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A/N: So, here is the second chapter! Did you guys like the first one? I don't estimate this story being that long, maybe around six or seven. But, who knows where I'll take it? I certainly don't. And with that, I hope you guys enjoy this one!
Also, please review!
"How do you think this message got out? I did not send it. Who knew I was gay? I never told anyone! And how did they send it to all those people in my contacts? It just…doesn't make sense, dude!" I say.
"I don't know, dude, but we'll find out. I'm with you." Stan says, and I start to feel good.
We will figure this out. As long as I have my friends, my brother, and especially my best friend, I'll get through this.
Spoofed (Chapter 2)-Leading Up
Well, we somehow managed to get that packet finished by the end of class. That means no homework, at least not for Spanish. That's one good thing that's happened today…on top of the few awful things that happened: an ass-fucking of my mind by the A.P. Gov test and…oh, yeah…being outted with no control over it!
Like, how the fuck does that even happen? This sucks! I'm reacting a bit differently than I was during class earlier, but that's because it finally sunk in. I am pretty much over that test, and now I realize the magnitude of what actually happened to me. And I am fucking pissed. I've never been a cool-tempered one; I've always kind of had a hot streak and I am known for getting angry pretty easily, but this takes the prize.
I am so pissed and enraged. But, there is a glint of hope!
Lunch wasn't too amazing….at first, at least. Lunch is right after fourth period, which happens to be Spanish. I had tried to act like nothing had happened, like I wasn't forcibly outted or anything. I had gotten my lunch: pizza, fries, an apple, and some chocolate milk all for free (got to love being able to lie on the meal application at the beginning of each year and say that my family's income is low enough for free food because we know the school won't check it – all my friends and myself have been doing this since we started high school last year and we will continue to do this until we graduate). After I got my food, I went to our usual table and waited for everyone to come. And everyone did come, but it didn't stay calm for long…which wasn't actually that bad.
"Hey, fags." Cartman had said when he joined the rest of us. Surprisingly, that was not what got things chaotic. That's what he always says when he sits.
"Hey, dude." I said. Cartman, though he responded to my text badly (and in my surprised mood made me rush to judgement), isn't actually that bad anymore. He's still an asshole, but we all do consider him a dear friend. I know that text was just to get a rise out of me. I was just overreacting when I read it.
"So, Kyle, how bad did that AP Test fuck you?" Kenny asked, smirking. Like he was going to take the class. Yeah, right.
"Hard. I can barely walk." I said, playing along with the innuendo. I have been saying for the past two weeks how hard this test would fuck me, and I kept thinking how it did right after the exam. Now, I was just giving in because the test was over.
"Can we address the elephant in the room?" Butters said. I know what he was talking about, but I decided to make a joke.
"Cartman, what do we need to address to you?" I said, and everyone laughed at that, him included!
"I swear, Kyle, I'm going to kick you square in the nuts, you hippie Jew!" He said with a smile. I can't believe the dynamic of our friendship now.
"Sure you will, Fatass. But, alright. Yes, I'm gay. But, I did not send that message." I said, and the table went silent for a moment and then started back up again.
"Wait, what?" Wendy spoke up. It's a little…odd…how she's the only girl we hang out with, especially because she hasn't even been Stan's girlfriend since early seventh grade three years ago. Stan was the one who broke up with her, but on the best of terms! They just were, and are, better as great friends than not-too-committed boyfriend and girlfriend.
"Exactly. My reaction exactly when Stan told me about it during Spanish. I had no idea it got out! It even got out to my parents! I'm just glad that you all are alright with it. But, I don't know what happened." I had explained, and I see them all trying to process it. I actually forgot I had food, so that's when I took my first bit of the somewhat-too-greasy pizza. Well, it had tasted good…
"That's fucked up, man." Stan said. He knew this already, but he just said it to reiterate his support for me.
"I know! How are we going to even find out who did it? I have no idea where to start!" I said, taking a drink of one of my two chocolate milks (I had slipped the other one into my pocket because extras do cost money regardless of meal applications or not. I guess I do fit some of the Jew stereotypes…).
"Well that's easy, my dear Kyle." Cartman said, and we all looked over to the Fatass, who was peeling nonchalantly his orange. "Come by my house tomorrow after school. Bring your hippe-fag boyfriend and the poor boy with you." He said, slightly amused. I didn't know what he was getting.
"Why?" I had asked, and he cocked his head to his side.
