Authors Note: Wow I am so happy with all the feedback! I never thought it would be so positive for the first story I posted. Thank you guys so much! Also I noticed a few mistakes I made in the previous chapter and am so sorry. I'll check more thoroughly in the future. Also forgot to put the disclaimer, can you believe that? I have seen disclaimers in almost every story I have read in the past five years and I FORGOT IT. Seriously. WTF ME!

serendipityrain711- Actually, it may be surprising for a story called Betting but the bet isn't important, the punishment is. Thank you so much, I hope to keep them as in character as possible.

FireWasp- Thank you so much! I am definitely continuing. Hope you continue to read it.

Disclaimer- I do not own South Park or any of the characters in this story. At all. I just love to write stories about it.

Kyle's POV:

I can't believe I have to do this. I cannot believe I lost that fucking bet with Cartman. I looked into the bag Cartman gave me. I nearly shudder as I look at its contents. I had to go to Cartman's house to start the day since part of my punishment is to wear what is in this bag. I'm getting changed in his room while he waits right outside the door. I know that my mother would never let me leave the house wearing this. Hell, she wouldn't let me wear this in the house.

"Hurry up, Kahl!" Cartman yelled through the door. I could hear the laughter in his voice. "We wouldn't want to be late for school!"

"Shut up, fatass!" I nearly growl back at him. "You don't give a shit about being late for school!"

I pull a pair of pants from the plastic bag as I wait for his response.

"Ah ah ah Kahl! I told you what you have to call me," Cartman responded. Damn it he is definitely getting a kick out of this. "Remember, you have to listen to me!"

I roll my eyes and grit out "Whatever." I chucked the next article of clothing onto Cartman's bed.

"Don't roll your eyes," Cartman yelled to me. "What do you call me, Kahl?"

I huff in annoyance as I kick off my shoes and shrug off my orange jacket. How did he even know I rolled my eyes?

"Master Eric the awesomest…" I practically whisper back. I can't believe I have to call him that in front of everyone!

"I can't hear you!" Cartman sang back. I could practically see the large grin spread across his face through the door. I tug my shirt off, ball it up, and throw it at the bedroom door. I imagine it hitting his smug face.

"Master Eric the awesomest," I reply louder, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I may have to do as he says but I don't have to like it. "Awesomest isn't a word, you know."

I start to unbuckle my pants.

"It's a word if I say it's a word, Kahl!" He whines back at me. I don't bother to respond as I let my pants fall and step out of them. I grab the pants Cartman gave me, a blush overcoming my face as I think of how everyone will react. I sigh, resigned, and start getting dressed.

"Can I at least have my coat while we're outside?" I grumbled to Cartman, shivering. "It's freezing out here!"

"Fine, you wimpy Jew," Cartman replied, smiling.

There is something strangely…pleasant about that smile. It is one of the most sincere smiles I have ever seen on him. Cartman pulled my coat out of his bag and I took my backpack off so I could put it on. I was surprised when instead of handing me my coat he wrapped it around my shoulders himself. I look over at him and he doesn't meet my eyes. I look away as I push my arms through the armholes and pick my backpack back up. We started walking again though this time, we aren't talking.

When we arrive at the bus stop Stan and Kenny are already there, chatting with each other. A blush reddens my face again. They know that Cartman and I had a bet going, but they don't know the stakes. I'm wishing now that Cartman hadn't insisted he hold my hat for the day. If I had it maybe I could hide the burning on my face a little, or at least hide my fiery red curls. I slow my walk so I could avoid the inevitable. Cartman keeps walking at the same pace and I feel a tug at my neck, reminding me of another part of my punishment for losing the bet. A fucking leash. I had a goddamn dog collar around my neck connected to a leash that Cartman was currently holding the handle to. Cartman noticed the sudden tug and looked back, grinning when he noticed my red face and glare. His laughter attracts Stan and Kenny's attention and they both gape at me before bursting out laughing. I flush a deeper red and cross my arms, wishing to be anywhere but here.

"D-dude what are you wearing!?" Stan asks me through his laughter.

"Are those leather pants?" Kenny choked out. "And a fucking dog collar?"

"Don't forget the fishnet shirt!" Cartman adds oh so helpfully, grabbing the flap of my coat and pulling it so Stan and Kenny could see the fishnet shirt underneath. He isn't laughing as much as Stan and Kenny, but that's just because he had already seen me like this since he is the one that made me wear this.

"Why are you wearing t-that?" Stan asks me, trying to calm his laughter and be a supportive friend. Kenny, on the other hand, didn't bother to try to stop this uproarious laughter.

"This is my punishment for losing the bet…" I mutter in response.

"Don't forget having to do everything I tell you to today," Cartman mentions. "And having to call me something very specific!"

Kenny's laughter was finally dying down and he took the chance to ask a question.

"What do you have to call him?" Kenny asked, trying to catch his breath.

"Master Eric the awesomest." I replied, deadpanned. There was a slight pause as Stan and Kenny absorbed that and then they both started laughing even harder than before, Kenny falling on his ass because of it.

I glare at Cartman and he just smiles that same confusing smile.

This was going to be a long day.