Sick Of It (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

City Wok

As we continued our walk to the Chinese restaurant, I painfully tried keeping my mind off of the guys staring at me. But it was certainly difficult. They all had called each other out on it, but what struck me the most is that Kyle was looking, but was getting mad when the others did it. I wonder if he likes me, or if he's just trying to be a friend like he said earlier. I mean he is a boy, and all boys are the same in some ways. Maybe it was hard for them not to stare at a women. My heart felt like it had softened to mush when my thoughts came to that conclusion. Thinking about Kyle looking at other girls made my heart sink with.. anger? This is all because of that stupid dream I had last night. I'm letting it get into my head! We walked into the restaurant and took a seat. When the waiter greeted us, he gave us our menus. All the guys started talking about the movie as they picked out what dish they wanted to be served. I stayed quiet, knowing already what I wanted, I barely listened to their conversation and looked around the table. I sat at the end, Kyle across from me with Stan sitting next to him. Then next to Stan sat Craig, and next to me was Butters and Kenny. I was starting to like Butters. He was very shy but was also very well mannered. I respected him for that. The waiter came back to are table to collect our orders. Everybody ordered a dish that had sounded like vomit on a plate. Then as always, I ordered the same thing I always do. General Tso's chicken with rice, and a glass of Pepsi. I don't care for Pepsi that much. I only order to hear the waitress repeat it back. It always makes me laugh how they pronounce it. After the waiter walked away Butters and Stan had started commenting on the movie, Craig was on his phone, obviously texting someone and Kenny was staring out the window. Kyle and I where just sitting there in silence. I tried my best not to make I contact. I tapped my fingers against the table. Examined my nails thoroughly, I even played with strands of my hair.

"Here are your six Pesi's" The waiter pronounce. A suttle laugh went around the table as the waiter set down our drinks and placed our straws down. I reached for my straw as my hand collided with Kyle's. Our eyes gazed upon each other's for just a moment before we both pulled a straw away and set it in our glasses. Kyle's eyes where the same shade as they appeared in my dream. A gorgeous emerald green, almost cut like diamonds. His lashes covered them up as he looked down at his drink, sipping it up from his straw. Everything was silent as I gazed upon Kyle's perfectly plump pink lips. After he was done, he licked his lips quickly, leaving them so desirable. His eyes found my (e/c) ones, then I heard Craig clear his throat. I turned my head to see all four guys staring at me wide eyed. Craig looked from me to Kyle, back to me. My hands began to shake as I realized they all noticed me staring at Kyle. I could feel my face start heating up as I started fidgeting with my coat that laid in my lap. I swept my (c/h) hair behind my ears and turned to face Craig crossing my legs.

"Y-yes Craig?" I said as I took my drink and drew in a mouth full of Pepsi while looking up at him. Craig was still looking wide eyed at me before he looked down to check his phone again.

"Well, (y/n). I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and Tweek tomorrow. We where thinking we could-" I cut Craig off before he could finished his sentence.

"Yupp, sure, yeah." I said very quickly, not being able to control my embarrassment from a moment ago. I slapped my hand against the table preparing myself to stand.

"Umm.. I-ill be right back." I stood up and started walking to the bathroom, I miss placed my steps, and ran my shoulder straight into the wall of the hall way, the impact spinning me around to see the five guys looking at me. I waved my hand close to my shoulder, then turned around and ran to the bathroom. I supported myself at a sink and let the cold water run from the faucet. I cupped my hands under the running water and splashed it on my face. The cold water help the blush that stained my cheeks. I grabbed a paper towel and lightly patted the water off my face. I looked in the mirror. My face was back to a normal. I thought I actually looked quite pretty. This gave me confidence. I was being so stupid, over thinking about my actions. Everybody gazes off on thing they don't really mean to, right? Of course they do, I'm just being dumb. I straightened my back so I stood a bit taller and made my way back to the table. The food had already been served and the guys where chowing down. I sat down and joined them. The sweet yet tangy chicken was so delicious mixed with rice. It felt nice to eat out with some friends, I'm finally being social and it felt great. I needed to stop worrying about every little thing I did and learn to enjoy it. With these thoughts running through my head I became more confident in myself. I could feel Kyle staring at me as he was eating. I looked up and made eye contact with him and smirked, winking. He stopped moving and stared at me, his right cheek puffed out where he had stuffed the chicken. I giggled at his priceless reaction. Just then someone had moved a chair between me and Kyle at the end of the table.

"What the hell are you doing here fat ass!?" Kyle's anger got the best of him when he saw Cartman sitting down with us. Cartman looked better than he did this morning. He looked like he had taken a shower, and the swelling around his eye seemed to have dropped just enough for him to partially open it. He was wearing his usual hat and red coat.

"I'm not talking to you Jew." Cartman slid his chair so he was closer to me.

"(y/n), listen I'm terribly sorry about last night. And I'm not just saying this because the Jew rat is here. I'm saying it because I'm sorry. I need you to know, that if I knew that it was going to upset you I never would have done it." Cartman's eyes synced with mine, and all I could feel was his true sympathy.

"It's okay Cartman, I forgive you." I sent him my most forgiving smile. He smiled back and stood up from his chair.

"(y/n) call me Eric." Cartman's words sent me in shock. He hated it when ever anyone called him by his first name. Even I knew that, and I never really bothered to pay attention. The table was silent, and I didn't even have to look to know all the guys had the same facial expression as me.

"None of you ever heard this! You got it! This stays between me and (y/n). And if I here a single rumor about this at school, you can bet all your asses I will do something that will make you regret you where even born." Cartman grabbed a sugar role from Kyle's plate and stuffed it into his mouth. He then stepped backwards while pointing at all the guys as he spoke. After he finished his thought, he walked out of the restaurant, leaving us all speechless.

"Umm, well I think I'm gonna get going home now, its getting late." I stood whipping my mouth off with a napkin and putting on my coat. Kyle rose with me.

"I can walk you home if you like." Kyle's kind gesture was sweet. But it was getting close to eleven o'clock at night and he lived on the opposite end of town, I wasn't going to make him take that trip alone a second night in a row.

"Oh no Kyle, you live so far away, really I'm fine going by myself. Ill see you guys later." I saw the disappointment in Kyles face as I made my way for the door.

"Hey (y/n)! Don't forget about tomorrow! Me and Tweek will be at your place around four pm!" Shit, I thought to myself. I totally forgot about that. I nodded at Craig before I walked out the door. Well at least I can try to sleep in tomorrow.