Those bastards (Kenny McCormick x Reader)

Chapter 5: Secrets

Kenny's Pov:

Today was the day that I manned up and told (y/n) how I felt. I was tired of all the bullshit really. You know? Me being a little bitch entirely. I had no one to blame but myself. Misery is useless if you're the one putting yourself through it. I know how she feels about Michael but if I don't get this off of my chest, then my misery will continue to remotely ruin my life.

I decided I would tell her as myself, not mysterion, so after lunch with Stan and Kyle, I found a way to get her out of Garrisons class.

"(Y/N)..." I pulled down my hood so she could hear me clearly.

"Umm, Kenny? Why'd you pull me out of class? And why were you ignoring me? What in the god damn fuck? Why did you run away from..." Suddenly I kissed her...

I didn't know what was going through my head then, but she didn't push me back like I thought she would.

"(Y/N), listen... I like you a lot. When I first met you, I thought you deserved better than to be friends with a guy like me. I'm poor, I'm an asshole, I'm a pervert, but you are golden. I couldn't destroy that so I went away. Then I found out you were dating Michael, and I got jealous. I should have said something...god damn it. I'm so sorry (Y/N). Please don't hate me."

I turned away and punched the locker.

(Y/N) Pov:

I wasn't expecting much to happen today, but suddenly I was pulled out of Garrison's class by none other than that mysterious golden haired boy I met on my first day. I was filled with mixed emotions already, and on top of that he kissed me. Even worse, I didn't pull away.

"...Please don't hate me." Kenny finished.

"Kenny I'm sorry...look there was a possibility of me liking you when we first met, but I am dating someone so I can't..."

"I understand (Y/N)."

"I still want to be friends..."

"Alright", Kenny sighed. "I Just had to get that off of my chest."

As I watched Kenny walk away, I thought more about that kiss. I did feel something. It was weird...I didn't feel anything with Michael. Is that supposed to mean something? Maybe it was because I was caught by surprise? It has to be...

I came to the conclusion that it was better to keep it a secret and pretend it didn't happen at all.

Kenny's pov:

As I predicted, she rejected me. "Oh well", I said to myself smirking. I can always go to Bebe for this kind of thing.

"Hey, slut" I laughed, approaching Bebe.

"What do you want this time Ken?"

"Make it the usual darling. Kill me with your many STDs. I got rejected, so I would rather die from amusement than the alternative if you get my drift."

"Oh...alright Ken, just give me a minute. I haven't finished sucking this guy's dick." Bebe said sarcastically.

In a nutshell, Bebe is my bottom bitch. She gives me pleasurable death when I fail to have a pleasurable life. I've been visiting her every night since (Y/N) rejected me. It's becoming a problem really. I think I'm catching her disease...meaning I might actually like the slut. Ah, well that's gonna have to stay a secret. I can't get rejected twice in a week. That's borderline pathetic. Like Butters pathetic.

It's not as awkward with (Y/N) anymore. I've been sitting with her at lunch and we are becoming good friends. She didn't tell Michael about our kiss, and I'm actually relieved. I didn't want to get beat up by that non-conformist dike for kissing her. I still show up as mysterion, but not as often anymore. I think she's starting to put two and two together, but I don't think it's phasing her.