Jilted Junkies :||: Kenny x Reader || South Park Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty

I never really realized how weird Kyle looked... his nose was kinda big, and his skin so pastey. He also had thin lips, and pimples here and there, hiding among his hundreds of red freckles. Had to love the guy though. He really loves to talk with that angry mouth of his.

"Y/n!" He waved a hand in my face.

"What?" I giggled, realizing he had asked me a question. He scoffed.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" He asked me.

"I thought you guys were ditching." Stan said as he took a bite of his ham sandwich.

"We were... But then we went to see the cats, and... the old lady... man that college girl had huge tits." I giggled again as her braless boobs, covered by a thin, white crop-top, filled my head again.

"College girl?" Kyle shook his head in confusion.

"Hey... you guys ever think about how when you buy a bigger bed... you have more bed room... But less... bedroom..." Kenny blinked very slowly.

"Wooooah.... what were we talking about?" I looked back at Kyle.

"Oh my god... did you guys come back to school high?? Why do you guys always think these things are good ideas?? You're gonna get in so much trouble!" Kyle scolded us.

"Only like Y/n and Kenny to go get hella baked, and decide the best place to enjoy their high is at school." Stan laughed.

"Hell yeah. Now this place is actually enjoyable." I smiled.

"Oh my God... it's only been half an hour, those brownies have barely kicked in yet..." Kenny said after squinting at the clock across the lunch room.

"What?? Ohoho- man I thought I was already fucked up...!" I sighed with a laugh.

"I'm so glad I have the right mind not to make such stupid desicions." Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Kyle. You're just mad because you're too much of a pussy to show up to school high." Kenny teased, pointing a drowsy finger at him.

"W-wha- pussy?" Kyle responded with shock.

"You heard me." Kenny leaned tiredly onto his arm.

"Stan- choosing not to show up to school all fucked up, doesn't make me a pussy, does it?" Kyle looked at his friend.

"Uhm... well... not in my eyes, I guess, Kyle." He shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kyle furrowed his brow with worry.

"I mean... it's not like I show up to school completely sober every day..." Stan mentioned, pulling on his coat collar.

"What? Dude, what are you talking about?" Kyle questioned.

"What? Stan's never let you take a sip from his water bottle?" I giggled.

"No!... you guys know I'm weird about pee, and drinking from the same cup!" Kyle justified himself.

"It's ok, Kyle... I never really thought you'd want any, anyway." Stan insisted, picking up his water bottle from beside his feet.

"Why??" Kyle questioned as Stan unscrewed the lid. He put the container to his nose, and immediately Kyle's nostrils were violated with a strong, alcoholic fume.

"Stan!!" Kyle covered his nose, jolting away from the bottle.

"You brought blue-rasberry vodka to school?!" He gasped.