A/N: Back to Kyle's side. Because this is war. Apparently.

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Kenny's chest was tight, his lip practically bleeding from his teeth scraping over the delicate skin. His feet pounded against the sidewalk as he made his way into downtown. Kyle's voice when he'd called spoke volumes about everything. The redhead didn't need to tell him what he saw, he could just hear it in the meekness and total defeat that overshadowed his usually strong, proud tone.

'I'll kill that fucker I swear to fuckin' God,' Kenny thought, growling and baring his teeth furiously. His phone buzzed and he grabbed it out of his pocket, finding a message from Bebe: 'I'll be there in 5.' Ken sighed in relief, more than glad that she was just as worried about the whole circumstance as he was. God knew that Kyle needed more people than were willing to actually give him the hand he needed right now.

He rounded the corner, looking for Ronny's Diner, where Kyle had begged him to meet him at. He groaned, running his fingers through his unkempt hair and shaking his head. This was fucking ridiculous. This whole situation was way too surreal. Four days ago, life was just fine. How could everything turn to Hell so quickly on them?

He finally made his way to the restaurant, practically breaking through the door. He panted, looking around and finding Kyle's red hair standing out against the beige wall color. He raised his brow to see that Cartman and Butters were still with him, sitting in the opposite booth, but pushed the thoughts away. He sped over and launched down into the seat next to Kyle. "Dude, are you okay?" he asked, wincing at Kyle's broken expression.

Kyle blinked at him, shaking his head slowly. "No. No I'm not. Ken...He...Stan he..." he trailed off, breaking off their gazes and staring down at the coffee table.

"I know, Dude," he bit his lip, rubbing his shoulder. "I was actually on the way to get ya so me and Bebe could tell ya when ya called."

The boy's shoulders dropped and he sighed. "Ken...when did I get so fucking stupid?" he asked.

The blonde narrowed his eyes, "Ya ain't 'stupid', Ky. Stan's just a dickhead."

"I've been saying that for years but you fuckers don't listen to me," Cartman scoffed, taking a sip of soda.

"Why the fuck are you here, Fatass?" Ken raised his brow suspiciously.

The brunette shrugged, "I love seein' Kahl about to cry," he waved dismissively. Kenny snarled, going to move before Kyle pulled him back down.

"He's just saying that because he's Cartman," he rolled his eyes. "He's actually on my side."

Ken blinked in surprise, looking at the fidgeting glutton. "Seriously?"

"W-we both are," Butters piqued up. "That ain't right what Stan did to ya, Kyle."

"Tell me about it," Kyle grumbled, laying his head down on the table exhaustively. "I don't know where to go from here."

"Forward," Kenny said firmly. Green eyes flickered up to him and he could feel his heart aching from the saddened gleam overshadowing them. "Ya say 'fuck you, Marsh' and ya keep movin' on."

Kyle raised his head and frowned, "Ken...Cartman says that everyone thinks I'm a fucking slut," he twisted his face. "No one but you three seem to believe me."

"Us and Bebe," Kenny reminded him. "She's on her way."

He nodded slowly, "Good. She'll be able to tell me the best way to break into that fucking cunt's house and strangle her to death with her own hair," he sneered, clenching his fist angrily.

"Now, Kyle, d-don't," Butters cooed, grabbing his hand and opening his palm back up. "Ya don't need to make yourself bleed again."

"Yeah," Cartman nodded in agreement. "You're getting enough blood loss from your period."

"Fuck. Off. Cartman," Kyle seethed, red edging his vision. He flinched a bit as Kenny's hand went back to rubbing his shoulder, feeling a wave of calm wash over before the hurt began anew. He sighed and grabbed his coffee, taking a long, angry sip. "Goddammit. This is just...fucking stupid," he grumbled.

"Nah, Stan is fuckin' stupid," Kenny said softly. "It's gonna be okay, Dude. I swear."

Kyle shifted, tapping his fingers against his mug and looking over at him in distraught. "I believed you when you said that yesterday...but now I don't know," he admitted quietly. "I-I mean...I can't believe he did that...so soon," he frowned, quickly losing his calm demeanor until Kenny's soothing hand went back to work and he sniffled a bit. "I guess I just thought better of him."

"Which was stupid," Cartman rolled his eyes. "He's a fucking pussy who rebounds like he's fuckin' Dennis Rodman. That was just shitty judgement on your part, Jew."

