My name is Kylie. I know, who would ever think of such a retarded name. Sheila, my mom would. I am 16 years old and have 2 best friends and this a-hole who follows us around. I am Jewish, the ONLY Jewish kid in South Park actually. So, I think its fair to say my life is pre-tty sucky. Lets add to the suckiness by saying my mom has such high expectations for me like Harvard and straight A+'s. She hits me everytime I get an B. Or most recently, Friday, pushed me down the stairs. I walk to the bus stop and... another sucky thing. I walk to the bus stop in freezing weather every morning. I walk up to Stan, Kenny, and the anti-semitic Cartman.
"Hey Kylie."
"Hey Stan!" I grin, Stan is my superbest-boyfriend. Ever since Stan broke it off with Wendy I have been dating him. I kiss him on the cheek and take my place next to him and Cartman. I smile.
"Hey Kenny, Cartman."
"Jew." Cartman vaguely says.
"Hey Kylie." Kenny spots two blondes and saunters over to them.
"Hey ladies."
"Hi Kenny!" They giggle and let Kenny into the car. He is such a perv. I grin and walk up to Stan.
"Stan, what are you doing tonight?"
"I was going to ask you to dinner... but I could always go sledding with Clyde..."
"No! Thats fine! Where are we eating?"
"Uh, Casa Bonita?"
"Okay..."
"Heh... you guys are so lame." Cartman says.
"SHUT UP FATA**!" I explode, fire igniting in my jade green eyes. I got rid of my green Ushanka and my hair lies in neat spirls down my back in firey locks. Cartman looks me in the eye and says the one sentance I never could deny.
"We all know your a beard for Stans love for Wendy." I thought about it and I saw how Stan looked at me. Then I realized the lust in his eyes for Wendy as she convineatly drove by with Bebe. My eyes welled with tears.
"Y..You bas***d...!" I screamed at Cartman, running off to the spot I always go when I am upset, Starks Pond. I sit on the rocks and think about my relationship. There has been times when Stan pulled away from my kisses but I never thought much of it. I heard the ruffle of leafs behind me and looked back to see a guilty looking Cartman.
"Hey Jew..."
"G...go away."
"Kahlie... I'm sorry." I widened my eyes, fata** never said sorry.
"Really?" I said, words coated in venom, sorrow long forgotten.
"Maybe, JUST MAYBE! IF YOU WERENT ALWAYS DENYING THE FACT THAT YOUR A SELF CENTERED FAT PEICE OF S- YOU WOULDNT HURT PEOPLES FEELINGS, LIKE MINE!" Tears stream down my face as I unleash every bit of my anger on the boy with soft chocolate colored hair. Needless to say that I was so surprised when he pulled me into a hug. I sobbed, heartache returning, hard on his shoulder. I wonder if he will use this against me, but I forget the assumption and wrap my arms around his waist which was surprisingly slim.
"I'm so sorry Cartman... I didn't mean it. I-it just hurts so bad..."
"Stan wanted me to tell you he was breaking up with you." A whole new layer of hurt coursed through me.
"Why..." I whispered, throught hoarse.
"He said he still loved her, and I beat the sh** of him."
"Take me to school..."
"Okay Jew." We walked in silence, this probably was a new level of weird to the people passing us. A boy with a tearstained face and devilish curls walking next to his worse enemy with a tear stains on his jacket. We go through the doors and I am met with the sight of Wendy and Stan kissing. I walk up to Stan and slap him in the face. I let tears roll down my cheeks and grab my stuff from my locker. I started toward class and bumped into someone. I rush out a 'Sorry' and bent down to grab my books when someone handed them to me. I looked up and was met with the worried hazel eyes of Eric Cartman. I smile softly and take the books as he wipes my tears. Probably just the guilt trip doing this to him I think walking to class.
"Okay, now Jace Wayland was often... you show up finally Miss Broflovski. Have a seat, we were discussing the book City Of Bones. I sit down in my seat and write notes about a shadowhunter boy and girl falling in love. I zone out during the quiz after I finish and my thoughts surprisingly go straight to Eric Cartman. Why has he been so nice to me so far... is it all a plot? I sigh and skim through the next chapter, noticing the resemblance between us and Jace and Clary. Stan is more of a Simon and Wendy is an Isabelle. Cartman is always so exasperating not unlike Jace and I have a taste of art and red hair. Stan is always the odd one out and the jealous type, often not hinting enough at love. Wendy was just perfect, no flaws... like Isabelle. Cartman has the hair of Jace too. I grin and suddenly am intrigued by this peice of literature. As soon as class is dismissed Butters, a fragile blonde boy, hands me a note.