𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; south park ☆

𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; stares

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"CONGRATS
for winning dude."

Kyle Broflovski congratulated his best friend, Stan. Who walked alongside him to class.

the black-haired boy had noticeable bags under his eyes, his drawn out yawn not helping his case of not having much sleep— as usual.

"Thanks."

Kyle raised an eyebrow at his best friend's more tired tone than usual, it wasn't a no-brainer that Stan always stayed up at night, but he wouldn't be yawning like this.

"what the fuck happened?"

Confused, Stan looked over at his friend with one eyebrow raised, "what do you mean?"

"I mean— you look and sound like shit dude, what happened?"

"Oh," Stan looked away from his ginger friend, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked off to the side, noticing a particular [H/C]—haired teenager. his eyes immediately widening.

Kyle noticed Stan's prolonged stare towards something, causing him to follow the direction of his eyes and up at what he was looking at. Or who he was looking at.

Kyle scrunched up his nose immediately.

"dude, why are you looking at [Y/N]? I thought you hated her."

"I do!"
Stan said defensively and a little too loud, a few people glancing at him in confusion before continuing on their way.

Kyle's eyes widened and he put his hands up in surrender, "okay okay, chill down bro..."

meanwhile, [Y/N] leaned against her locker, talking to Leslie, who was drinking motor oil from her concealed water bottle.

"Yesterday game tired me out soo bad,"
[Y/N] complained, her head bumping into her locker door. "I literally almost collapsed when I got home, I went straight to bed."

Leslie chuckled, causing [Y/N] looked at her friend to see what she was laughing at.

"Hm? What's funny?"

"Stan marsh is what's funny, look who's checking you out."

[Y/N] looked over to where Leslie had pointed, seeing Stan and Kyle glancing at her weirdly before looking away.

"What's their problem? what did I do this time?"

Leslie giggled at her friend's question and looked over at her, pulling her lips away from the straw of her water bottle.

"Not the first time, I saw Marsh checking you out during the game too."

[Y/N] nodded, her gaze still fixed on Stan and his best friend, who had pretended to have normal conversation so [Y/N]'s suspicions wouldn't raised.

"yeah I saw it too, it was weird though, and I don't wanna talk to him about it."

a grin gracing Leslie's face, the robot teenager turned the other way, [Y/N] following suit as the walked the opposite direction of Stan and his best friend, heading to class.

Stan looked behind him to where [Y/N] was standing, he slightly frowned but played it off.

"O—oh, she's finally gone."

Stan tried to sound nonchalant, but some sadness sneaked through his teeth.

Kyle looked down at Stan.

"Yeah? so what dude?"

Stan shook his head and pried his eyes away from [Y/N]'s locker.

"nothing, let's just get to class."

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