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We have so much yelling in today's chapter! Yelling and mixed feelings! And hugs. Because hugs are awesome and everyone needs a hug. Except Cartman.
I own Alena Courtney. That is all.
Chapter 2
Kyle had been sitting on his bed, just thinking when there was a beeping from Alena's coat.
Kyle's curiosity spiked. Getting off the bed, he reached over to the grey and black coat and picked it up. The beeping stopped. Kyle reached into the pocket and took out her phone. No password so Kyle was able to look at the phone.
New message. From Wendy Testaburger.
Wendy had moved towns and therefore schools, but she and Alena knew each other through the gang hanging out and stuff . Kyle clicked on the message to read it.
"Stan said he saw u n Kyle leavin skol 2gether. Planning on asking him out? U did say he was fit tho ;D"
Wait, what?!
"Kyle!?"
Crap! Alena was back!
"What the fuck are you doing with my phone?" she yelled, storming across the room and snatching it off him.
"You think I'm fit?" Kyle was surprised. "What does that mean?"
"You don't touch my phone, Broflovski!" Alena hissed.
"Oh my God, you think I'm hot!" cried Kyle.
With a growl, Alena pushed Kyle against his bedroom wall so hard that he slid to the ground.
She straddled him, pinning his arms above his head with her hands.
"You forget what I said." she threatened.
"You find me attractive." Kyle whispered.
Alena sighed, resting her forehead on his chest.
"Please, don't do this, Kyle." she whispered.
"You flirt with me and then insult me." Kyle replied "You're weird, Alena."
Alena lifted her head.
"I don't believe in love." She said darkly "As soon I find myself acting unusually nice to you, I act like a dick, alright?"
"Wait, what?" cried Kyle.
"Fuck it," Alena let go of his hands and leant back. "I'm going home, Broflovski."
She stood up, throwing on her coat and trying to wrap her scarf round her neck.
"Alena, stay please!" cried Kyle.
Alena turned round to him, her scarf all lopsided.
"Oh for fuck's sake" she snapped, fixing it.
Kyle grabbed Alena's hands and glared into her face.
"You're trouble, Alena." he snapped
"Then why did you invite me round?" Alena replied "Why the hell even talk to me?"
"Because I like you!" Kyle cried, "For God's sake, you ignorant twat! You're actually a nice person."
Alena flung her arms around his neck, pulling him close.
Kyle didn't respond, he froze.
"Oh my God, you freaking idiot!" Alena cried, before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hug me back, ignoramus!"
So he did, Kyle hugged Alena back.
Kyle never noticed Alena a full head shorter than him as she lay her head on his chest.
"You're a moron." she smiled.
"You're a pain in my ass." Kyle replied.
Alena lifted her head and kissed his cheek.
"I like you though. You're a good friend."
Kyle didn't say anything, he just held the girl closer.
"Ky?" she whispered.
"Yeah?" he asked.
Alena smacked him across the back off the head.
"I can't make you think I like you too much. You're still an idiot."
"Kyle!"
There was a knock at the door. It was Kyle's mom.
"Dinner!" she cried.
"Ready to meet my parents, Alena?" asked Kyle.
"You make it seem like we're dating, Broflovski." Alena giggled.
"Trust me, I talk to any girl and my parents automatically assume that we're dating." Kyle sighed.
"Your parents are really weird." Alena smiled.
"I'm Jewish." replied Kyle. "They think I'll end up marrying any girl I date."
"What?" cried Alena, letting go of Kyle.
"Yeah." replied Kyle. "Please don't hate me." he winced.
"I don't hate you, moron." Alena settled her head back on his chest. "it's just that I know some Jews and they're all "BE JEWISH!" she waved her arms around. "You're not like that."
Kyle laughed.
Dinner was silent.
Ike watched Kyle and Alena with a rather suspicious look on his face.
"So Alena," Kyle's father Gerald looked between the two teens.
"How did you and Kyle meet."