"Because I'm going to help you." He said, head still cocked and seemingly-confused.
"Why would you help me, Fatass?" I was just playing along now, and he knew it. That's why I wasn't surprised from the next thing he said.
"Because whoever did this, they hurt you. They pissed you off. That's unacceptable…because that's my job!" He said the last part with a smirk, and I laughed along with the rest of the table to that. "But, to be seriously for a second, I have to make some calls. I'll explain tomorrow." He had said, and that was that. Nothing else was said about my situation, and the rest of the day was mediocre at best.
But now, I am walking home with Stan. Cartman said to come over tomorrow, and I can't use that as a distraction for today.
"Kyle, can I ask you something?" Stan asks.
"Of course. You know you don't even have to ask to be able to ask." I say. It's going to be a while before everything calms down, but at least tings are as great as they can be.
"I'm just curious. How long have you known?" He asks, and I chuckle at that. That was the big question?
"Uhh, close to a year actually. About ten or eleven months. Around Winter Break last year. But I thought I was bi since seventh, but I wasn't sure until last year." I say. I am only now realizing how long of a time that is.
"Damn! Three years! Was it hard keeping it a secret that long? I mean, it must have been killing you!" He says in response. Actually…
"It was at first. But I came to just accept it about six months ago. I stopped worrying about it." I say to Stan.
Over time, I kind of just accepted that I liked boys a lot more than girls. I took me a long time to get over my "bi" phase. I just didn't want to accept that I liked only boys. It's just that if one is bi, he or she can still go for the opposite gender. But if one isn't bi and is just gay, it was as if I was resigning to some horrible fate…which I quickly realized I wasn't, but was just still gay.
"Jeez. I can't even imagine holding something that big in. I wouldn't have been strong enough. You're…strong, Kyle. I wish I knew so I could've helped you. But, I completely understand why you didn't tell me. And I am so sorry that this happened to you today, but we'll get through it. You're not alone anymore. You have all of us by your side, even Cartman!" Stan says, and I am glad that I live around such awesome people. If I was in an environment where it wasn't so accepted, things would be very different right now.
"Thank you, Stan." I say. I've never been really great at expressing gratitude, only criticism and anger.
"We need to learn to drive soon, dude. I'm tired of walking." Stan says, and I laugh. We are almost old enough to get our permits.
"Yeah, but it's not like our families have extra cars to give us, or money for one." I say, and he shrugs. He still makes a good point though; walking starts to suck when we know we have other options.
In only a few more minutes, we get to my house. I unlock the door and we walk in and go up to my room. Nobody is home; Mom is out picking up Ike because his school is considerable farther than ours is and he shouldn't have to walk that.
We decide to just turn on the television while we begin our homework. I don't have that much; I don't have homework for AP Gov because we just had our test and we both finished our Spanish packet. All we have are catching up on our daily Journal entries and Reading Logs for our shared English class, and I have some easy Trig homework (establishing identities is actually really easy – you just have to think how the two are related and that's it) while Stan has some easy algebra questions on his Chemistry homework. I get about halfway through the Trig homework when I hear the front door open.
"Kyle, you could come down here please, bubeleh?" I look over to Stan, who just shrugs; after all, her voice didn't sound mad or anything. I guess it's now or never…
We walk out of my room and Ike walks up the stairs in our direction. "Hey, guys." Ike says and walks into his room. I guess that's a good thing; I'm pretty sure he would have warned me if Mom was mad or anything. We walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mom is pouring herself a glass of diet soda.
"Hey Mom." I say. Maybe she didn't even get the message; maybe the responses from her and Dad were for something else entirely, and it was only a coincidence it was today. My Mom turns around when she hears my voice.
"Hello there Bubby, and hello there Stanley." Mom says, smiling. This may turn out to be a good thing after all…
A/N: Ehh, I didn't know how to end this one. I didn't want to start the next part of it because it would end at an even worse cut-off point. Especially with the way the main plot of this story (what the title is based off of) and the sub-plot works (the main focus of this chapter), I would like to have an even amount of development per chapter until the sub-plot is done and I can focus on the main one.
I also would like to tell any new readers of mine that I try to update stories within two weeks of the previous update, but that may be harder to achieve now because I am currently working on three separate stories (check my profile for details – I keep a subsection of current chapter stories listed). So, I apologize in advance for any late-updating. But, I hope you guys enjoyed this one and stick around for more. Also, don't forget to review!