced and get a massive hangover, don't cry to me about it."

"Why would I cry to you?" Kyle asked with a scoff. "Not like you'd care." Y/n hummed in response and they stood in an uncomfortable silence. "You wouldn't care, would you?" Kyle asked as he broke the silence.

"I've never seen you cry, so I'm not sure." Y/n answered honestly. If Kyle cried I'm not sure what I'd do. I might care, well, why wouldn't I? My feelings for Kyle definitely lean towards dislike, but there's a certain difference about him lately. Maybe it's the idea the girls put into my head, but maybe I do care, even if it is only a little bit.

The silence was back. Though, it wasn't complete silence. The music pounded in the air, people were yelling and singing, but in those few moments, it all slowed a little. Y/n didn't know If Kyle noticed it too, but as they stood beside each other, the only thing that could be heard was silence. The music was blocked by the lack of words spoken between them. How could silence be louder than the world around them? How could the lack of something, make it the only thing that's there? When something isn't there, its never really not there, because though its not in front of you, its in there somewhere. So is it really gone?

"You've seen me dry before." Y/n told him. "It was the day I found out my dad died, I think I sobbed out the front of my house for hours."

"You did." He blurted. "Though as a 10 year old, I was an asshole. I hated you so much that I let you cry out there."

"Hated?" Y/n questioned. "So, you don't hate me anymore?" She was trying to be an asshole, but he took the question seriously.

"Oh well, I don't like you very much at all, but I don't hate you." He told her and she chuckled.

"Yeah, I don't like you very much at all either." She answered as they both turned to face each other.

"Good, cause the last thing I'd want is to be friends with you." Kyle told her and took another sip of his drink.

"Fine then, I'll go find another wall to brood on." Y/n said sarcastically as she wandered away.

Kyle was left with his thoughts. Dude, that was fucking weird. That's the most friendly conversation I've ever had with her, and I liked it. Ew! I liked it! I don't want to like her. I don't like her! I wont like her! She's almost always better than me at everything, she always looks good and it pisses me off. Even when she wakes up in the morning with puffy eyes and tangled hair that kind of makes her look like a rabid dog. Sure, were not 10 anymore and I don't hate her over stupid things anymore, I've matured. She's matured. Sure, we bicker but its not the same, it's more teasing and making each other laugh, and I like it, I don't know why, but I like it...