He shrugged, tucking some stray curls behind his ear. "Well...you're best friends with someone your whole life and you think they're the greatest thing since sliced bread," he replied. "At least that's how I thought of him. Apparently he thinks I'm just cheap trash," he sunk lower into the seat. Kenny watched him helplessly, trying to think of something, anything to say that could pull Kyle out of the slump he was recklessly heading towards.

"Kyle!" a high, distressed voice called out. They all looked over to see Bebe hurriedly coming towards them. She pushed Kenny back into his seat and clambered on top of him, grasping the redhead in a desperate hug. "Oh, Honey," she sniffled, swinging him back and forth.

"Bebe...git off!" Kenny rasped, swatting at her arm currently lodged in his ribcage.

"Sweetie, are you all right?" she ignored the blonde, pushing some of Kyle's bangs out of his startled face.

He nodded softly, "I'll live."

She frowned, backing up off of Kenny and letting him take a grateful breath. She grabbed a chair from a table and swung it to the end of the booth, sitting down and staring at the boy thoughtfully. "Stan, however, will not," she assured him. She looked over and smirked, "Millie!" she called out.

Millie came over, dressed in her waitressing garb and smiled. "Hey, Bebe. Thought you wouldn't eat here because the cooks are so hairy," she rolled her eyes bemusedly.

"Here to plot an assassination," she shrugged innocently. Millie snorted and Bebe looked at Kyle with gentle hazel eyes. "Honey, what do you want to eat?"

He shook his head, "Nothin'. I'm fine."

She scoffed, "Get him a egg and bacon sandwich...and me and Ken some coffees, please," she requested. Millie nodded, glancing at Kyle suspiciously before heading off towards the kitchen. They stared after her before turning back to the redhead.

Kyle stared at Bebe questionably, "Why am I getting a bacon and egg sandwich?"

She chuckled, "Because Stan hates eggs and it breaks Kosher. Two annoyances down in one package," she winked.

Kyle snorted a bit and shook his head. "Except my family rarely follows Kosher to begin with."

"Eh," she shrugged. "Either way, food will help."

He nodded, glancing back towards the kitchen. "Did uh, did you guys notice the way Millie was looking at me?"

"Okay, I totally thought it was just me," Kenny blinked. "She looked like ya spit in her food or some shit."

"I think I need to worry about her doing that to me," he raised his brow. "The fuck is her problem anyway?"

Bebe shrugged, "Her and Bridon are having issues, she probably looks at all guys like that right now."

He rolled his eyes and took another long sip of his coffee. "Who isn't having fucking relationship drama bullshit anymore?"

"W-well me n' Eric aren't," Butters beamed proudly.

Kenny, Kyle, and Bebe backed up and Cartman blinked at him disgustedly. "Uh," Kenny narrowed his eyes a bit. "Are you two..."

"No!" Cartman snapped, slapping Butters' head. "Jesus fucking Christ, Butters, phrase shit better!"

"Well I'm sorry," he pouted, stirring his milk a bit. "I just meant that he doesn't have none and neither do I."

Kyle placed his head in his hand and cocked his brow, "Well, ya kinda have to be in a relationship to have relationship drama, Butters."

He blinked at him hurtfully, "I am! 'Member Lexus?"

"Seriously? Again?" Ken rolled his eyes. "Dude, she only flirts with ya 'cause-"

"She works at a fancy restaurant now," he interjected with a frown. "She ain't doin' that kinda work no more. We've been goin' out for 'bout five months now."

Kyle offered a weak smile and nod, "Well, that's great. Good for you, Butters. Sorry I didn't know about that."

He shrugged and patted Kyle's arm, "I don't go 'round braggin' 'bout it, so I ain't sore." He paused and looked at him carefully, "Kyle? You need t' cry?"

"No," he set his lips firmly and leaned back in his seat, staring at the table once again. "I need to kill a certain pair of black-haired assholes."

"Agreed," Bebe nodded, clinking her nail against the tabletop, glaring out the window beside them.

Kenny looked at the two of them stewing and bit his lip. Both of them seemed to be on the edge, both of them feeling beyond betrayed by their best friends. This could only end badly. "Guys," he said softly. "Ky...Dude...if you go off and...attack Stan it's only gonna make it worse," he winced.

Kyle looked up at him and blinked, "You...you think I should just...lie back and let him do whatever he wants with my reputation?"

"Your reputation?" Bebe cocked her head.

