"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 15 | Am I Third Wheeling Now Or...

Kyle's POV

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"Okay, but like, why are they playing music from 2012?" Clyde muttered under his breath, handing the dollar bill over to the cashier working at the food stand. I was standing nearby, hanging out near the far end of the hall while eating a small bag of off-brand chips. Kenny and Stan went somewhere, in which I wasn't allowed to go along.

I do have to agree with Clyde though; stop playing songs like Call Me Maybe and Gangnam Style, it's been ages since then. Sighing, I looked up and down the hall once again, hoping to see someone I was actually pretty decent terms with--

"Hey Kyle~" The one person I did not want to hear said, probably planing to ruin my night once again. "What is it this time, huh? Gonna try sabotaging the dance, taking a piss in the fruit punch, or what?" I retorted, just wanting him to get out of my face with his stupid bullshit.

"Geez, you don't have to be so rude! But I wanted to ask if you wanted to dance with the most awesome person in the whole damn world!" He exclaimed, taking my free hand into his own (by force). I heard a few kids snickering, whispering to each other about this whole situation. Sadly, before I could pull my hand back, I was being dragged into the gymnasium, dropping the chip bag on the ground along the way.

"CARTMAN! WHAT THE HELL?!" I shouted as I finally got my hand out of his tight grip, both my hands now in a position to punch the crap out of him. The thing is, he actually looked... sincere and... umm... what's the word... harmless? I don't know, but it was pretty freaking creepy to see him act like a normal human being for once. I lowered my fist slightly as he walked closer to me, only to make my face heat up.

"Kyle, I-I know you want me as well, so let's just go and be together like I've- we've always wanted it to be, r-right?" He stuttered, a slightly crazy look in his eyes. I recognized that look, but it was contradicting heavily with how he was acting and saying. My mind went blank, and I couldn't even formulate a response before I felt something warm touching my lips.

I snapped back into reality to actually notice me that the fatass was actually kissing me, only for him to receive a punch in the face. Thing is, it wasn't from me, who was still in shock over this. I wiped my mouth as the rest of the school went dead silent, the volume of the music being turned down about 90% percent or so. Everyone was staring at Kenny, who had been the one to knock Cartman out. He stood there, nails still digging into his palms.

"Holy shit..." Kenny muttered, backing up so he was next to me, finally processing what was going on around me. We both had almost the same expression, but his eyes were filled with anger instead of surprise. I glanced at him before looking back at Cartman, groaning on the floor in agony.

"You... just punched Cartman," I mumbled, Stan finally running over from the corner he was in. He looked at the damage, smiling for some reason. I would've been laughing as well if I wasn't in shock. But either way... it was pretty funny to see him hurt because he did deserve it.

"Yeah I did," Kenny replied, a small smirk forming on his lips as his eyes lit up, some of the kids starting up their own conversations once more and going back to what they were doing as if nothing had happened. In all honesty, this has to have been one of the most normal things to happen in South Park.

"Thanks," I said, walking away out of the gymnasium and back to the corner I was hanging out at. I also grabbed some extra money out of my pocket to buy another chip bag, Cartman making me drop the previous one.

"Hey, Kyle! Why don't you come with us, since you're supposed to be in our group of whatever we are," Stan finally said, wrapping an arm around Kenny's waist (he looked very uncomfortable in that position from his facial expression). The decision swayed in my mind for a moment before settling in on the "go with them" decision.

The three of us went off, Cartman still lying in the middle of the floor and crying as if he was dying on the floor. I looked back as the other two took me out, some people still standing around and whispering, most likely gossiping, about us. Yes, us: the trio of guys who just casually walked outside after being the main source of what just happened to mister Eric Cartman, the one who would probably get revenge on us just for pleasure.

"Just ignore them, Kyle. That's what I've learned to do," Kenny mumbled in my ear as Stan what chatting to him about some random thing that happened to him in a new and popular game. I'm pretty sure Kenny wasn't interested at all because he just kept nodding and saying, "Okay," or, "Cool." I was just listening in, not really having any input on their conversation as I stood there idly. I would've left already and hung out with Clyde and Token if I really had to, but Stan would probably just drag me back. Kenny tried to get out a few times as well, but a little less sub-

"HEY EVERYONE!" A voice shouted through the speakers in the gym, the volume being so loud that it echoed through the hallways of the school.

 "I KNOW WHO MYSTERION IS! AND IT'S NONE OTHER THAN KENNY MCCORMICK HIMSELF!"

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