"We sit together in class." Alena replied. "We were on the way home and Kyle invited me in. We're both going to Stan's tonight."
"Of course." replied Sheila "Stanley's been holding his famous 'first day back' celebrations since middle school."
"You two sure you're not going out?" Ike asked.
"Ew!" cried Alena "No way! Like I would date a guy like Kyle!"
Kyle gave her a dirty look
"Gee, thanks, Courtney."
"Pleasure's all mine, Broflovski." Alena snapped.
"Are you Carla Courtney's daughter?" asked Sheila. "The one who was sent away to boarding school in England?"
"I wasn't sent away!" cried Alena "I went of my own free will."
"That's not what your mother says." Gerald shook his head.
"Alena?" Kyle frowned "Is that true?"
"Ky, I..." Alena started.
"I know!" cried Ike "You're that girl who got arrested in New York for punching that police officer!"
Alena shook her head
"No!" she cried "Don't say anymore!"
Kyle watched as Alena covered her ears, trying to block out what Ike and his parents were saying.
A fight? Punching a police officer? Arrested? Was this the girl Alena was?
"I'm out of here!" yelled Alena jumping to her feet. "I came to South Park to get away from all this!"
Kyle stood up too.
"Alé, stay, please." he pleaded.
"You're alright, Broflovski." she smiled gently. "I'll see ya tomorrow in Chem."
She walked off to get her coat. Moments later she left.
Kyle sat back down on his chair, seething.
"I knew she looked familiar." Sheila shook her head.
Alena slipped the key into the lock and opened the front door. She didn't bother calling out, because she knew that there would be no one home. She walked to her room and flung herself down on her bed.
Images of Kyle flashed through her mind. Him smiling, angry, frustrated, surprised, confused, scared, embarrassed. Then the one of him in pain filled her head. A strange feeling filled her stomach. She was angry. Angry at herself for hurting him.
"GAH!" she yelled, thumping her bed "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!"
"I'm going to Stan's!" called Kyle, before shutting the door behind him.
He fixed his ushanka and trudged along the sidewalk to Stan's house.
When he arrived at the Marsh's, Stan's mom opened the door.
"Oh." she said "Stan! Your friend is here!"
"Hi, Stan!" called Kyle.
"We're in the living room!" yelled Stan.
Kyle took off his coat and gloves and walked into the living room. Stan, Wendy, Cartman, Clyde, Butters and Tweek were all sitting on the floor talking. As Kyle walked in, Wendy stood up.
"Is Alena with you?" she asked, chewing her lip.
"Why would she be with Kyle?" asked Cartman.
"We walked home together." said Kyle. "No, she left early." he told Wendy.
"She won't answer her cell or landline." She cried.
"I don't know if she's coming." Kyle said truthfully.
"Who's Alena?" asked Clyde.
"But she's doing food!" cried Cartman.
"We can order take out." shrugged Stan.
"Did something happen?" asked Tweek.
"I..." Kyle shook his head "She just walked away. In the middle of dinner too."
"You two had dinner together?!" cried Wendy.
"Who is Alena?!" cried Clyde
"A girl we go to school with." said Cartman "Shh!"
"I invited her round. Hey, Stan said to be nice to Alena." Kyle tried to defend himself.
"There's being nice and asking her out, dude!" cried Stan.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Kyle sat down on the floor, "Let's do something."
"DDR!" cried Tweek and Wendy.
After twenty minutes of trying to figure out how to get the dance mats to plug into the back of the TV and getting the plug to work, Butters and Clyde had the first go at DDR.
Wendy sat next to Kyle and smiled at him.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Not really, I saw the text you sent Alena about me." Kyle stared at his hands.
"Which one?" Wendy looked looked horrified.
"The one about me being 'fit'." replied Kyle.
"Oh." said Wendy, relaxing a little.
Kyle didn't want to ask what other things Alena and Wendy had discussed.
