Run

iv

A light is flicked on.

The room is dusty, obviously not used recently. I almost consider asking Craig how the fuck he got the key, but his hands are everywhere and I'm pushed onto the carpet unceremoniously, his lithe frame hovering over me as he mauls my body.

"St- stop..." I hear myself say in a weak, pitiful voice. I hate this, this thing that he is right now. "It's not-"

His fingernails dig into the flesh of my left arm, holding it in front of my face as they slice deeper. "You don't look like you want me to stop."

I make a sound in the back of my throat, turning my head to the right to avoid his accusing tone.

"Give me one fucking reason to stop." A sneer is in his voice; he knows that he's won.

"You're not yourself!" My head snaps back to his frozen figure as the words that had bubbled on my tongue when I got a good look at him. "You're fucking on something! And this wasn't the agreement, so get the fuck off of me!"

That look, oh god. He's got that face that I hadn't seen before on again and he bends down-

"Stan! I- What the fuck?" Craig pulls off, glaring daggers at Cartman standing in the doorway, who takes a few steps back. Though, contrary to his previous smart move, he opens his mouth once more. "Y- you faggot! Both of you!"

Panic wells in my stomach. Cartman, the biggest mouth ever. If he tells everyone oh god-

"You honestly think you can use this against us?" Craig says, that smirking lilt in his voice. "You honestly think that people are going to believe you - obstinate asshole - over me?"

Cartman turns a deep red. "Of course they are, fucktard! Why wouldn't they?"

"Let's see... Your crush on Kyle," Cartman draws in a deep breath, "the fact that no one likes you," he turns an uglier shade of red, "and the fact that I'm much more influential than you?"

"I don't like Kyle," he seethes, glowering at Craig.

"Of course not."

"I'm not that! You're the fucking gay!"

"I suggest you fuck off, as it would be harmful to you nonexistent reputation to be labeled a 'queer'." Cartman huffs and switches his gaze to mine.

"I thought Kenny was bad. You fucking freak." With that, he turns on his heel and storms off: the door shutting lightly behind him.

As silence engulfs us, I quietly stand, brush myself off, and pick up my bag. As I start to leave, Craig grabs my wrist. I shake him off without looking back, exiting the room and joining the last dwindle of students as they make their way to the school parking lot.

-/-/-/-

"So, I heard that Park High's football team is doing well."

The dinner table goes quiet and my mom automatically covers her mouth, not believing what she just said.

My fork and knife clatter onto my plate, startling everyone.

I stand up and carry the remains of my dinner to the sink.

"Stan-"

"Don't, mom," I say as I scrape the leftovers down the sink. I put the dish and utensils in the dishwasher, shutting it quickly and exiting the room.

I'm not even into the hallway when my father whispers,"You know not to talk about that around him."

"I'm sorry, I forgot," my mother whispers back.

I pull myself up the stairs, open my bedroom door, and flop onto my bed.

Here I am, once the star quarterback for the Park Bulls.

Let go because of my fucking grades.

I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut, pretending that I'm not crying.

Because I'm not.

I'm not.

AN: Insomnia is baaaaad.

No smut for you! Sorry, but I wrote it so many times and then I was sort of 'I don't have to write it!'

Yeah, I sorta cheated out on you guys.

To make it up, I'll show you my worst spelling mistakes:

obviviously

Dertmsn (Cartman)

unsherrymoanlessly (ohgodwhatI'mtired)

The song I'm plugging is... Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. It's awesome! xD (Yes, I'm listening to a ~tralala~ song while writing emo shit. Problem?)

I promise updates will get longer. They will! I swear! D:

FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS SMUT: CHAPTER SIX. JUST YOU WAIT. ;D

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~Nixi o3o