A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating this story; I've been, honestly, uninspired. Yet, I've gained that inspiration once again and I intend to continue. If no one has noticed, I have written other stories, check 'em out if you please. Just enjoy the ACTUAL story of Clear Cut Love now that the intros are done and over with.
Kyman: 1
There that asshole goes again, acting like he's ready for war some shit. Like he's ready to pounce at anyone who "dares" to pick a fight with him. He's probably acting that way because he assumes I'll come out of nowhere. It's the game we play. The challenge we uphold. It's a never ending cycle I assume we both want to continue. Sincerely, everyone in this school is a retard, and the only one I consider up in my level is the Jew. I guess that's why we bash heads, because we don't have anyone else to bash heads with. Despite that, I can see his alert movement leak out of that trying-to-be stoic face of his. He's expecting me, because I haven't fought with him for two days. Yes, two days. That's a really LONG time in our book.
I very well can't disappoint him, so I happily sigh and eagerly step in front of his path as he is walking across the hallway. The challenge is here, folks. Come one, come all, because today is the day I'll beat the shit out of the Jew.
He bumps into me and shuffles away in a surprised anger.
"What the fuck, fatass!" He glares up at me with those cute brows mushed together so distinctly.
"The fuck me? Everyone knows you Jew-rats need to make way for the higher sub-species." I retort with a smug grin.
"I don't feel like attending detention today for beating your ass, Cartman. Let me get to my locker." He spouts.
By now, some of the students hault slightly to witness the common spectacle they are used to. We fist fight and argue constantly and it's practically a show for the students. Especially the freshmen who know nothing about the both of us and are shocked that two students would fight so much in open public. Honestly, even the teachers don't care, most of them stop to watch too when they're close. And the ones who do care are getting tired of breaking up the same event constantly.
"Detention? Please, if you dare to face me you'll be in the hospital, Jew." I brag.
"Hospital?" He looks amused by this comment. "Honestly, Cartman, how many times have you actually won? About once or twice I assume." He looks as if he's about to burst out laughing.
I glare, starting to loose my haughty demeanor and gaining a familiar ire. "Nine times, Jew! NINE!"
"Wow, that's more that I thought, but nine out of lets say about a hundred isn't that impressive." He smirked victoriously.
"Nine this year, Jew! I've won way more than nine times in total." I growl.
"It's sad that you actually keep count of that, fatass. Are you that insecure that you-" I cut him off as I swing my fist up at his jaw and he rocks his head back in surprise.
Some of the students gasp, especially the freshmen, and they step back in a circle.
The Jew regains balance and wipes his mouth as he forms an almost sadistic smile. You would think that would be uncharacteristic for the Jew, but really, he only does so in moments like these.
"That was almost affective!" He growls as he grabs me by the shoulder and knees me in the face. Not in the gut, in the fucking face! This Jew is jack shit of all kinds of crazy, but luckily for me, so am I.
I don't let myself recover until I latch at his Jew curls (his stupid hat fell off as I punched him by the way) and slam his head against the lockers by me. He punches me hard as shit on the back and I could feel the numbing pain as I loose some air. I nearly fall to my knees but he bashes my head in the lockers by pulling my hair back in the same manner I did to him. I can hear my ears ringing but I ignore it as I grab his legs and trip him on the spot. He falls to his back with a broken yell and I straddle him and attempt to punch his face excessively. I succeed as I end up punching him for about five times, but he ducks one of my fists and my kunckles nearly break as it comes in contact with the hard floor. I hiss in pain as he struggles to push me off. I'm heavy for him (just because I'm heavy doesn't mean I'm fat, stop thinking that!) but he succeeds and I roll off from the side.
As was about to punch my face in the floor, I see someone grab him from behind. It was Mr. Ficks, the assistant principal. Not caring, I trudge up to him him in the balls, but someone grabs me from behind as well and I didn't bother to notice who. The gym teacher sounded his whistle loudly and all the students, including Kyle and I, cringed at the loudness of it.
"Cartman, Broflovski! Can you two go for a week without fighting!" He asked in the way all gym teachers ask, as if he had a built in megaphone installed in him or some shit.
"Tell that to him! I was calmly walking to my locker when he picked a fight with me!" Kyle yelled back.
"I don't give a damn who started it or not!" He yelled, spit flying from his lips. "I'm sick and tired of you two! Now, I've been too lenient with the both of you ladies! One more fight out of you two on school property and you won't be getting detentions! You'll be outright expelled!"
"What!" Kyle shrieked in concerned shock.
"That's right, Broflovski! One more duel out of you and no law school for you!" The gym teacher spout.
I couldn't help but chuckle. Really, I would love everyone to think that I chuckled on Kyle's expense, but it was actually because a swad of the gym teacher's spit landed on Mr. Fick's face.
"And you, chubby!" He turned to me.
"I'm not fat you bald headed freak!" I shouted. I hate it when others dare to call me fat! Only Kyle gets away with calling me that, but not without a few bruises or cuts from me.
He came dangerously close to my face. "One more peep like this out of you, and the Juvenile Dentention Center is gonna be your new home."
"Juvie!" I spouted, appalled.
"Yeah, you heard me!" He smiled smugly.
He stepped back between us. "For now you bitches go to anger management together. I will make sure and make it manditory, by court's law, that by next week you will spend the remainder of the year living together in a government paid apartment! You will also have community service hours to attend!"
"What! Expelling me is one thing, but making me live with that... thing!" Kyle said in disgust towards me.
"Yes!" He yelled to the Jew's face. "And if the landowner even suspects that you two will fight in her property then, expellsion and Juvie for the BOTH of you!"
We gaped at the gym teacher. "Do I make myself clear ladies!"
"Is that even legal!" I asked.
"I've already got it set. I've been waiting for you two to burst like this so I can get the judge's signature." He said.
"You ladies are gonna get along whether you like it or not!" And with that, he turned on his heels and left us.
The bell rang, signaling the end of school. The teachers let us go and left, and the students, shocked and appalled, slowly left us alone. We were still unable to grasp the entire situation.
"Five months, living with you..." Kyle said, still gaping.
"Shit..." I said in the same manner. "What about our parents? Is it even legal?" I asked.
"We're both eighteen." He said. "Our parents don't have a say in the matter."
"Fuck..." Is all I could say.
Honestly, I was too much in shock to reciprocate the feelings of excitement that I would later on feel.
Kyle and I... living under the same roof... and not allowed to fight!
"Oh vey." Kyle said.
And even though the expression was Jewish, I couldn't help but agree.
A/N: I didn't plan this... the story wrote itself. I didn't expect that out come myself. Honestly! I wrote without a plan and this came out... yes! At least I have a conflict to go on with this pairing. But fuck my life because now I need to come up with conflicts for the other pairings! Yay, at least this pairing is interesting. But now difficult, how am I going to write about them living in one roof? otl!
