"Shut up, fatass," screamed the pissed off Jew.
" 'Ey, don't call me fat, you damn, dirty Jew," I yelled back, although I knew his anger was justified.
I'm Eric Cartman for those of you who don't know and that 'damn, dirty Jew' I'm yelling at is Kyle Broflovski, the love of my life. It may seem strange to say this sort of thing to the guy you're in love with, but it's completely fine when that person has no idea and you really don't want them to.
You see, it all started last year in 7th grade when I saw Kyle kissing Stan behind the school. In that instant I felt a blinding rage that took my breath away. At the time I didn't understand why I was so mad but it became clear just days later.
Stan and Kyle decided to come out about their relationship and, not surprisingly, everyone was o.k. with it. I was the only one who wasn't and I realized why, I was jealous of Stan. I tried to deny it for as long as I could but I couldn't run from the truth, as much as I wanted to. So I've been pining after him for a whole year until the two broke up a month ago. I thought I would be happy but I just feel even worse. It's all because when Stan and Kyle were together I could blame that on why I wouldn't tell Kyle about my feelings for him but now that they've split up and Kyle's free game again I know that I won't say anything because I'm afraid of what he'll say.
"Damn it, Cartman, just shut up and leave me the hell alone." Kyle said to me.
"Why don't you make me. Oh that's right, you don't have the balls, you wimp." I responded back, making him even angrier. I feel bad for saying all of these things to him but I have to act normal around him or else he'd find out that I love him.
It really hurts to know that if I did tell him he would probably laugh in my face and walk away. Maybe even tell everyone at school, which would just be rubbing salt in my wounds. Although I wouldn't put it past him considering how much he hates me.
I wonder if maybe, just maybe, I could convince him that I want to be friends, that way I wouldn't have to put up an act of hating him. It would never work though, because I've completely sabotaged any chance of friendship between through all the years of name-calling and abuse. This pain will never go away, I can already tell, but I'll just have to bear it until I find someone else who's better than Kyle is. Yeah right, like that'll ever happen.
Thanks for reading my first ever fic and I beg you please, please review. I'd love to hear what you think of it. If you see anything you don't like or that sounds wrong, tell me and I'll fix it. Plus, it might help me when writing other stories. Thanks a bunch.