Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Chapter Eight

*Eric's P.O.V.*

 I watched (Y/N) walk out of the kitchen holding a large bottle that was obviously not beer.

"Watcha got there?" I asked her.

Her eyes lit up, "Clyde gave me this, and it's soooooo good?"

Clyde came up behing her and slung is arm around her shoulder, "Did you finish that Rumchata already?"

She giggled and nodded uncontrolably.

"This stuff is way better than the other stuff, Clyde," she slurred.

"(Y/N), I dont think Kyle would aprove-"

"Kyle doesn't like fun," she cut me off.  "He won't even have sexx with me."

I was caught off guard, but was pleasently surpised by how out of control she had gotten. Her filter was gone.

"You want sex?" Clyde questioned, slowly moving in on the poor girl.  "I could give you a much better dicking than Kyle ever could, you know?"

"Hey!" the firey ginger yelled at the top of the staairs.  "What are you doing?  Who gave her that?"

He ripped the bottle out of her hands, and she let out a whimper.

"Kyle, you should come home with me," she smirked, pushing herself against him.  "If you don't, Clyde told me he'd show me a good time."

"(Y/N), you're too drunck to understand what you're doing," Kyle sighed.

"I'm fine," she swore.

"We're leaving, " he grunted.

"No!" she screamed.  "i want to have fun!"

"Fine, stay here," he rolled his eyes, leaving the premises.

"(Y/N), Kyle just left you," I pointed out.

"I know," she teared up.  "He won't love me."

"i bet Clyde would love you," I suggested.

Her gaze focused on the player of the school, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, I can make you feel real good," he responded. "You want to feel loved?"

She quickly nodded.

Clyde gave her back the large bottle Clyde took from her, "Let's go upstairs, and the real party can start."

She took another swig and followed him upstairs where the two of them stayed for the rest of the night.