Cartman snorted, "Aren't you a cheerleader, Stevens? Figured you'd be up to date on all the Kahl gossip."

She looked at him carefully, "I try not to get involved in this kind of crap. I'm making an exception for Kyle," she gestured towards him. He smiled at her gratefully and she winked.

"Didn't you know that he's the biggest slut to step foot in South Park High?" Cartman chuckled, drawing their attention back. "He's slept with every guy he could get his hands on."

Kyle frowned, "You...you didn't say that they thought I slept with other people besides Kenny. You said they thought Stan and I-"

He stopped him with a shaking head. "Nah, Jew." He pulled his phone back out of his pocket and tossed it towards the redhead. "That shit's been blowing up today."

Kyle frowned, grasping the phone and opening Cartman's messages. His face dropped slowly, his mouth gaping. "Holy shit," he whispered frantically as he scrolled through. "'Kyle hooked up with Clyde last night', 'Apparently Broflovski took Red's boyfriend three months ago and fucked him behind the bleachers', 'I heard that redheaded Jewish kid was in a gangbang a few weeks ago'?!" he read, his chest heaving in panic, his face flushing over in complete humiliation. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?!" he demanded. He slid the phone back over to Cartman and slammed his face into his arms on the table.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ I'm gonna kill him," Kenny growled under his breath, rubbing Kyle's shoulder still. "Dude, it's just rumors," he tried. "I-I'm sure it'll clear up..."

"No. No it fucking won't," Kyle raised his head slightly, his breathing deep and furious. "Remember that one girl last year who was accused of blowing the basketball team?" They all nodded confusedly. "Well, as someone on the fucking basketball team, I can assure you, that didn't happen," he frowned. "But she had to fucking transfer because people wouldn't leave her alone about it!" He looked up at the ceiling helplessly. "I can't believe this. I can't believe he would do this to me!"

Butters cleared his throat, "Well now, I-I don't think that Stan started all those rumors, Kyle."

He looked back down at him, sending the blonde jumping back against his seat as the stoney glare of jade cut into him. "Yes, actually, he did," he said angrily. "He said that we fucked on Token's counter at his party. He fucking started the idea that I'm easy. Then we break up and all of a sudden all these fucking stories come out of nowhere?! You think that's just coincidence, Stotch?!"

"N-no, Sir. I guess I don't," he mumbled, tapping his fingertips together nervously.

Bebe leaned forward, softly putting her hand on Kyle's tensed forearm. "Kyle, Sweetie, Butters isn't your enemy," she reminded him gently. "I know you're upset, but you can't get angry at him for trying to make you feel better."

He looked at her for a moment before clearing his throat and nodding, "Sorry, Butters," he muttered.

"It's not a problem," he insisted. "Kyle, this ain't right. Stan's, well, well he's an asshole, that's what he is," he said firmly.

"Ain't that the understatement of the century," Kenny scoffed. "So, how do we kill him? I'm thinkin' knives."

Kyle looked at him with a quirked brow, "What happened to 'attacking him will make it worse'?"

Kenny frowned, looping his arm around Kyle's tensed shoulders. "I didn't know this shit was spreadin' that quick. It's like a goddamn stomach flu."

"How fitting considering how nauseated I feel," Kyle said miserably. He leaned in against Kenny and took a deep breath. "What can I do? I can't stop the fucking rumors. I can't tell Stan he can't fuck Wendy or whatever...Do I really just need to lie back and let all this happen?" He paused looking at the group of them carefully. "Guys, you four are the only ones on my side, at least, the only ones who wouldn't bullshit me. Do I take this up with Stan or do I just try to get through the year hiding?"

They all looked at each other before Bebe cleared her throat, "I think...maybe you...should try to talk to Stan. Not yell and scream. But talk."

Kenny nodded along, "Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love t' wrangle Stan's fuckin' throat but...you need to let him know what he's done to ya," he winced. "That asshole's gotta be held responsible."

"But you know Stan," Kyle insisted. "I could get it proven in a court of law that it's his fault and he still wouldn't think so."

"Which is why you shouldn't say a damn thing to him," Cartman rolled his eyes. "You're not exactly super important to the school, Kahl. Your reputation being fucked up isn't going to affect anybody but you."

Kyle scowled, "Well I'm kind of the biggest factor, Fatass. And what if...what if I decide to date someone else?" he cleared his throat, shifting in Kenny's grasp and making the blonde bite his lip anxiously. "Then their reputation is trashed, too."

