The Poor and the Pretty: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Thirteen

~Time Skip~

Two months had passed, and I gave up hope on Kenny.  I spent most of my time contemplating if I should try to contact him, but I remembered how it felt to be denied by Matthew, and I couldn't- I wouldn't.  I would never let someone make me feel that pathetic again.  As days went on, Matthew still went on to see me.  It stopped only about a week ago.  I wondered why he gave up, but I didn't want to know the answer.  

I wanted to act like I wasn't hurt by Kenny, but I was.  I was hurt really bad.  I was hurt like this before, and I turned to unhealthy things to fill the void.  I knew I shouldn't be drinking alone in my room the week days.  I shouldn't have been going to the parties on the weekend, but what did it matter?  I shouldn't have been talking to the guys I was talking to- hell, I lost Cartman, Kyle, and Stan- but, again, what did it matter?  I had fallen twice, and both times I had been dropped.

"(Y/N), before you shut me down again-"

"Clyde, I'll come to your party," I cut him off.

If Kenny doesn't want me to be around with Clyde, I'll go around him.

His jaw dropped, "Really?"

"Hell yeah," I winked before walking away.

*Kenny's P.O.V.*

"Mr. McCormick?" a knock at the door woke me.

"Um yeah?" I yawned.

"Someone is requesting to see you," she replied.

"Who?" I asked.

"Matthew Drale," she answered.

Matthew Drale?  I don't even know a Matthew-

"Mr. McCormick?" she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yeah, send him in," i pondered.

I watched a brunette male enter my room.  He had a devilious smirk spread acrossed his face.

Who was this guy?

*Your P.O.V.*

School got out, and I went home to get ready for the party.  I curled my hair, redid my make up, and changed.  I heard my phone buzz.  I saw that it was already 9:00 p.m. and knew it was Clyde.  I went out to my driveway to see his pickup sitting out there.  

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey," he smirked.

He reached in the back and pulled out a bottle of vodka, "I thought you might want to start early."

A grin formed on my face, "Don't mind if I do."

*Kenny' P.O.V.*

There was a solid minute of silence while this stranger stood in my room.

"Can I help you?" I finally broke the silence.

"What do you know of (Y/N) (L/N)?" he questioned with the same smirk.