A/N: So, a certain character may be a little OOC, and by OOC I mean, he's kind of a creep. Also, I know the first chapter is LOADED with a LOT of stuff and it seems like I'm kind of rushing it a little, but the future chapters will be full of even more drama, it will be kind of like Degrassi, only with A LOT less drama! (I apologise to any fans of Degrassi). Also, English isn't my first language, so my spelling and grammar will probably be horrible, if it is, then I am truly sorry.
Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy reading this.
"Well, we've run multiple tests multiple times and the results are always the same, it seems like you're pregnant." The doctor said.
I stared at him in shock, did he just say what I thought he did?
"I'm what now?" I asked, I didn't see how it could be possible, I mean, I'm a seventeen year old BOY! Boys don't get pregnant!
"You're pregnant, according to the tests, you're nearly eight weeks along." The doctor replied.
I looked over at my mother, for once she didn't say anything, I guessed she was too shocked. My dad opened his mouth before fainting right on the ground.
"H-How did this happen? My son has never been a girl." My mother said, finally finding her voice. Honestly, I was a bit shocked she lost it in the first place, she always seemed to have something to say about everything.
"We're not sure how it happened, however, if you want we will continue to run some tests so we can figure this all out." The doctor replied.
"How often will these tests have to be ran?" My mother asked.
"I don't want to be tested on like some lab rat." I snapped before storming out of the hospital room, not bothering to listen to the rest of their conversation. When I got outside, I pulled out my phone to text Jimmy, my boyfriend. When we first started dating two years ago, a lot of the kids, especially Cartman, gave me hell about dating one of the Special Ed kids, however, I didn't see what was so wrong about it, Jimmy didn't have any less mental capacity than the rest of us, and he was super sweet.
I sent him a text asking him to come over later, that it was important, I then decided to text Stan to ask him to come over as well, I mean, he is my super best friend, if anyone deserved to know other than Jimmy it's him.
Probably about ten minutes later, give or take a few minutes, my parents came walking out, and my dad had an ice pack held up to his head.
Instead of lecturing me like I expected her to, my mother just told me to get in the car. The ride back home was full of nerve racking silence, I could tell by the way my parents were not saying anything to me, hell, they couldn't even look at me, that they were highly disappointed.
When we reached the house, I was slightly surprised to see Stan already standing on the porch.
"Is everything okay? What happened?" He asked in a worried tone when I made my way over to him.
My mother opened her mouth to say something, but I shot her a pleading look, begging her to let me be the one to tell him. She let out a small sigh and walked into the house without saying a word, my dad at her heels.
"So, what's up?" Stan asked.
"I think we should wait until Jimmy gets here, this is something I want to tell both of you." I said softly. As if my words were on cue, Jimmy's dad came driving up in his fire truck, and Jimmy carefully climbed out, hobbling on his crutches over to us.
"H-Hey Kyle, hey S-Stan." He greeted us with a smile that showed off his braces, that he has had since we were eight.
"Hey." Stan and I said in unison as I let my eyes drift over Jimmy's body. All the years of having to drag his lower half around with crutches had given him quite a bit of upper body strength, and it showed from the way his muscles were bulging against the tight work-out shirt he was wearing.
"Are you training for the Special Olympics this year?" Stan asked.
"Y-Yea, I think I have a r-r-real good chance of b-beating Nathan this year." Jimmy said.
"Just remember, whether you win or you lose, I still love you." I said with a smile before kissing him softly.
"I love you too." Jimmy said with a smile back at me.
"So, before you guys get too mushy on each other, what did you want to tell us?" Stan asked.
Oh shit, I couldn't believe that I had almost forgotten, who on earth forgets something THAT important? Me apparently.
"Well, uh-" I began, looking from Jimmy's face to Stan's, they both had looks of worry mixed with patience, and impatience if that made any sense at all.
"I think Cartman is going to try to cheat the Special Olympics again." I lied, I couldn't tell them, well, I couldn't tell Jimmy at least. He was about to compete in the Special Olympics, I couldn't burden him with my huge secret, not now.
"Really? Do you really think he'd do that after he got his ass humilated in front of everyone that one time?" Stan asked. I shrugged.
"W-Well, t-thank you for telling me B-Babe." Jimmy said.
"You deserve to know if that fat shit is going to ruin your big day." I said before kissing him for the second time that day. We usually don't kiss much when we stand, because I'm shorter than Jimmy, I always have to stand on my tip-toes, since he can't exactly bend down because of his crutches, so it can get a bit difficult especially since my balance is pretty bad.
We then went inside and played video games, and talked about school, and about the idiots who attended it.
An hour so later, Jimmy had to go home, so I was stuck there alone with Stan, who could read me like a book.
"What's the real reason you called me over here? I know it's not because of the whole Cartman thing." He said.
"This is going to sound unbelievable-." I began. To my surprise, Stan let out a snort,
"Dude, the only thing that would sound unbelievable to me is if my dad stopped acting like a dumbass, I mean we live in a town that has faced alien abductions, a zombie outbreak, and even a killer goldfish." He said, shuddering slightly at the killer goldfish part.
"I'm pregnant." I said quickly, ripping the band-aid off. I expected Stan to start laughing, to make fun of me, to call me a liar, or something that any other person would do. However, instead, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against him.
"It's okay, I'll still be your super best friend no matter what." He said gently.