"Who, like Kinny?" Cartman guffawed as the two of them began to glow bright red. "Like he has much of a rep anyway," he scoffed. Kenny grabbed a couple of sugar packets and wailed them at the brunette's head, rolling his eyes as Cartman continued laughing.

Bebe looked at the two huddled up together carefully, "Are...are you two thinking about-"

"Not now," Kenny held up his hand to stop her, his icy blue eyes pleading for her to drop the subject. She nodded slowly and sighed, shaking her head. Kenny cleared his throat, tightening his grip around Kyle for reasons that he couldn't even begin to imagine himself as he looked at Butters. "All right, Stotch. Two to one, what should Kyle do?"

Butters shifted uncomfortably and shrugged, "Well...I ain't the confrontin' type, Fellas, you know that. And...I don't think you talkin' to Stan is gonna make a difference, Kyle," he winced.

Kyle stared at him and nodded slowly, "Why do you say that?"

"Well...Stan's...stubborn as a mule, ya know?" he shrugged. "A-and he's popular...he ain't gonna want no one t' know that he was lyin'. I think it'll just humiliate ya even more."

"But he could get the anger off his chest," Bebe argued. "He can't spend the rest of the year being hated and having thongs thrown on him at his valedictorian speech!"

Kyle snorted, quirking his brow, "You think I'm going to be valedictorian?"

"Well who the fuck else would be?" Kenny shrugged.

The redhead scowled, "A certain bitch by the name of Wendy Testaburger, that's who. She's always trying to compete with me. Grades, clubs, volunteer groups...Stan..." he trailed off softly with a sigh. "She...she bested me. The bitch finally did it..." he bit his lip and looked over the group again. "Tied up and no overtime," he grumbled.

Kenny looked at him sadly and clung onto him tighter, "Ky, it'll be all ri-" he paused as a plate flew past his head and smacked into Kyle's face.

"JESUS FUCK!" Kyle screamed, holding his injured eye and glancing up to see Millie staring at him furiously.

"Millie, what the hell!" Bebe shouted, reaching over and trying to pick egg out of Kyle's hair.

The strawberry-blonde leaned over, glaring at Kyle. "Touch my man again, and the next time it'll be the coffee pot," she warned before pivoting and storming back into the kitchen.

The group watched after her with dropped jaws, Kyle finally bringing his hand off his face and trembling. Kenny cupped his chin and tilted his face into the light, frowning. "You're gonna have a nice bruise here," he gently brushed over his brow bone.

"I-I...I haven't even spoken to...to Bridon since..." Kyle fumbled, looking down at the spilled sandwich, desperately searching for his answers.

"Honey, it's gonna be okay," Bebe assured him worriedly. "Millie's just fucking stupid, okay?"

"Apparently so am I," he said blankly. "I trusted that...fucking bastard and he..." he growled and slammed his fist onto the table. "That whole 'marry your best friend' thing?" he snarled. "Don't fucking do it. Don't date them. Don't try to take it any further. And definitely don't fall in love with them!" Kenny awkwardly took his arm off of Kyle's shoulders and the redhead looked up at him guiltily. "Kenny, I-I didn't mean-" he stopped as a ringing interrupted them.

Kenny said a silent thank you, reaching into his pocket to grab the culprit. He raised his brow, holding it towards the redhead. "It uh-it's yours," he said.

Kyle grabbed it, staring at Stan's name blinking across the screen. He took a deep breath, looking at the group watching him intensively. He dropped his vision down to the plate and scattered food on the table. He bit his lip and shook his head. He glanced up at Kenny's heartbroken expression, feeling that anger starting to rear its ugly head again. "Kenny?" he asked, letting the phone continue vibrating in his hand. "Will you walk me home?"

The blonde blinked, "Yeah, sure, Ky."

The redhead nodded, glancing back at the device in his palm and sighing. He quickly cancelled the call and shut the phone off, slamming it down on the table and shaking his head. An angry mutter slipped out under the bustle of the restaurant around them from the distressed boy, the remaining four looking at each other with heavy eyes: "Fuck you, Marsh."

A/N: Poor Kahl. Such the slut. Believe it or not, I am taking inspiration for this story from something that happened to me in high school. Yeah. It was a fucking disaster that still follows me around five years after I've graduated. But it makes for some good ol' fashioned drama bullshittery! Will I be that mean to Kyle? Who knows?

Thanks for R&Ring!