"She went mental. She had me against the wall! And the next she goes off on this rant and then she hugs me."
"She does kinda like you. She said all these things about you being cute and having a sweet ass-"
"What?!"
"- and then she feels really out of character and goes back to being a bitch to you."
"My family said all this stuff bout her being arrested and shit. Is this true?" Kyle looked up.
Wendy nodded,
"She doesn't like people talking about it."
"That's why she stormed out during dinner." replied Kyle.
"Tomorrow, try to get her alone and talk to her, okay? Try to get her to admit how she feels."
The doorbell rang and Kyle stood up suddenly.
"Must be the take out!" he cried "I'll get it!"
Kyle opened the door with his wallet and instead he got-
"I bring glad tidings and nommings!" cried Alena, holding up two bags of food.
"Alena!" cried Kyle "What are you doing here?"
"I'm doing food, remember fuckface?" Alena grinned.
"But we ordered take out." replied Kyle.
"Then cancel it." replied Alena. "I'm here now."
"Dude, the food can't be here already?" asked Stan, peering over Kyle's shoulder "I haven't even ordered yet."
Alena smiled at Stan.
"Sorry I'm late. The queue was a bitch."
"We thought you weren't going turn up. Kyle said you weren't coming."
"Hey!" cried Kyle. "I said I didn't know if she was coming."
"Well, I'm here now." Alena said "Broflovski, take these bags into the kitchen. You can be my cooking bitch."
"Fine..." sighed Kyle, taking the bags and the following Alena into the kitchen.
As soon as the door was shut and the bags were placed on the counter, Alena had Kyle against the wall.
"You're really close, Alena, you're too close." whispered Kyle.
"I'm sorry for walking out on you during dinner. I'm sorry for hurting you." Alena touched Kyle's face gently "I'm sorry for being a really crap person, Ky."
"Alena," Kyle replied "You really like me, don't you?"
"I like you. A lot." she whispered "I don't fancy you though."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"You're a nice guy, Kyle." she smiled.
"Yeah." Kyle gave a half smile "I don't know how to respond to that."
"Shall we make the food now?" Alena said, taking off Kyle's ushanka.
"Yeah." replied Kyle, ruffling Alena's hair.
In half an hour. Alena and Kyle ha placed chips and other bits of party food in the oven while sticking other bowls of food in the microwave.
"I think this is a little bit too much" Alena chewed her lip as she dumped three bags of pizza rolls on a tray.
"What do you mean?" Kyle took chicken nuggets off the grill and put them into a bowl.
"All this food." Alena gestured around the kitchen "I brought a bit more that last time, but I think chicken nuggets and potato chips are a little bit childish."
"I like chicken nuggets and potato chips." Kyle placed a hand on Alena's shoulder. She smiled and slipped an arm around his waist in a gentle hug.
"Thanks." she said.
"Is that food ready?" cried Cartmn from outside.
"All except the pizza rolls." replied Alena "Keep your wig on, fatso."
"I'm not fat!" yelled Cartman.
Kyle laughed.
"Don't laugh at me, you stupid ugly Jew!" Cartman retorted.
Alena strode over to the door and flung it open.
"Don't call Kyle that!" she snapped. "I think you'll find that he is very clever and is very cute"
Kyle just stared.
"Alena!" cried Wendy, walking into the hall. "Everyone can hear what you just said!"
Alena froze and turned round to Kyle. Both redheads turned scarlet.
"I mean, if I was into him." replied Alena, shooting "But I'm not. I wouldn't go out with Broflovski even if you paid me."
Kyle gave Alena an equally dirty look.
"Like I would want to have anything to do with HER!"
Cartman gave Kyle and Alena a strange look before grabbing a bottle of Coke and heading into the living room.
Wendy giggled before walking off as well.
Alena turned to Kyle and looked him up and down.
"I have to admit," she grabbed a bowl of food, "You do have a nice ass." she kissed his cheek and walked away.
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