Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in months, but shit happens, ya know? At any rate, I'm updating all of my stories, including a new one I wrote. It's a Pokémon/Glee crossover, Kurt and Sam pairing. If this sounds even remotely interesting to you, please go read it! Feel free to read my other story as well. Anyway, on to the chapter!

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It's been four days since I found out about my new power. It's also been four days since I sucked off my boyfriend, Clyde Donovan, on my living room couch. Things haven't been awkward exactly, I just feel a little trashy. I had never anticipated my first sexual experience to be a face full of crotch. I'm just thankful that Clyde isn't the type to brag about sex to his friends. I wouldn't want to have to kill my first boyfriend.

However, blowjobs are at the bottom of my seemingly endless list of problems. For one, Bebe Stevens glares at me constantly. She hasn't made a move to harm me since the incident in my room, but she always looks tense, like a cobra poised to strike.

Boys are another one of my problems. Token, as well as the other choirboys, have apologized profusely for their behavior. I can't blame them, it's not as if they could control themselves, really. However, there's still some tension between all of us, as if the spell was still upon them, ever so slightly, yet glaringly obvious. I make it a point most days to avoid them, just in case.

Finally, my most current problem is staring me in the face. Wendy Testaburger. Wendy and I are somewhat friends. We've always been in competition with one another, be it school, sports, or music; and now, apparently, over Stan as well.

"Kyle," she said, approaching me.

"Yes?"

"Can we…maybe...talk for a second?"

"Sure," I reply, hearing the worry in her voice.

We decide to skip choir, mostly out of fear of what happened the other day, and sit outside on a bench. Wendy has changed since we were kids. She stands at 5'6, something that annoys me greatly, and weighs about 119 pounds, the skinny bitch. Her black hair is shorter now, reaching her jaw, about an inch longer than my own. Her purple pea coat remains ever present, though she switched to dark green dresses, forgoing her yellow pants, a decision I highly approve of.

"It's Stan," she says, pulling me from my musings. "He seems so distant, like he doesn't care about us anymore. He's either busy with football or caring for you."

I can sympathize with that. I remember when Clyde first joined football. He practically ignored me for weeks until I pounced on him one day before a game, kissing the life out of him. He hasn't forgotten me since.

"Stan has a lot going on right now," I say. "But now that I'm out of the hospital and training is over, you'll be his first priority," I say sincerely.

"You really think so?" she asks, sounding uncharacteristically insecure.

"I know so," I say, smiling warmly at her.

"There's something else," she says, her gaze focused on her purple ballet flats. "I'm…I'm a mutant too."

I stare at her stupidly. Of course she has powers, I think to myself smiling, she has to keep up with me somehow.

"That's wonderful, Wendy!" I exclaim. "What's your power?"

She smirks. "Telepathy. I'm clairvoyant as well."

I smirk back. "You stupid bitch," I say playfully, "Stan's going to be so turned on! Have you told him yet?"

Her smirk slips off her face. "No," she said sadly, "I was afraid to tell him. I feel like he's going to treat me differently once he knows."

I roll my eyes. "Wendy, Stan has powers too," I remind her. "And all of his friends are mutants as well, he's not going to care."

Her eyes begin water. "I know it's stupid, but he's always treated me differently than he has you, and I feel like it's going to get much worse once he finds out."

I feel sorry for Wendy. I can tell how hard keeping her powers a secret is for her.

"Look," I say, "Stan's a good guy, he'll understand. If you want, I'll be there with you when you tell him."

"Tell me what?" Came a familiar voice.

Wendy and I jump as Stan comes around the corner of the building, a concerned look in his eyes.

Wendy gulps and I squeeze her hand reassuringly.

"Stan…" she says slowly, "there's something I need to tell you…"

Stan starts panicking. "What? But…Wendy, we've never even had sex!"

"WHAT?!" Wendy and I scream in unison.

Stan begins to look confused. "Wait, so, you're not pregnant?"

There's a short pause before Wendy and I start cackling like madmen. Stan looks even more confused as we attempt to pull ourselves together, reigning in the giggles.

"No Stan, I'm not pregnant," She says, before turning serious. "I'm a mutant."

"Oh," Stan says blankly, before smiling at her. "Cool."

He gives her a smile before hugging me and heading back to class.

"See?" I say brightly, "nothing to worry about."

But Wendy still has a sad look on her face. "Yeah," she says, "nothing at all."

She mutters a goodbye before quickly walking away, leaving me confused.

I'm tempted to run after her, but the last bell rings, and I've promised Clyde that I'll meet him at his locker. He says he wants to tell me something.

I head inside, taking off my coat to reveal a black Fallout Boy t-shirt, one of my favorites, and a striped long sleeve shirt under that. My combat boots clomp loudly on the tile as I head to Clyde's locker.

When I arrive, Clyde is already standing next to his open locker, which appears to be completely empty. Frowning, I step up to Clyde, who looks incredibly upset.

"Hey," I say softly.

"Hey." He says, not looking at me.

It seems like ages before he finally speaks again.

"Kyle, I'm moving to Scottsdale next week. My parents told me two days ago."

For several moments I'm unable to speak. Finally, I manage to speak.

"You're breaking up with me?"

Clyde pulls me in closer, as if afraid I might disappear. "I wish there was another way, but you and I both know long distance relationships don't work. I think it would just be easier this way."

I want to hit him. I want to kick and scream and hate him for not fighting for us. But deep down, I know he's right. It's easier this way. We take a long walk, go to our favorite coffee shop, and pretend that our lives aren't about to be drastically changed forever. He exits the coffee shop alone, and I fight back tears as I sip on who knows what, trying to keep it together.

Somehow, I end up in Cartman's Honda, sobbing as he pulls up to his driveway. He ushers me inside, brings me Clyde Frog* to hold, and lets me sob brokenly into his shirt.

"Why are you being so nice?" I say between sniffles.

"Because you're friend, you stupid Jew," he said lightly, no animosity behind his insult, "You're important to me."

Cartman turns out to be a perfect confidant. He lets me explain what happened without interrupting with threats of killing Clyde, he gives me enough space to breathe and process the whole incident, and when I head home, he promises to keep what happened a secret from Stan and Kenny until I'm ready to tell them.

I fly home, the cold air acting as a reminder that I can still feel things besides heartache.

Tada! I hope you guys don't hate me too much, but there's a reason for Clyde leaving, you'll find out soon enough, just as there's a reason for Wendy still being upset, if you haven't already caught on from that scene. *Clyde Frog is Cartman's stuffed animal that comforts him, and I in no way affiliated with the real Clyde. Hope you guys enjoyed this! R&R please!