A/N: Ah, hello folks. It hasn't even been a month, has it? I'm not even done fixing up the chapters to the first part of this story. I just have the last chapter fixed up. Eh, I'll have it fixed one day. Until then, enjoy the sequel. It wouldn't stop bugging me until I wrote it~

Warnings: The same as they were before.

Disclaimer: I still don't own South Park.

Reviews:

Alcorion: I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't really sure how to end it, but the pimp thing seemed like a good idea.

Angelic Guardian:I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid that the Bunny scene was too much and might scare people away. xD..The thing about Cartman's hoes reminds me of the episode Butters became a pimp. Anyway, I hope you do read this.

kyleisgod: Ah, thank you for criticism. I'll keep what you said in mind.

MonkeysUncle: I'm glad you liked the Bunny moments. I was worried that they'd come across too strong. Oh well. I look forward to your feedback.

mangamoo1:I'm glad you liked it. It was a fun chapter to write. Also, throwing up rainbows? xD Killer. And it's okay that you didn't review all of the chapters.

iiRaithex: Glad that I could keep you surprised.

xEmerald Isle:I'm glad you're excited. I'm actually considering going back and adding more to the last chapter...well, more than I already did. You know, throw in some more Kyman. I guess I'll do that whenever I'm fixing them up.

Thank all of you for the reviews! I appriciate them.

Butters was in gym class doing jumping jacks. He was fit from dancing, so exercise was no problem for him. It allowed him to let his mind wonder...

Him, Eric, Kyle, and Kenny had been in some weird type of relationship for four months now. He didn't mind Kenny, and he loved Eric, but Kyle wasn't really nice to him. They had been friends-well, kind of anyway-before they had started seeing Eric, but now the redheaded boy was rude to him, and Butters was beginning to suspect that the boy didn't even realize he was doing it. The Jewish boy was probably just in love with Eric too, he figured.

'Well, he can't have him.'

Butters didn't mean to be, well, mean, but Professor Chaos had no problems with it. And whether he was prepared or not, if Kyle kept acting the way he was, the Professor was going to have to have a word with him...

"Hey Faggot."

Butters was pulled out of his thoughts. He knew that voice, unfortunately, and it was directed at him.

"H-hey Clyde."

Butters stopped doing jumping jacks. His mind was wondering back to something that had happened months ago.

Clyde pushed Butters up against a set of lockers in the locker room. Everyone else had left the room, leaving Butters alone with the taller boy.

Butters had skipped classes that day-something that was rare for him-but he had something in his locker that he had wanted to give to Eric; a box of the boy's favorite chocolates. It was corny, yes, but Butters had heard that girls liked chocolate, so maybe Eric would too. Not that the Cartman boy was anything like a girl, but he did like food..

Butters was snapped out of his thoughts when Clyde's lips pressed against his own. The blonde's blue eyes flew wide open, making his shock evident. The brunet boy had been staring at him a lot lately, but Butters had never thought that this was why...

Butters squirmed beneath the much stronger boy, trying to get away. The kiss wasn't soft, nor was it any bit comfortable, and Butters just wanted to get away.

Finally, Clyde did pull away. Butters hadn't realized it until now, but during their kiss Clyde had pinned his skinny wrists-which were probably bruising by now-above his head, making sure he couldn't get away.

"A-ah, gee C-Clyde. I-I di-didn't know you were g-gay."

Butters realized almost instantly that it was the wrong thing to say; Clyde looked angry. He let go of Butters' wrists, instead choosing to grab at the boy's hips. Butters began to squirm again, and this time Clyde slammed him against the lockers again.

"I'm not a faggot like you, queer-mo!"

Butters thought that he was going to be slammed against the lockers again, but he could hear footsteps coming in their direction; someone was coming into the locker room. Clyde heard it too; he turned his head in the direction that the sound was coming from. Thinking that it was his chance to get free, Butters began to squirm. It was no use though; Clyde may have let go of his wrists, but the boy was pressed up against him.

"H-HELP! Somebody! Heeelp!"

Clyde whipped his head back around to look at him.

"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed, his breath in Butters' face.

The footsteps were coming closer now. Clyde panicked and let Butters go. He turned to leave in the opposite direction that the footsteps were coming from, but before he left, he turned back to Butters. Butters looked at him, his blue eyes still wide and were beginning to water, until Clyde pulled his fist back, hitting the blond in the face.

"You better not tell anyone about this, fag!'

Butters didn't watch him go, but he could hear him running off. He slid down to the floor, his eyes closing. He could hear the steps coming closer until they reached him.

"Butters?" It took him a moment to place the voice, but he definitely knew it. "Are you alright?"

Butters was shaking. He had pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

"Y-yeah, Token." He finally opened his eyes and raised his head, which had been resting on one of his knees. "T-thanks."

That had been months ago. Butters had been avoiding Clyde since then, but Eric, knowing that the boy had hurt him, had ripped on him every chance that he got.

With Butters' luck, Clyde would blame him for it.

"Your boyfriend has been giving me a tough time lately, fudge packer."

Butters hated being right.

Kenny had decided earlier that day that he didn't want to go to class. It wasn't unusual for him; he skipped classes often. He rarely skipped classes alone; Eric usually joined him. The larger boy was at home sick that day though.

Not wanting to skip alone, he decided that he would stop by the school and get Butters. They had been spending a lot of time together lately and Kenny was growing fond of the smaller boy. Maybe they could stop by Cartman's house and "take care" of the football player.

Kenny smirked, thinking it was a good idea.

'As long as Kyle doesn't show up.'

Kenny knew that Kyle wouldn't skip school, but there was a chance that he would show up at Cartman's house later that day. The redheaded boy would never say anything mean to Kenny himself-Kyle probably knew that he'd get his ass kicked if he did-but he was being a jackass to Butters lately, and the Stotch boy didn't defend himself often.

Kenny went strait to the football field when he reached the school, knowing that Butters had gym that block. The blond spotted his friend easily-it was hard not to spot Butters when he dressed as flamboyantly as he did-but stopped in his tracks when he saw who was talking to him.

Clyde.

Clyde had been giving Butters problems lately. Kenny, knowing that whatever the brunet was saying to the blond couldn't be nice, sprinted over to him.

Neither one of them noticed him at first. Clyde was standing closer to Butters' than it made the blond comfortable, and it make Kenny himself uncomfortable.

"Is there a problem here?"

Both of the boys turned to look at him. Clyde's eyes narrowed but he moved away from Butters. He reached a hand out and pushed him towards Kenny.

Kenny caught Butters easily, the blond being light.

"There. Your fag boyfriend was coming onto me. You should keep him on a leash."

Clyde glared at them both before he walked away, leaving them alone.

'Gay ass bastard would probably think a leash was hot.'

If Kenny thought about it, Butters in a leash would be pretty nice..

The boy in his arms straitened up, but Kenny didn't let go of him.

A/N: Not exactly how I wanted it. It was a bit rushed, but oh well.