A/N: Schadenfreude is the German word meaning pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others

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Chapter 1:

"Alright well I gotta pee," he got to his feet dusting off his pants.

"Why are you telling me?" I follow his body with my eyes before reaching his stern eyes "Don't worry, I'm not about to go anywhere. My options are stay with you or go back out there to those sick psycho fucks." He stared at me a moment before seeming content with my response and walking off.

I still couldn't believe that I had just said that though. I had just chosen to stay with Cartman after all he had done to me. This was my chance to escape, I finally wasn't tied up and he left me alone to piss. Physically I was free and could run but mentally I was scared. I didn't know what to do or where to go.

My breathing quickened as all the painful events that had just happened swept my brain. I was all alone and Cartman was the only support or source of protection I had. I didn't trust him by any means, I hated him, but I also knew I would be dead if he hadn't just saved me.

I leaned against the crates of the warehouse we were currently hiding in and let out a sorrowful sigh. I was losing hope.

This current moment was the first time I had been alone to just breathe in several days.

My breath hitched as my lungs hurt from where Donovan had struck. That fucker knew how to hit.

It was such a relief to be away from him.

I rubbed my sore wrists before a loud bang echoed in the building.

My body jolted up as I got to my feet. My heart was pounding against my chest at the sound of footsteps bouncing off the walls. I moved my body along the crates making myself fit in between some. It was a futile attempt, they had already seen me.

My arm was yanked hard as I was thrown onto the floor. I received a complementary kick to the gut causing me to cough up blood. I squirmed over and tilted my head up to see my attacker. My anger shattered into fear at that smug face I fucking hated.

"Hey Kitten, I've been dying to see you," he hissed. The light hit his scarred up face making him look even more contorted in his rage.

I crawled up to my knees backing up into another crate "stay the fuck away from me."

"I see you're just as feisty as ever," his hands locked with my hair as he yanked my head up "what do you say about getting declawed?" He shook me around pulling at my hair "I'm gonna make you suffer."

His words were full of ice, it wasn't hard to tell he was pissed, and I was the source of his malice.

It all started about two weeks ago and only six days have passed since my life shattered into this hell...

I placed my hand on the bridge of my nose stressfully "no Stan you're doing it all wrong!"

Kenny laughed at Stan's mistake "Dude, that's like the hardest mistake to make."

"Kenny you got it wrong too," these two were killing me. I had been tutoring them the past three weeks and relentlessly at that, yet they still managed to get the simplest equations wrong "come on the mid-terms are this Friday and in case you guys haven't noticed yet, that means tomorrow."

Kenny softly pouted "I thought I had it that time."

"I'm never gonna make it if I don't pass this test!" Stan whined, taking his hat off and messing up his ebony hair.

"Don't say that Stan, you're doing better than before," I implored "you'll do fine."

It wasn't without three more hours of me going over notes and lessons with my two best friends before realizing the time. It was 10:35 pm and we all had to get up by 5 in the morning.

"Shit," I gestured to the clock "you guys have to go."

Stan hit a bit of a frenzy realizing how late it was already "ah man is it really already that late?" He grouped all his stuff together in his bag as Kenny just held his notebook and pencil since it was all he brought. "I'll see you tomorrow Kyle," Stan cooed and he gave me a friendly hug "thanks so much."

"Yeah you owe me one." I teased.

Kenny took my attention from Stan to himself as he took me into a full hearted hug "you're a life saver Kyle and if I pass I'll take you to my bedroom and we can-"

I cut him short by throwing a book into his face "pervert!" he was only teasing but sometimes it felt like he really wanted to do the things he'd joke about. The worst part was that sometimes I wanted him too.

"I love you too Kyle," he rubbed his face where the book smacked "see you tomorrow, bye."

As soon as they were gone I slumped into my bed not even bothering to change into my pajamas. I was way too tired.

I fell asleep instantly my dreams consisting of Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. I was fighting with Cartman for creating a concentration camp and taking me, Stan, and Kenny hostages. I seemed to be his favorite prize as he left Stan and Ken chained to a wall and had me close on a leash.

The dream made me feel a bit queasy when my mom woke me up.

When I got to the bus stop all three of them were already there waiting for me.

"Hey Kyle" Kenny smiled. Stan looked like this was going to be the worst day in his life. His hair was sticking out under his hat and he had his shirt on backwards.

