I Can't Believe You! (A Style FanFiction)

Chap.2: Fight or Flight

{Kyle's Pov}

The bell to a certain class period ends. I suddenly feel a hand jerk to my shoulder. Usually only my friends talk to me and it's unlike anyone to grab me like this. I quickly look over my shoulder to look at the tall man standing next to me.

"Hey Kyle, I'll catch you at lunch!" Stan smiled at me and ran out of the classroom. Suddenly, the tall man wasn't next to me. I felt as if, part of me was gone because he wasn't with me at that moment. He probably left to catch up with Wendy... Why'd he touch me like that? Why do I want his hand on me again? Can't help it, these feelings, I guess? I thought it was just normal teenage stuff... But i'm starting to doubt myself.

I slowly pack up the rest of me things and walk out of the classroom. Shyly, I move through the hallways. As time progressed and I grew up more, I became less social. I shut myself in more. Stan, Kenny, and Cartman are pretty much the only things that keep me somewhat social. Considering they are more so popular, I'm usually kept up with the speed of things and all the gossip. It's hard being a wallflower... Always standing on the outside, listening. Even as I'm walking through the hallways now, I can only manage to just listen... Hearing the girls talk about which guy has the tiniest dick in school... Hearing the guys talking about who's dick is bigger... High school is a complete joke...

I meander my way to the courtyard, casually looking around. Suddenly, I spot the tall blonde boy in orange sitting at a table.  I quietly made my way through and sat down. Kenny started an entirely pointless conversation about how he got head from two college girls at the same time at Clyde's party last night. Something that I really didn't need to know about. I mean who would want to be with two people at the same time? I don't get it.

Cartman eventually found his way to our table with two trays of food, and Kenny started to tell the story again to him. As I look off into the distance to see Stan and Wendy come out into the courtyard. He had his arm around her as he walked her too her table. He gently put one hand on her hip and one hand on her cheek. He softly put his soft pink lips on her extremely thin ones, then made his way over too our table. I don't know why, but my blood was boiling...

"Well at least they were girls this time, faggot." I hear Cartman scoff as Stan put his bag down and sat next to me. Why am I so angry? Kenny can't help that he likes both men and women? Why does he have to be made fun of for that? I don't want him to hear this, I don't want to hear this! I slammed my hands against the not very sturdy wooden table, feeling it shake underneath of my fists. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"What? It's not my fault Kenny likes to act exactly like those fruits! What the fuck are they even doing over there, shooting a porno?" I look over to see that he's point at Craig and Tweek. Craig had one hand on Tweek's upper arm and the other was down at his own side. One of Tweek's hand was on the side of Craig's face, and the other was on his chest. Tweek gave Craig a soft peck on the lips and they departed. Craig slowly hopped on his motorcycle and drove off, most likely heading off to get some fast food and coffee for him and his boyfriend. It was sweet, I saw nothing wrong with it. It's just love. I don't understand how Cartman, or anyone for that matter, could be so hateful toward someone for something as simple as love.

"All they did was kiss you asshole, their lives don't even affect you, so why don't you shut the fuck up!" I say extremely loudly, maybe a bit too loud.

"Why are defending a twink?! Nobody besides his little faggot boyfriend even cares about him. He could disappear tomorrow and no one would even notice." At that point, everyone was listening to our argument, including a sobbing Tweek. I stood up, about to scream the most hateful comment when I felt a hand try to push me back down.

"Look, I think it's time for you to shut the hell up man... Everyone's uncomfortable." Stan said very calmly. Suddenly, Cartman stood up and strutted his way to Tweek. He was shaking beyond believe.

"You're so disgusting, you and your human fuck toy made me almost puke." Cartman spat in his face, making him twitch and shake even more.

"I-It was ju-just a k-kiss..." Tweek was obviously scared. Usually this didn't happen because he was usually with Craig. And nobody would fuck with Tweek knowing that Craig could literally kill someone in a fight, that's the temper he has. But since Craig isn't here, Tweek is a victim under Cartman's torture.

"Oh, are you nervous about being around another guy? God, you are such a fag whore! I bet you're even hard right now!" Cartman grabbed the hem of Tweek's shirt and pants, getting ready to expose him in front of everyone.

"Cartman not cool, just fucking st-" As Stan was trying to handle this situation with words, I went and handled it my own way. I socked Cartman right on the jaw. That sure as hell shut him up. He started crying and acting like a baby. Stan and I grabbed our bags and took a sobbing Tweek to the guidance counselors office. As were walking away, administration was already out there, and they saw everything... Our principal gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"Good job kid."