Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Chapter Seven

~Time Skip~

I spent the next two months at Kyle's side.  Everything was me by him.  Every class we had together, everyday after practice, when I wasn't with Kyle, I had managed to make friends with Butters.  The girls still didn't approve of me too much.  When they were in the hall talking, they stopped when they saw me.  When they were in the bathroom, they left when I entered.  That didn't matter much to me though.  I had Kyle.

Notice how I said had...

It was a Friday night, and happened to be the last home football game.  Kyle was not the party type, not that I could blame him.  He was a smart guy.  He devoted his time to school, sports, and me.  But everyone was going to be at this party.  Stan also kept pushing at him, so he decided why not.

We went to Clyde's shortly after Kyle had showered after they won the game.  Now, I had never been to a party, especially one like Clyde Donovan's. 

Now, like I said Kyle is not the party type.  He despised that Stan liked it, but it's not like Kyle had never had a drink. I heard previous stories of Kyle that past summer partying.  It all came to an end after he wrecked his car, but tonight Stan was really pushing it.

So here we were at Clyde's house.  Now, I've never had a drink, causing the night to get extremely interesting extremely fast.  I knew Kyle didn't like girls who partied and threw themselves at guys, but I had no intentions of doing this.  For it was after this night that I found out that Kyle Broflovski didn't love me nearly as much as I loved him...more that he didn't love me at all.

When we pulled up to the house, you could hear the music inside, along with seeing a bunch of idiots outside either making out or breaking shit.  I followed Kyle inside the house.  He was quite calm about the entire situation, while I was freaking out.  Most people were already half naked and slurring their words.

It wasn't long until I lost Kyle.  My nervousness tripled.  I was in an unfamiliar place with people who didn't overly like me...well at least the girls.  

I wandered through the house in search for Kyle and somehow ended up in the kitchen, which was nice considering it was empty.  I let out a relieved sigh and gazed out the window.

"Why hello there," a male voice greeted behind me.

I turned around in hopes to see Kye, but unsurprisingly it wasn't him.  Instead it was the notorious hot himself, Clyde Donovan.  

This boy was known for being sly.  He had gotten into so many girls pants, twice the amount than Kenny, which was saying something.  I never would have guessed he would get into mine but this isn't the type of stuff you can just predict.

"Hey, have you had a drink?" Clyde asked.

I felt my heart race.  His eyes tore into me like a predator ready to take his prey. 

I slowly shook my head.

"You look tense," he commented, making his way over to the fridge.

He pulled out a beer and tried to hand it to me.

"No thank you," I politely denied. 

"Come on.  You came to have fun, right?"

"I don't think Kyle would-"

"Is Kyle here?" he cut me off.

I shook my head.

"Does Kyle control you?" he asked.

I shook my head again.

"Then, what's one beer? Kyle is off with Stan smashing beers.  What's the harm?" he questioned, handing me the beer.

I hesitantly took a sip and instantly spit it into the sink.

Clyde chucked, "Your first?"

I nodded my head, trying to figure a way t get the foul taste out of my mouth.

"Well, I didn't want to take this stuff out, but I do want you to have a good time," he shrugged.

He made his way to the sink and pulled out various bottles from the cabinet. 

"You like Cinnamon Toast Crunch?" he asked.

"Like the cereal?" I questioned. 

He nodded.

"Well yeah," I answered.

"Okay try this" he suggested, handing me a bottle.

I looked at the white bottle in my hand.  Across the front it said 'Rumchata'. I gave Clyde a questioning look, and he nodded.

I took a sip, and a warm feeling spread throughout me.

This is really good.

I took another sip and another after that.

Clyde let out another laugh, "If you finish that, you should go after the birthday cake vodka. It's sweet like you."

He gave me a wink before leaving the kitchen, where I continued to down the heavenly liquid.