"Jew step back, you're in my space."

"I'm not even standing next to you fatass!"

"No but your presence is a nuisance, so if you could just um step away from me about twenty maybe thirty yards."

"Piss off Cartman I can stand wherever I please."

"You seem so sure of yourself daywalker."

"Cartman just leave off of him," Kenny joins in defensively.

Eric pulls out a dollar and waves it around in front of Kenny's face "does the poor boy want a dollar? Look at the dollar Kenny, I bet your family wishes they had even one of these."

His dick comment persuaded me to slam my fist into his fat gut knocking the air out of him for a few short moments before he recovered and aimed a fist back at me. I barely avoided it as I bumped back into the bus stop sign and ducked. He hit his large fist into the metal of the pole and winced with anger and pain "you goddamn jew!"

"Don't be mad at him for hurting yourself" Kenny chimed in as the bus pulled to a stop in front of us with a loud screech. Stan was the first to slump inside, his mouth wording different solutions and methods he'd have to be using today. I sat beside him causing Kenny and Eric to sit together, neither of them looked too happy about it.

Stan asked me questions along the way "okay so if I have two fractions over x and a y on the side with z on top what do I do again?" I went over it several times to relax him and continuously comforted him.

"You're gonna do great Stan," Kenny was staring at me and I gave him a calming smile "you will too Kenny."

Cartman snorted "don't get your hopes up too high."

"We'll see who's all high and mighty when we all pass and you don't Cartman," Stan was obviously feeling better now. Although when we pulled up to the school he looked like he was going to hurl. I edged away from him just in case.

The tests lasted all day. There were five tests in six hours then they made you wait thirty minutes as they scanned all the tests through and got them graded. I was passed my test results first and grinned at my perfect score of three hundred out of three hundred. Stan was in the corner chewing on the pencil I let him borrow nervously.

Kenny was just handed his results back, "what'd you get Ken?" He grinned holding his paper up, it was a 270 out of 300. He did awesome, that was a ninety percent. I held up my hand to give him a high five but stopped as Stan shrunk in his desk looking at the result he just received.

I waved over trying to get Stan's attention but he was staring the paper down.

"Looks like I'll be sneaking into your room tonight Kyle, make sure to be in something comfortable," Kenny's smooth talk made my skin go pink. My eyes focused in on his lips and I imagined embracing them. I had to sort out my priorities. "Kyle you're so cute when you blush!"

I looked away holding my nose up in the air "geez Kenny can you not think about getting into someone's pants for just five minutes?"

"It's not just someone's pants I've been thinking about, it's yours."

I got even darker as I turned my face away from him.

"I can't tell where your face starts and your hair ends Kahl," Cartman mocked coolly "what is it? Did you hear about the new German microwave or something? You know it can seat up to 10 jews."

"Shut the fuck up Cartman! Your holocaust jokes aren't funny, you know how many people died during that?"

"Yes and even after hearing the numbers hundreds of times I still wish there could have been just one more," My red blush turned to hat of fury "why couldn't there have been that one other body found named Kyle? Why god, do you torment me?"

"You stupid fatass!" I aimed another fist at Cartman which was caught in his hand.

"Damn jew!" He held onto my fist and pulled me forward my legs tripping over backpacks.

"Let go of my hand Cartman," my voice shook slightly as I tried to pry away from his strong grip.

"What do you think I want to hold your hand Kahl?" He waited for me to pull back as hard as I could before letting go and making me fall back into Kenny. He secured my fall with his hands on my shoulders.

"Cartman you're such a dick," Kenny hissed.

"What are you doing out of your seat Brofloski?" The teacher yelled.

"Sorry I fell," I mused getting back into my seat. Cartman rocked back in laughter as I got in trouble.

The bell rang and every one hurried out. I tried to fight the crowds to get over to Stan. Kenny had his hand wrapped around my wrist so as not to lose me as I scanned the crowd for my best friend. I spotted him waiting near the back exit and forced myself through students to follow him out the doors.

"Stan," I called out running over to him. Kenny let me go and stood against a fence while Cartman made his way out the doors and proceeded to stand next to Kenny.

A/N: first chapter done, I've already written a lot and have a lot planned. I know it's a little slow now but as soon as Kyle's life starts to suck it'll become more interesting I hope.