(Kyle’s POV)
I was on my phone texting Tolkien about basketball practice tomorrow, when I received a voicemail from Stan. It made me excited, for some reason. I immediately clicked on it, but my mood deteriorated after hearing the first few sentences.
Stan’s dad hit him? So hard that it left a mark?…
No wonder he seemed so upset when I pointed out his cheek being red…god, I feel like such an asshole now. I listened to the rest of the voicemail, but it was just a bunch of drunken babble, as usual. I told Tolkien I had to go, and that id talk to him tomorrow at school.
When I woke up the next morning; I got ready extra fast, hoping to get tot he bus stop in time before cartman and Kenny get there. I didn’t share many classes with Stan, since I was in all AP, but he usually got to the bus earlier.
By the time I got there, though, Cartman was there.
“Hey fag! Why’s your cheek all red? You got a faggy crush, or something?” He teased.
“Fuck off, fatass.” I snapped, once I realized Stan wasn’t going to respond.
“Aww…look at you two, in love! Do you want Stan to suck your Jew-dick?”
Before I could respond, the bus arrived. I sat down next to Stan, but frowned as he gave me a glare. He just put in his air pods, not saying a word.
(Time skip)
I didn’t see Stan till lunch time. He was sitting with the girls again, so I sat across from him, next to Heidi.
He seemed out of it. He didn’t even acknowledge me. Not even the usual glare. I finally spoke up when I noticed he didn’t have a lunch.
“Why aren’t you eating?” I asked.
“Not hungry.” He said. Hell, who would be after they drank and their dad hit them?
“Well you’ve gotta eat something…” I said.
“Dude, lay off!” He snapped, and I did. I gave him a concerned look, though.
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Prohibited Feeling || StanXKyle
Fanfiction(cover made by me!! [Wil]) we're two on this account so this story was written by two ppl!! wil and lay !aged up! kyle barely hang out with his friends because he keeps studying or practicing with his basketball team and stan doesn't like it (worth...
