If lies could be read

And I.....Oop

Kevin's POV

Ok so if a jock kid who is like the school 'it' boy wants to hang out with you, and you happen to be the gay boy what would you do?
Nothing?

God damn it I need advice. What does this mean? Is he pretending to be friendly so that he can beat me up at a later date?
No in the small amount of time that I've known him, I can safely say that Clyde Donovan isn't gonna beat me up. In fact I trust him. That's a big thing to me. Trust.

But he's somehow earned it.
I don't even know what he's done.
Maybe it's the type of person he truly is, or maybe it's just the fact that I'm gay and it's a gay thing to just trust a jock cos you wanna get in his pants.
Nah I'm not the type to do that. Trust is a precious thing it's a word that can't just be thrown around, that's how I see it anyways.

"Kevin sit."
Oh we're at a pond. I've heard of this place and I was planning on visiting at some point.
It's one of the most romantic yet dangerous places in South Park. Many people are murdered here but then many experience their first kiss......
Or so I've heard.

"So what are we doing at a pond? Are you gonna push me in?" I ask just after I sat down next to him.
"Kevin god damn it." Clyde mutters while rolling his eyes. But it's in a playful way.
"What? I'm sorry but I have to be prepared."
"For what?" He questions
"The end."
"The end of what?"
I pause and think.
"I don't know just The end."
"I don't even know what to say here."
He chuckles.

"And to answer your question we're enjoying the stress free environment."
I raise and eyebrow but he looks forward towards the landscape and so I copy his actions.
"It's the one place where I don't need to worry about anything." He sighs and a light smile appears on his face.

"Its so peaceful. I didn't think you'd like things like this." I admit.
He chuckles. "Yeah I guess this is pretty unexpected."
"So........ do you like being best friends with Bebe?" He asks hesitantly.
"Well I haven't really got to know her but from what I can see she's a bit of a...."
I didn't want to say anything rude because it is his girlfriend.

"Bitch? Cunt? Asshole? Fucker? Fake posing idiot? Heartless user?" Clyde lists off.
"Wow how long did it take you to come up with that list?"
"A few months."
That makes me laugh and it makes a grin come to his face.
"Well I guess those words could be used."
"Damn right and those are just a few." I think he actually has a strong dislike towards his girlfriend.
I don't blame him I mean I've seen a small portion of what she does.

"Did Bebe know about your condition?" I ask starting to feel tears in my eyes.
I really can't believe he goes through this it must be horrific. His life seemed bad enough already.

"No she didn't. Did she see if I was ok?"
He asks probably thinking he already knows the answer.
Well he's wrong cos technically she did.
"At the beginning she did but then she ran off. I saw her after but she didn't seem very upset." I thought that he should know everything.
Not just half truths.

"Probably went back to Token or something." He doesn't seem surprised it's as if this happens a lot and from what I gather it does.

"You know she could just be insecure" I stupidly suggest,
"Ha. Sure If insecure Is making your boyfriend a pawn in your fake happiness and perfect life than maybe she is," he says sarcastically.
"Well I guess I'm just trying to find good in her I like to believe that everyone has at least a small grain of good."

"I doubt she does."

"For once I think my theory is wrong." I admit. Honestly I don't see even an atom of good inside her soul.
What made her like this?
What caused Bebe to act like such a bitch?

I look back at Clyde to see he has a beer in his hand. I guess jocks really can sneak alcohol anywhere.
"Want one?" He asks.
I sigh but take one none the less.

By the time I've finished one he's had like 4. Jeez either I'm a slow drinker or he's a fast one.
"Holy fuck Clyde how?"
"I can give a holy fuck I'm a god." Clyde slurs.
Shit is he drunk?
"Clyde I think you should lay off the beers"
"And I think you a pretty boy"
"Clyde you're drunk."
"Really? Oh well I guess You'll have to look after me pretty boy."
"I-ok what should I do?" I ask myself since he obviously isn't gonna think up ideas anything soon.

"You should give me a lap dance"
I roll my eyes and think about my options. I can't just leave him here.
He has a party tonight which he now can't cancel in his state.
Shit.
"Cmon we gotta get you home" I stand up and he doesn't do the same.
"I am not going anywhere" he crosses his arms childishly.
"Why the fuck not?"
"Only a lap dance will make me come" he laughs at his own joke and I probably would've laughed if this wasn't so annoying.
"Whos gonna give you one? Bebes still at school"

"You of course"
I gulp and shake my head.
"No no no"
"Yes"

Oh god what's happening.
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