"What the fuck, Cartman?" Kyle squeaked, his hat flying across the room. He was wide eyed, and sprawled across the carpeted floor of Eric's room. The big boned teenager was towering over him, smirking.
"What, Jew? Can't handle it?" Cartman tilted his head cockily, staring at the red hand mark on Kyle's cheek.
Kyle rubbed the back of his head, where his ginger hair had been yanked roughly. "I-I" He stuttered, unsure of what to do. This was pathetically cruel, even for Cartman. Kyle'd come over to help Eric with homework.. or so he thought. Eric, possibly just agitated and with a need to get anger out, had pounced on him. "I should get going.. dick head.." He eventually said, muttering the last insult, before scrambling to grab his hat, and to stand to his feet.
"Take the pain like a man, Broflovski." Cartman laughed cruelly. "You know you love it." He smirked.
"W-what..?" Kyle stopped dead in his tracks towards the door, and tilted his head to stare at Eric.
"Oh, please. We all know you're gay. Did you think it was a secret? The way you stare at Stan.. check out Kenny.. And we all see the way you look at me, too." Cartman laughed, eyes narrowed evilly, watching as hot color rose to Kyle's cheeks.
"Asshole.." Kyle grumbled. "So what? I'm gay, and going to be hurting for the next week because of you. Happy?" He muttered, before opening the door and slamming it back shut behind him.
Cartman was about to laugh, before he stopped in realization, the smirk faltering. He'd just hurt and possibly lost one of his best friends. "Kyle.." He mumbled to himself, walking slowly to the window to watch as the ginger walked down the sidewalk covering the sore mark to the best of his ability. "Shit.."
Eric knew he got a strange feeling around Kyle.. but only now did he realize that this feeling wasn't just hatred.. but something more.. warm and comforting.
Cartman flopped himself back on the bed, rubbing his face. "Fuck.. I'm an idiot." He grumbled to himself. For awhile he sulked, and then, an idea popped into his head.
He pulled his phone out, and began a group call with Kenny and Stan. "Guys.. I have an idea.. it involves us and Kyle.. we're going to make him feel better.. get a bit of stress out of his system. Get Kyle over here at 2PM tomorrow." He stated, grinning slightly to himself.