Okay, so first of all I want to say I'm sorry I kind of took my time with this chapter, school got in the way :P secondly, I tried doing a split point of view with this chapter, so let me know whatcha think. Thanks for reading, and please review 3
Kyle's POV.
Kyle ran into the school, tears streaming down his face, rushing into the first bathroom that came into his sight, finding the furthest corner and curling up there, burying his face in his hands.
"K-Kenny's such a j-jerk," he whispered to himself, wiping at his eyes miserably. The cold floor underneath him provided little comfort, and the one jacket he'd manage to keep with him was still damp.
Hearing the sound of boys approaching, Kyle got up quickly and darted into a bathroom stall, not wanting to be found on his first day of school, hiding in a bathroom crying his eyes out. Ew, he thought as his foot almost slipped into the toilet, sticking his tongue out.
"Yeah another poor kid with mommy issues, that's just what this town needs," said the first boy, waddling into the room, barely able to fit through the door, managing to squeeze through somehow. Wow, now I understand all those "child obesity" activists. Kyle starred at the boy in disgusted fascination,
"Cartman, you're a poor kid with mommy issues," proclaimed the boy following him, who compared to the other was as thin as a rail, about Kyle's height and weight. A few strands of jet-black hair stuck out from under his hat, hanging down in front of his eyes.
"Don't talk about my mommy Stehn!"
"Stan, say it with me fat boy, Stan."
"I'm not fat I'm just big boned!"
"Uh huh, keep tellin' yourself that."
"Wow, Stehn. Here we were having a nice conversation, about a stupid, poor, orphan asshole, and you ruin it, with your fascist lies."
"I don't see what your problem with Kenny's foster brother is," me? Thought Kyle, but, I don't even know these people. From where Kyle was he could perfectly see the two boys, the thinner of the two leaning against a wall, and the fatter one munching on a donut. "He's probably a really nice kid."
"Dude, no. Just no," Cartman glared up at Stan, pink icing from the donut smeared around his mouth, a few sprinkles still clinging to it. Stan rolled his eyes, brushing at his bangs and sighing. "Look, Stan, I don't think you realize how serious this is."
"It's not serious, so Kenny's parents adopted a kid, what's wrong with that?"
"They didn't just 'adopt' a kid! They are 'fostering' a kid! They cram those kids into foster homes like rats. Maybe there's just one now, but soon there will be two, then three, until finally sixty-four little poor assholes are running around, stealing our jobs and losing them! Do you want to be a ghetto Stan?"
"Okay, Cartman, listen because I'm only going to say this once. Before he was a foster kid, Kenny's foster brother, whose name is Kyle-"
"You named him? Now he'll never leave!"
"Listen! Kyle, used to have a mom and dad, he's just like us, but now, he doesn't have a mom or dad, they don't want him, or couldn't take care of him, and so he-"
"They do too want me!" Kyle was unable to restrain himself, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth as he saw Stan and Cartman both jump at the unexpected outburst from the stall. Oh, shit, he thought, unlocking the stall door and pushing it open, embarrassment evident in his eyes as he was left standing there, feeling more awkward then ever before. "Uh, hi. I'm Kyle."
"Oh my god! He's already spying on us like a faggy foster kid!" proclaimed Cartman, fat jiggling as he pointed a stubby finger at Kyle.
"Shut up! I was not spying! I was already here!" shouted Kyle, now fuming. First I have to deal with Kenny's shit and now this kid?
"Leave him alone Cartman, he hasn't done anything." Stan stepped between the two of them, looking cautiously at the both of them. His eyes briefly met with Kyle's, giving him warning look. Kyle ignored the warning completely.
"How 'bout you go crawl back to whatever aids infested, sandy vagina you crawled out of!" shouted Cartman, pushing Stan roughly out of the way and shoving Kyle into the wall. Kyle hit the wall with a thud, his eyesight dizzying for only a moment as his skull made contact with brick. He let out a gasp of pain, and then forced himself to step away from the wall. C'mon Kyle, don't let this fat fucking retard treat you like this!
"I have had enough! First I had to deal with Kenny's shit, I'm not going to deal with yours!" Cartman tried to shove Kyle again, but the lithe redhead ducked underneath his chunky arms and drew his own back, swinging. A loud crack echoed as Kyle's fist made contact with Cartman jaw.
Kenny's POV
South Park High School had two lunch periods, the first one being for seniors and juniors, and the second one being for sophomores and freshman. Kenny McCormick may have always been late for school, but when it came to both lunch periods he had perfect attendance.
While Kyle and Cartman were fighting in the bathroom, Kenny had decided to stick around school for a bit, just in case something should happy to his new "baby brother" and Kenny had to be called to the office, to take him home, and the principal realized he wasn't there and tried to visit Kenny's house again.
Hiding inconspicuously under the table, Kenny eavesdropped and quickly picked up any pieces of food that fell on the floor, no matter what it was, or how dirty it had gotten. This small habit of his had gotten so bad at one point he ate an entire eraser without noticing, unfortunately for Kenny his stomach had.
C'mon, drop some more food, thought Kenny, sitting cross legged with his head in his hands. I'm hungryyyy. With each passing day of this Kenny began to feel more and more like a neglected dog. He eagerly snatched up a piece of french-fry as it hit the floor, munching on it like a squirrel.
"Hey guys, sorry I was late," added a new voice, pulling out the chair that Kenny had been leaning against, forcing him to cram into the middle of the table, narrowly avoiding the feet surrounding him.
"Dude what happened? You were supposed to be here like half an hour ago."
"Some stupid new kid got into a fight with that obese kid; you know the one who always brings a whole turkey to lunch?" Kenny froze completely. Kyle? No, there must be some other new kid in school; Cartman could flatten Kyle in an instant. "Well," the kid continued, "the kid got dragged to the principal's office; apparently tubby has a broken jaw. . . . Yeah, definitely not Kyle, thought Kenny, trying to reassure himself, thoughts of his potentially injured foster brother running through his brain.
"Kenny McCormick, please report to the principal's office." A nasally voice reported over the intercom.
"Shit, shit, shit!" shouted Kenny, scaring the freshman sitting around the table. Kenny ignored there frightened squeals and crawled out from underneath someone's chair. He pulled his hood up and tightened the strings, running towards the principal's office. My parents are going to kill me if he's dead!