Three of the four boys were waiting at the bus stop, not a word shared between them for the longest time until Cartman broke the silence with an annoyed growl. "Stan, where's that Jew of a boyfriend of yours? He's gonna miss the bus."
Stan glared at him, "He's not my boyfriend fatass! And why do you care?" he asked eyeing the other boy.
Cartman glared right back "Ay! I'm not fat anymore Stan, so fuck you! And I don't care, I just don't wanna hear the Jew go on and on later about the fact that his bitch of a mom was mad at him because he missed the god damn bus." Cartman half lied. It was true that he didn't want to listen to Kyle bitch and moan about his mom, but he also had a huge crush on the Jew and wanted to make sure that nothing had happened to his favorite Jew. Not that he would say any of that out loud.
"Hey guys!" Speak of the devil and he will appear. Turning to look at Kyle, Cartman couldn't help but feel something was...off. He looked like Kyle, walked like Kyle but something just didn't seem right. Kyle stopped right beside Cartman, smirking he looked the short brunette up and down. "Hey Cartman."
This threw Cartman off a little, Kyle was greeting him nicely? Not even calling him fatass? Not that he was fat, he lost most of his weight in the ninth grade and now he was just soft around the hips. Clearing his throat, Cartman answered back, a little awkwardly "Um...Hey Jew." His heart was pounding in his chest, just waiting for Kyle to tick him off, to do anything to give Cartman a reason to verbally fight with him.
But nothing came of it.
Cartman turned back to Stan and Kenny, giving them a 'what the fuck' look. They returned, seeming to be seeing the same thing the brunette was. So he wasn't crazy, the Jew WAS acting weird. "Kyle, are you feeling okay?" Stan asked, shifting uncomfortably in the snow.
Kyle raised an eyebrow at the other teen, "Of course Stan, why do you ask?" acting like nothing was wrong.
"You just seem different."
"What? I can't be nice to fatass every now and again?"
"Ay! Don't call me fat you fucking Jew!" Cartman seethed, his amber eyes shining with a familiar hate and rage. The feeling only got worse when Kyle smirked wider at him, seeming amused by the younger teen.
Still smirking, Kyle grabbed the front of Cartmans red sweater and pulled him up to his eye level, which left Cartman standing on his tip this close to the others face made his own heat up slightly, cursing himself for his feelings and being short. He always hated being the shorter one in the group, Kenny was an inch or two taller then him but Stan and Kyle were nearly six feet tall and it pissed Cartman off that the Jew was taller than him. Looking into Kyle green eyes, for some reason they seemed darker to Cartman, almost evil like. "Don't belittle my people Cartman, because trust me when I say you don't wanna be on my bad side." Kyle hissed, his voice seeming deeper to Cartmans ears.
Cartmans own eyes were slightly wide. Where the hell did this come from? First he's kinda nice and now he's threatening him? The fuck! "I'm not scared of you, you filthy Jew." He spat out, hoping that it would be enough for the other to either do something about his threat or let him go.
Neither happened.
Instead, Kyle brought his lips to Cartmans ear and said "What fun would it be if you were scared of me?" Cartman gasped slightly, that deep voice sent shivers down his spine, making him slightly weak in the knees, which might have been a problem if he was firmly on the ground.
"The fuck? Let go!" Cartman shoved against Kyle, getting himself free of the others grip. Losing his footing on the snow, Cartman fell down and landed on Kenny taking the other boy down with him. "Ow." Cartman moaned, getting up off of his friend. "Fucking Jews." He mumbled under his breath as he brushed the snow off of himself before getting on the bus when it arrived.
Cartman sat with Kenny and Stan and Kyle sat behind them. He couldn't help but feel like the whole ride to school he was being watched, like someone was burning holes into the back of his head. Every time he would turn around to see if someone was in fact watching him, no eyes were on him. It was only when he turned back did he feel the gaze on him. It was unnerving and uncomfortable but he put up with it.
"Kyle, dude, did you shave?" He heard Stand ask his super best friend from behind him, deciding to listen in on their conversation.
"Yeah so?" He heard Kyle all but growl out. Geez, the Jew isn't so friendly today, which struck Cartman as odd considering he was the only person Kyle wasn't really nice to. And since when did the Jew shave? He has always had a baby face, Cartman has never seen him with facial hair.
"Woah dude, just asking. And why do you keep staring at Cartman?" He knew it! He was being watched and it was the sneaky Jew who was doing it.
"It's none of your fucking business Stan, my facial hair or where I decide to look is none of your god damn business." Kyle snapped at Stan, making the black haired teen go silent. Cartman was stunned by the statement himself. In all the years he has known Kyle, he has never talked to Stan like that. Well there was this one time but that's not the point.
Turning in his seat to face his other two friends, looking to Stan to see him looking out the window with a look of hurt on his face. "Just, what the fuck is your problem Jew?" He asked, feeling annoyed that Kyle of all people was being an asshole to people when that was his job.
Kyle smirked at him again, that look made Cartmans insides feel funny. He wasn't sure if it liked it or not. "Don't you worry your pretty little brown haired head about me, you'll find out soon enough." His smirk getting wider when he saw Cartman flush at what he said.
Did Cartman hear him right, did Kyle call him pretty? He glared at Kyle from his seat and cursing under his breath both Kyle and his heated up face.
What the hell is wrong with him?
A/N: Here it is! Should I go on with this? Leave it alone? Let me know! Review please :)