Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction, so please R&R and tell me what tell me what you think. I would love to hear what you have to say about my writing, good or bad.

This is one sided Kyman, rated T for Kyle's language. This will probably remain a one-shot, unless I find some sort of inspiration to continue it.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park

In South Park High School, a fiery red head sat in civics and economics class. The teacher was going on and on about something at the front of the room, but the boy had tuned him out. He knew all this before hand and was top of his class. The orange-clad boy slouched in his seat, mindlessly nibbling at the end of his pencil and staring at nothing in particular.
Anyone who knew this boy would say he is brilliant and practical, and that he absolutely hates Eric Cartman. He would say so too. Much to his despair, the previously mentioned fat ass had been on his mind a lot lately.
Jesus Christ! Of all the classes to have with him, it had to be fucking civics! he thought to himself. The plump brunette was on the opposite side of the room ranting about his twisted ideals. What the hell is wrong with him? he wondered. He's the most conceited, racist bastard to ever walk the Earth. His gaze hardened into a glare, which he turned upon Cartman. That ass wipe is arrogant, manipulative, and he doesn't care who he hurts as long as Cartman gets what Cartman wants. His eyes squinted as he got himself more riled up. Why is it that he goes out of his way to make MY life hell? He does everything in his power to make me feel furious, miserable, and so many other unnamed emotions.
It was at this moment that the boy's green eyes were met by the brown ones of the fat ass hole on the other side of the room. The red head's features softened a bit before he tensed again and forced himself to look away. "Shit," he cursed at himself under his breath. Of all the damned people, it's Eric. Fucking. Cartman. He let out a frustrated huff. What happened? It used to be just loathing, but now, I don't know. It's more complex than that; he stirs something inside me with that unnerving gaze of his. Even just thinking of it made the boy's heart quicken its pace, his body temperature rise, and an odd sensation invade his stomach. God dammit! For anyone to… like, he shuddered visibly at the word, Cartman is a tell tale sign of insanity. For me though, it's suicide.
He honestly didn't mind that it made him gay. He never really displayed or even felt affection toward any girl since that one instance when he had kissed Rebecca. The girl had afterwards turned into a raging whore, which quickly turned him off. The regrettable yet undeniable truth is that I am infatuated with my worst enemy.
"What's your damned problem, joo?" the obnoxious voice shattered his thoughts and dragged him back to reality. The class was over and nearly every other student was already gone. The boy tried to look indignant.
"Nothing! Why would you care, fat ass?"
Cartman merely shook his head and chuckled, "You know Kahl, for a deceitful little Joo rat, you are one shitty liar."
Kyle impatiently shoved his books into his bag and left the classroom in a huff. The fat boy strolled behind, shaking his head, "Joos," he sighed. "What can you do?"

I'm sorry for the crappish ending, I had another one written, but I felt like it made the story seem like it was going to be continued.

Thank you for reading!

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