The Heat Feels Good(Kyle x Cartman) CONTINUED~completed

He knows...

Cartman POV

Kyle looked down at me with a sympathetic glare. There's no way he can know. I hid every bit of evidence!

Wait, Kyle knew my plan today. Which means he knows where my shit is, which means...

"How much did you read Kahl?" I spat. He looked slightly apprehensive, but didn't back down and came down a few steps.

"Everything. Is it true you burned yourself?"

Shit. I forgot about that part. I mean, the burn mark on my arm has been stinging all day, but I didn't know I wrote that down. Maybe I wrote it in a haze, it was the middle of the night. I can't even say that because it was basically morning around that time.

"It was only one time. And I'm not gonna do it again so calm your jew tits."

Kyle stared me down, and came down a few more steps, getting closer to me. I felt a little nervous because I knew he knows my darkest secret. He stared at me like I was supposed to say something, but I didn't want to.  I sighed and lifted my sleeve to show him so he'll get off my ass. It was a relatively small burn, but it had turned a darker red than it was earlier. Kyle came closer, and reached out to touch it, so I rolled my sleeve back up and pushed past him. He followed me, and I didn't have the strength to tell him off like usual. The urge to just kiss him was becoming extremely difficult to ignore. We soon made it to my room, where we both sat on my bed in silence. I didn't want to speak, but something told me I should. Maybe I can think of something to get him to leave. I put on my poker face and started.

"Look Kahl, I know you think you need to fix everyone's lives for them because of your morals, or some shit, but if you really want to 'help', then stay the fuck away from me."

Kyle looked back at me for a second, but since I wasn't exactly looking back at him, I didn't see his reaction. 

"I want you to delete the videos of me, and take down all your cameras."

I chuckled. Who does he think he is?

"Ha, or what?"

"I'll tell everyone your secret. I have picture evidence too. Then everyone will know that the town Nazi has a crush on the resident Jew. Like a bad Wattpad story or something. If you delete the videos and take down all of your cameras, then I'll leave you alone. Nobody needs to know about any of this. We have a deal?"

I thought for a moment. So, he took a picture of my papers? Dick. Well, if I take my cameras down, then all my hard work and money will be put to waste. But on the other hand, Kyle will finally leave me alone. Maybe I'm just getting attracted to him because we've been hanging out a lot lately. If he left me alone, then maybe I'll get over this little crush.

"Fine. We have a deal Kahl, but you better keep your word you fucking Jew."

Kyle nodded and walked off, most likely back to his house. I'm glad he's finally leaving me alone and all, but I can't help but feel a pang in my heart seeing him leave.  Keeping my distance better fucking work, or I swear somebody's gonna lose a limb out of rage.

We started to avoid each other all week. We'd pass each other in the halls, and share a glance for .5 seconds, but that was it. We didn't talk, eat at the same table at lunch, heck, we didn't even ride the bus together anymore. We came to a silent agreement that I'd get my mom to drive me to school, and Kyle would walk home. 

The worst part is, he never left my mind. No matter how long we spent apart, or how many times I tried to forget about his existence, he always found a way back into my mind, like a snake in the grass. I still dreamt about him, both in wet ones and normal ones, I still daydreamed about him. Every thought in my head had something to do with him in one way or another. I hate how much I l-

Like him.

How much I like him.

It's killing me inside avoiding him.

But it's better this way. Kyle isn't showing any signs of missing me as much as I miss him, and who could blame him? Sure, he might have some sort of lust drawn attraction to me, but at the end of the day, I'm Eric Cartman. I'm the kid that gave him HIV in fourth grade because he laughed at me for having it. I'm the kid that locked Butters in a bomb shelter for days because I wanted to go to his birthday party. I'm the kid that pretended to be disabled to win a contest, that I ended up losing anyways. I'm the kid that made my own hand into it's own sentient being. I'm the kid that pretended to have tourettes. I'm Eric Cartman.

How could Kyle ever love any of that?

Well, without a bit of help..