Stan
"HEY WATCH OUT!" a (familiar) frantic shout alerted as you walked around the area that the boys were practicing game play in american football. Curious to see what was happening, you turned your head only to be met with hard smack to the face, making everything go black.
Stan's POV
"What the fuck dude?!" I yelled, approaching the bast*** that sent the spheroid ball flying towards (Y/N). "What the hell was that for?!" I interrogated, grabbing him by the collar and bringing to close, looking into his fearful eyes with my fierce ones.
"I-It was an accident, honest!" he cried in his defence as I growled. As I was about to say something, I heard small snickers around me and pulled away to glare at them. They instantly shut up and when I made sure that they'd stay quiet, I began walking over to (Y/N), who wasn't being helped by anyone, the teacher would have helped but he left us for a couple of minutes because he wanted to get something. "Sheesh, he's too protective over a damn girl. What a puss-" before the a**hole could finish, I had already knocked him unconscious. He's already hurt (Y/N), insult me when I'm mad and he better bet he'll feel that punch for a week.
After finally getting to (Y/N), I examined where she got hit and scowled after seeing a bruise forming. Picking her up carefully and skilfully placing her in a position where I was giving her a piggy back, I made my way to the Nurse's office.
"Hey nurse, sorry but (Y/N) got hit by a spheroid football." the words tasted bitter in my mouth. How could I let this happen to one of my best friends? (Other than Kyle)
"Oh god, put her on the bed please." the nurse ordered as I obliged diligently.
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Groaning, you woke up to a dull pain on your right cheek - just bellow your eye - you also felt something ice cold being pressed on it.
"Oh good, you're awake." a familiar voice sighed with relief.
"S-Stan?" you asked, getting up with a wince.
"Yeah, it's me. Are you feeling okay?" he asked, lowering the ice pack that he held against your cheek.
You shrugged, giving a weak smile, "A little...what happened?" you asked as he looked down quite guiltily.
"Well, someone accidentally sent the spheroid football flying towards you. Im sorry I didn't realise soon enough to warn you quicker." he apologised. Looking down, you saw his hands clenching and smiled softly.
"So it was you that shouted to me..." he looked away and nodded, "you don't have to apologise, things happen. There's no need for you to blame yourself. Thanks for trying to save me Stan." you thanked, pulling him into a hug that he slowly returned.
"N-no-" he coughed, "no problem.." he muttered into your shoulder.
Kyle
You and Kyle were trying to study with the rest of the gang. Stan and Kenny were doing okay but Cartman was starting to get on everyone's nerves. He just couldn't stop from complaining about how he doesn't have time to studying and that he'd rather eat some KFC. You can relate but he was basically stating the obvious over and over again. Yes, everyone doesn't want to be studying right now. Yes, we'd rather do something else. Yes, they shouldn't be giving us this much work over something that we might not even use in the future but can't he just keep it to himself and let the rest of you get on with the work.
"Cartoon can you please shut up? We're trying to get on with out work here." you pouted as Cartman pulled a scowl.
"What? You think you're smarter then me now? Don't act so big when you're clearly not!" he hissed before picking up a book and throwing it at you. The sound of the book hitting you resounded through the room, followed up with a wince.
