The Four Seasons

It's Her - Chapter Nine

A/n - Eric's POV From when Reader comes to his house, till he heads out for wherever he intends to go.

I'm still unsure why I even agreed to a study session with all of us, but I did. Maybe it's because sheasked, but I've never been one to go along like that, just because someone else wants me to. I've only noticed it a few select times. For instance, a few weeks ago (Y/n) and I were playing a few games with each other, when - Jesus Christ, I hate this prick sometimes- Kyle, called her. Made her drag me off to the hospital with her, for some silly little accident. She could have gone later, she could have done it on her own time, not ours.
Maybe it's because she asked, but that also sounds like a load of horseshit. A full firm knock sounds on my door, breaking me away from thought.
Grumbling, I respond, "Yes?"

"Oh, Eric, honey? You in there"" I nod my head, begrudgingly getting off my bed. I open the door a slight crack to reveal my mother.

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"Oh, Y/n is here! Why don't you come down to greet her?" I roll my head gently back and forth, weighing imaginary options in my head.

"Okay," I grumble, opening the door all the way. Mom gives me one of her 'looks,' and begins to walk away when I slam my door shut in response.

"Eric Theodore Cartman, why must you do this, nonetheless when we have a guest over!"
"God didn't know," I pause for a moment, subconsciously looking down at my attire. "Is it Y/n?"
My mother sighs, nodding her head. "Yes, Eric," and she sort of nods over to the stairs. "Be nice to her, and all your other friends when they get here, alright?"

Grunting in response, I roll my eyes, continuing to walk down the hall. Out of nowhere, he grabs my arm roughly, yanking me back. "Eric, alright?" I nod back again, pulling my arm back to myself.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. I got it." I find my way down the stairs, in long, slow strides. I sneak my head around the corner, spying Y/n seated on the couch, with her bag between her feet.

"Hey," she says, offering the seat beside her. Mostly happy, I take it. "I, uh, how was school? I didn't see you much today, except lunch I guess, and the bus, but that wasn't quite my point, I-"

"Woah, geez, that's a lot of talking," classic, embarrassingly awkward Y/n. Hiding her face behind her hands. God, she's so weird- so sweet though, but she's always been like this. "I haven't seen you this awkward since that night."
I didn't have to say much, she knew the night I was talking about, we all did. That night would always be ingrained into our memories, that night meant so much to me, and I'm sure all of us. It's the night I came up with that idiotic plan. Yeah, sure, I thought. Let's have her date all your little rivals. I've always been bitter about that night, but notbecause of her. I'd never want to be so angry because of her. She's tolerable and so lovely, and the way she says my name. I love her, no no no. I like her a lot. I would never be bitter at her for such a silly thing, but that doesn't stop me from being annoyed with everything else. Not from Stan, or Kenny, or even that bitch, Kyle. I was especially frustrated with Kyle, but- I need to stop focusing on him. I wonder what she thought about that night? I hope she doesn't carry the same hate for me as I bring for the rest of us.
When I look back over to Y/n she seems just as in the clouds as I was. She looks back up at me and out of her daze. She slumps her body sideways and curls her knees up, colliding gently with my body. I grumble slightly, but allow her to stay. She seemed far too soft, too fragile, to move her or shoo away.
"I really want to kiss you," she whispers, startling me somewhat at how soft her voice comes out. Wait, kiss me? Christ, Y/n.

"Isn't it like, oh I don't know, that fucking asshole's turn? You can't kiss me!" I grimace, Y/n looks back at me extremely unamused.

"He's got a name, you know, stop acting like such a dick. Plus, we're all sorta dating, are we not? It's really not much different-"

"Not much? It's totally different," I retort, feeling the pit of anger rise inside myself. Y/n sits back to her original spot, leaning against the armrest, in a clear point of deep thought. She looks furious, though.

Turning back to me, her face is sharp. "You know what, I don't know, Cartman. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's right, but don't act like you know the answer either, because you don't. We both know that." Her voice is high, and I try to shush her to give her a sort of warning. My mother is nearby, but she won't stop. She keeps going. But then she simply stops, looking away, and across the floor at the carpet. Her face holds a solemn and forlorn expression.

The doorbell is rung shortly after, and to be helpful, I offer to get it. She doesn't answer, not even a look. I fucked up good this time. Opening the door, I'm met with the rest of our group. "Get the hell in here," I grumbled.

"As nice as ever, I see," Kyle chuckles, dragging Stan into the house with him.

"Yeah, well, fuck you, Kyle."

"Great retort."

"You know, I don't have to let you in."

"Too late for that," Kyle smirks, "Plus, Y/n would be pretty upset with you. Speaking of her, where she at?" I point roughly at the direction of the living room, and he smiles at me, briefly. As he's about to turn the corner, he swivels back to me. "And try to be nice Cartman. For once in your life."
Everyone else follows in suit, and I trail behind, ready to get this night over with. Y/n perks up, noticing Kenny walking over to her. I roll my eyes at their interactions, she seems to smile at him when he talks, then she moves over to Kyle, picking up her stuff, and heading down the stairs. Kyle seems to mention something about math as we ascend the basement stairs.
Y/n's giggling and laughing with Kyle, then gives his cheek a small peck, setting me off. "Urgh, gross you guys!" She looks back at me, cold fire in her eyes.

"Oh, grow up!" She sets her bag down, walking a little closer to Kyle. I grumble slightly, finding a spot to sit in front of my big blue bean bag. Kenny's in the bean bag, and Stan next to him. Kyle and Y/n sit next to each other, somewhat cuddling into one another.
The rest of the night followed down a similar path, until something a little unexpected happened. I had made another stupid comment to the PDA between Y/n and Kyle. I shouldn't have, I know. But Y/n freaks out, and yells at us, then leaves. I think she might've broken up with us? Or she feels like we should...I hope it was neither, but she seemed really pissed at us. No, not just me. All of us. Y/n left in a hurry, and everyone else shortly after. I was left to wallow in pity, down in my basement.
"Why do I care so damn much? What she said, it wasn't true, was it? I-I don't do that," I whisper to myself, going over everything. She had said so much, so quick. A toy, yeah, that's what she said. I didn't treat her like a possession, did I? Maybe once in a while, I was a little more needy, a bit more protective, but not...God, I did do that to her. She must fucking hate me now. Though she did seem sad to possibly lose us- she said she loved us.
I really fucked up this time, but I just need to apologize, yeah. I grab my phone, and click on her contact, sending a quick message. I stuff my phone in my jacket, and race up the stairs, and out into the streets of our good ol' hometown, South Park. I accidentally leave the front door open, and I can hear my mother yelling at me in the distance.
"I have more important things to take care of!"

- I want to say sorrySent 9:43

Word Count: 1,466

A/n - Hey, It's me, Cloud!! I firstly would like to apologise for my long unexplained absence. I did not intend to be gone for so long, but I was dealing with a bunch of things. Fanfiction wasn't my number one thing to take care. Second, I'm really happy to be posting this today, because I had a lot of fun writing it. I was initially very worried about writing Cartman's chapter, as I wasn't sure exactly what I was planning for his character. But basically what I figured for his character is that Cartman is an asshole, but he's being given this chance to become a better person. There's a lot of things that pull him either way, but we hope he makes the better decision in the end. For now, I'll be heading off to work on the next chapter. I will probably take a break from posting after this arc, but I will still be working on the story.