I woke right up the next morning. The first thought that ran through my head was that my plan better have worked. Please please please let it have worked. I knew Kyle wasn't going to remember, but at least there would be some proof this time. I immediately got dressed and ran out to my piece-of-shit car to go to school. I couldn't waste any time. I needed to see Kyle.
I arrived at school a few minutes later, having ran a few red lights. This was one of the first times that I was on time for school, let alone early for it. I got my crap... I mean books, from my locker and went to look for that red headed Jew. The school was mostly empty. There were a few freshmen... and Butters in the hallway, but no Kyle. I was growing impatient. He had to get here soon, because I needed to talk to him before first period. I couldn't sit through an entire class not knowing if my plan of proving to Kyle that I die all the time worked.
Eventually, I saw him entering the locker room talking to Jimmy, and I ran right over. I didn't even care how ridiculous I looked running down the hallway.
"Kyle! Can we talk?" I immediately asked.
He shot me a look that was torn between confused and scared. "Yeah," he then turned to Jimmy saying, "I'll talk to you later, dude."
I pulled him over to the corner of the locker room where it was deserted.
"Can you explain this to me..." he said sternly, taking his phone out of his pocket and showing me the video I forced him to take.
I took a deep breath. "Okay. So here's what happened. I told you that I die all the time, but always wake up in my bed the next morning. You thought I was crazy. So I made you take a video of my dying yesterday so that I would have proof. And that video would be that proof."
Kyle just looked at me, deep in thought. "And what part of that isn't crazy?"
"I know it's crazy. But I had to prove it to you. Do you believe me... even a little bit?
"Well," Kyle hesitated, "it doesn't make any sense, but I guess there's no arguing with the video."
I let out a breath of relief. Kyle was replaying the video, still completely shocked. I looked over at the phone. I hated seeing this from his point of view. I felt awful. I listened to Kyle's hysterical voice from the phone as he tried not to look horrified watching it. The Kyle in the video pleaded, '...please, just stop. I believe you, okay?'
He then paused the video and looked up at me with those damn adorable green eyes. "Why... why did you do it? I said that I believed you."
A wave of guilt washed over me. "Do you really think that you believed me?" I asked.
"Well... not that I remember, but I probably just thought you were even crazier. Dude, you were fucking killing yourself. What do you expect?" he replied bitterly.
I leaned the back of my head on the locker that I was standing against. "I'm sorry for putting you through that." My voice was quieter now, as I noticed the students at their lockers around me. I didn't want anyone overhearing this conversation, because they would definitely think that I was crazy.
Kyle replied shakily, "it… it's okay." I knew that he wasn't really okay. His eyes were still miserable. They began glossing over. Oh no, I couldn't let him cry. Fuck, why was I such an idiot? Why did I always fuck up with Kyle? Always. I hated doing it, but I always managed to screw things up.
I wrapped my non-broken arm around his waist and pulled him in towards me. He leaned his face against my chest and I lightly rested my chin on top of his curly red hair.
Cartman then walked past us, grinning widely. In between fake coughs, he let out the word, "fags," staring straight at Kyle.
"Dude, shut the fuck up." I said, gritting my teeth. Dammit was that guy so fucking insensitive that he would even make his stupid jokes when Kyle was on the verge of crying?
Kyle let go of me quickly to glare at Cartman and yell, "fuck off fatass!" His mood changed instantaneously from sad to just plain furious.
Cartman walked away, laughing hysterically. I flipped him off as he left.
"That guy's an asshole..." I mumbled, under my breath. Kyle just nodded in agreement. "Are you okay though?" I asked in a concerned voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just still a little bit in shock. You are okay though, right?"
"I'm perfectly fine. No permanent damage." I tried smiling at Kyle to lighten the mood.
The bell for first period rang. Even more than usual, I didn't want to go to class. I wanted to stay here with Kyle until he was at least a little bit less upset.
"I'll see you later," he said shyly as he picked his backpack up off the floor.
"Yeah. And again, I really am sorry for making you go through that."
Kyle just smiled with those still-sad eyes as he walked off in the opposite direction. I wanted to follow after him, but I needed to start actually going to class. And actually paying attention, which was hard to do through all of this. I really couldn't stand to sit through this entire day of school.
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