"So, you don't think I'm a freak or anything?" I asked.
"No way dude, this is South Park, freaky shit happens all the time, also, weren't you sort of pregnant before when I had those lion cubs give you an abortion?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes,
"That was a stupid story Cartman wrote, and I wasn't pregnant, I was just a vessel for the animal anti-christ or something." I said.
"Oh yea, you see, so much crazy shit has happened, I forget what's real and what's not sometimes." He said.
"Oh trust me, I know how you feel." I said, remembering back to the time when I found out that the tooth fairy wasn't real.
"You need to tell Jimmy though, I mean he is the father right?" Stan asked.
"Of course he is, unless Cartman injected me with his semen or something." I said, shuddering at the thought. However, I wouldn't put it past him. Shit, what if I was carrying his baby? The thought of it made me want to sit in a corner and gargle razor blades or something.
"Didn't you install an alarm system on your window so he couldn't break in anymore?" Stan asked.
"Oh yea." I said as I felt myself relax tremendously.
"So, about telling Jimmy?"
"I'll tell him after the Special Olympics, I don't want him to have too much on his plate." I said.
"The Special Olympics are like two months away, you'll probably be showing by then, especially since you're a fairly small guy." Stan said.
"I'll just wear baggy shirts, or tell him I gained weight or something, I'm pretty sure the first thing that pops into his head isn't going to be that I'm pregant." I said.
"You're pregnant?" I heard a slight nasally voice behind me say.
"C-Clyde?" I stammered out, turning to face the eavesdropper.
"Are you really pregnant?" He asked, I could have sworn he sounded happy about it.
"Um, what are you doing in my yard?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"I came over to invite you over to my house so we can eat tacos and watch The Hobbit together." He said.
"You do know he's with Jimmy right?" Stan asked before I could say anything.
"It's not like it would be a date or anything." Clyde said with a pout. However, I knew better, he had been asking me out for months now, claiming that he had loved me ever since the fourth grade, and that he only dated Bebe to make me jealous, and all that other cliche stuff.
"Can Stan come too?" I asked, normally, I would have rejected Clyde's offer, but I really wanted to see The Hobbit, and I figured that it would take my mind off of what I had learned today.
"I guess so." Clyde said with obvious disappointment.
"I'm going over to Clyde's!" I called, recieving a 'be back before dark' in reply from my mother.
"So, it looks like we have the whole day together." Clyde said happily to me, he acted like Stan wasn't even there.
"Yea, great." I said with a forced smile, Clyde was a nice guy, he often stood up for me, but he could also be a little over-bearing and a bit of a cry baby, I also didn't like how he was acting towards Stan.
"So, what are you going to name the baby?" He asked, as he placed his hand on my stomach, which caused me to flinch.
"You're not surprised either?" I asked as I looked over at Stan who was giving Clyde the glare of death.
"No, I kind of, I was hoping for it to happen." Clyde said.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about? Why would you hope that Jimmy and I would have a baby together?" I demanded.
"I'll tell you in private." He said, nodding his head over in Stan's direction.
"No, anything you say to me, you can say in front of him." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No, I need to tell you this in PRIVATE." He said pleadingly as tears sprang up in his dark brown eyes.
"Fine, but you better not try anything." I snapped before following him to the curb, just far enough for Stan not to hear us, but he could still see us in case Clyde did try anything.
"So, what in the world made you even think that I could have a baby? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a boy." I snapped.
"I know, and I know you could have a baby because-" He took a deep breath.
"Because why?" I asked as I furrowed my brows together.
"Because I met a witch, and she gave me a potion to put in your drink, a potion that would make it so you could carry my chid-"
"Wait, wait a minute, wait right there, how the hell would I be carrying your child? We NEVER had sex!" I exclaimed.
"Yes we did! At Token's party almost two months ago, after I spiked your drink with the potion, we got super drunk and we...yea." Clyde said.
"Wait, so you spiked my drink with some weird pregnancy potion and then you DATE RAPED ME?" I screamed.
"No, I was drunk too, I honestly didn't even know we had sex until Craig showed me a video someone had sent to him on his phone." Clyde protested.
"Okay, but you were planning on having sex with me weren't you? That's why you put that stupid potion in my drink." I choked out, wanting to cry and to kill him all at the same time.
"Yes! But only with your consent, I would never do that to you, I love you." Clyde said as tears streamed freely down his cheeks.
"I'm with Jimmy, I love him, only him, get that through your thick skull, you and I will NEVER be together." I said coldly before pivoting on my heel and walking back towards Stan. However, before I could get very far, Clyde grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"What do you want?" I yelled, attempting to yank my arm out of his grasp, but that only made him tighten his grip.
"Let me go." I growled, as I attempted to pull away from him. I looked over at Stan, expecting him to come over and help me, but his nose was buried in his phone, I figured he was probably texting Wendy or something.
"I-I never meant to hurt you, I'm sorry." He sobbed.
"Go to hell, you're worse than Cartman." I growled.
"I'm sorry." He repeated, letting go of my arm and sinking down to the ground.
"I hate you." I said darkly before I stormed away, leaving him crying his eyes out. As I made my way back towards Stan, several thoughts weighed heavily on my mind, what would I tell Jimmy? Who was the witch that gave Clyde the potion, and who recorded the video that was sent to Craig's phone?