I followed Kyle to his table as his three friends stared at me.
"(f/n), This is Stan, Cartman and Kenny." Kyle smiled at me as he sat down next to the one he called Stan. Stan had raven black hair that peeked out from under his red and blue fleece hat. He wore a brown jacket that I have seen before in the class room. He was the boy that was always absorbed with that one girl in the class that always wore a purple beanie. I always thought he was fuck boy but making eye contact with his silvery eyes I could see the sweetness of his soul. I mean they do always say "the eyes are the window to the soul". Okay so I'm a bit of a fucking nut, that's what happens when you isolate yourself from others. You turn into a freak. At least I lock my sociopathic side of my self in my head, unlike those morons claiming they talk to the dead.
"Your name is (f/n) right?" The boy sitting across from me started laughing hysterically, pulling me away from my current conversation in my head. His fat shook around him as he laughed, the boy wasn't extremely over weight, but definitely enough to catch the eye of a stranger. Chubs. That name suited him perfectly, Little chubby chubkins, chubby chubbers, fatty mcflabby! I mentally started laughing at my cruelness but his words distracted me before the laughter burst out of my mouth.
"Oh my god. You have no idea how badass you where yesterday, I mean damn. I'm usually the one pulling that shit. We would make a good team (c/e) eyes." Cartman smiled at me as he said this. I felt my eyes grow wide that the name "(c/e) eyes" it felt a bit strange being called something other than my actual name. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he brought up what I did yesterday, but maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I mean it did cause me to make friends. At least I think I can call them friends.
"Cartman, do you ever just shut the fuck up?" Kyle buried his face into his hands with an exageratted sigh.
"I dont know, Do you ever shut the fuck up Jew boy?" Cartman looked at Kyle with a serious face.
"You are such a fat asshole Cartman" Kyles face got red with anger. I was just about ready to break up the argument when I felt someone sit on the other side of me.
"Hey (f/n), You wanna hang out later after school?" Kenny had parshally unzipped his hood so i could here his voice clearly. The brown and orange coast made his light blue eyes really stand out to me. It was almost as if I was getting a glimpse of heaven through his eyes. It freaked me out getting the aroma of death from him. I shuttered and veered my eyes away from his.
"Kenny fucking stop trying to get into every girls pants." Stan let his emotionless voice put in his two cents before I could even answer. I rolled my eyes, It seemed like kenny was only trying to be kind to me, even though I would have said no anyway, just sitting by him made me feel unsafe, but to be kind I continued his conversation.
"Well Kenny, what do you have in mind-" I was cut off by chubs again.
"Kenny you're such a poor piece of shit I dont even know why you try." Cartman Mummbled out his words through a mouth full of cheesy poofs. Kenny shot Cartman a dirty look before turning back to me.
"Well?" he looked at me with kindness in his eyes. But I was yet again cut off before I could give him an answer.
"(y/n), dont. Kenny I know you are going to try and pull stuff. Shes my friend, Just dont this time okay?" Kyle seemed annoyed at the fact that Kenny even asked me at all. But Kenny just nodded and walked back to where he was prviously sitting.
"But hey, (y/n) if you really dont have anything to do, maybe we could all hang out at my house after school?" Kyle asked me while occasionally staring at the others. They all began nodding while they where digging into their food.
"Well sure, I have no where else to be." I smiled at them while I began finshing up the rest of my lunch. Huh, I guess I have made some friends.

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Sick Of It (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)
FanfictionYou have lived in Southpark your entire life but nobody has ever really noticed you, nor have you really noticed any of them. You grew up being a single child and your parents are overally controlling, so controlling that you never have really known...