♡ - 『 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend...
(A/N): Chapter 4 is out finallyyyyy!! I'm getting used with the Wattpad format now ^_^ UGH this chapter is kinda cringe and rushed a bit >.<
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To your horror, Kyle found out you were talking with Craig. You had to expect it, I mean he's your neighbor, and the fact that you walked home with Craig didn't help at all. Cartman was glad, saying things about how he can't wait to throw you out the friend group, to wich the rest dismissed instantly.
"I told you guys, chicks just aren't fit for us." Cartman spoke again, putting his hands up in defense. Stan groaned at his stupid words, shaking his head in disapproval. They all wanted to keep you away from Craig, they were sure he was a bad influence on you.
"That's pretty gay." Kenny's words were muffled as he sighed at him as well.
While they were all bickering, Kyle couldn't find out why you were hanging out with him out of all people. Sure, he couldn't control who you liked or who you befriended, and he certainly didn't want to do that, but why him out of all the other kids?
Craig hated them, and usually tried humiliating them, that's one of the main reasons Stan, Kenny, Kyle and Cartman had the same feelings for the 'annoying' boy. Kyle surely had to talk to you, he just had to wait for you to sit down at their table again.
You showed up, the grip on your tray tightening as you saw their disappointed faces. You raised a brow as you slowly sat down, examining them one by one.
Except Cartman, you'd probably vomit if you looked at him for too long. You weren't sure why they looked at you that way. Your came quickly came up to your mouth, wiping the corners, thinking that maybe you had something on your face. But that wasn't the problem at all.
"So, Y/N, it has come to our observation that you're talking with Craig?" Stan inquired, his fingers interwining together as he held his elbows up on the table, acting like a boss hiring his employee. You couldn't lie, not to them, so you came clean and told the truth about yesterday.
"Well maybe it's because some jerks decided to leave me all alone and walk home without me. So then Craig just simply came up to me, since apparently we live in the same direction." You argued honestly, crossing your arms over your chest, a little upset. Stan's brows raised and he glanced towards Kyle, who was already looking at him.
"Oh, yeah. We forgot about that..." Stan spoke up, voice barely above a whisper. Kyle nodded, gazing towards you, his lips forming a thin line.
"Yeah, uh, we were rushing home, we wanted to do get done with our homework, and play some games..." Kyle answered, looking to the side to avoid eye contact. Stan nodded quickly.
"You took too long- OW dude what the heck?" Stan added, but was cut off by Kyle stomping on his foot under the table, all the while the ginger boy was forcing a smile.