Chapter 14
The fall of Zit-Zillah
WOW MAJOR HIATUS! I know how many times this is typed, but I'm SO sorry for the delay! I really am! But I've been more than a little busy, and any spare writing time I have has been devoted to my own, non-fanfiction novel (which might be getting published soon, guys! Wish me luck!!), which has to be polished off and edited before next month or several people are gonna have my guts for garters.
Aaaaanyway, literary death threats aside, welcome to the long (long long long!)-awaited revenge of Kyle on Samantha! Hope this satisfies you Broflovskifan! X3
And everyone, I cannot thank you enough for your reviews, and I devote this chapter to Beemo in particular for that inspiring PM, cheers dude! Hope you like
Second to last chapter coming right up (and its UBER long!):
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Later that day
KPOV
The school bell rung, loud and clear in every single classroom heralding the start of the weekend and two whole days of freedom. Kyle Broflovski sat back in his desk with a smile blazing bright across his face; a perfect day over, another test aced…and a meeting with the most important person in his life starting just a few minutes from now
Ignoring the teacher's last minute instructions for the homework (he'd worked out the answers at a glance anyway) the handsome Jew shrugged on his schoolbag and swung out into the corridor, riding the noisy train of students out into the clamour of the playground.
Dodging a few stray balls and a couple of retarded sixth graders playing tag, Kyle ducked into the shadow of the main building and padded over to the tiny courtyard behind the biology block; his and Stan's secret meeting place ever since they'd started highschool.
It was quiet here; a faint smell of damp and dust casting veils of calm and secrecy over the scene. Some kid had scribbled words across the back wall and the gutter was hanging off the wall on one side; the result of a high speed encounter with a passing football. But none of that mattered; they were just the histories of other people who had met here and seen how special the place was
Kyle snorted, colouring slightly as he realised just how much poetic tripe was wittering away in the back of his mind. It was just a dumb schoolyard, after all, even if it did have that unusual quality…
"So even standing alone makes you blush now?" came a warm voice in his ear, and Kyle flinched despite himself, twisting round to see Stan's mischievous smile. His lips twitched into an identical grin; he should have remembered how much his best friend liked to sneak up on him….(and how good he was at it!)...but it had been a while since they'd even spoken, let alone been this friendly.
Reading his expression perfectly, as always, Stan's grin faded and he took a step back, eyes dropping guiltily to the tarmac, but unable to resist flicking up now and again, silent torture gleaming in their depths.
"Hell dude, you know how crap I am at apologies…" Stan mumbled at his feet, scuffing a toe into the gum-splattered tarmac.
"Confrontations in general, if I remember right." Kyle smiled again, but tiredly, as though the memory of the past weeks had drained all his energy. "You'd always get me to go do them for you, like with Wendy. A bit tougher this time eh?"
"Yeah." Stan sighed, and for a moment it looked as though the conversation would be left at that, but a spark glittered somewhere in his eyes and he tried again, his voice a little stronger. "You'd always….I've always depended on you dude, y'know that?"
Another smile, but Stan's face was blurring into the mists of memory. Kyle's gaze lowered as a blurry slideshow of their past clouded his mind. All those days…all those nights…all those villains and heroes and frankly gay perverts…
The good old days.
The phrase sent a pang through his heart, and he found himself hoping with a passion that the rift was not too wide to repair.
He didn't think he could live without it much longer; without friends, without fun…
Without Stan.
…
"….Dude?"
"Yeah?" Kyle started and blinked quickly out of his daze, his eyes looking up to be instantly consumed by those of his best friend. He had to crane his neck pretty far; for some reason the two of them were standing close…
Very close.
His voice had sounded calm, and the dark-haired youth even took a step towards him, closing fingers around his forearms as though determined to hold his attention. But the moment their eyes met, Stan tensed and broke eye contact, studying his toes as she spoke.
"Damn this is a stupid question." He muttered, half laughing at himself "…but…seriously man…are…a-are you really gay?" Stan's heart clenched as he felt the redhead move beneath his hands, the sinews of his arms suddenly taut with words he doesn't know how to say.
"…Stan I-"
"Because its ok if you are, you know!" the taller youth cut him off hastily. "Uhm…you know, I don't think I'd mind at all actually…it would be…k-kinda cool really." Jesus tapdancing Christ that sounded so lame! What the fuck was wrong with him? He sounded like a freaking lovesick girl!
"…maybe it would. Be cool I mean." The words shot up Stan's spine faster than ice and he turned bewildered eyes on his best friend. Kyle met his gaze steadily, those luminous eyes alight with a mesmerising blend of emotions. Seriousness clouded most of it, that was for sure; he certainly not messing him around. And beneath that a casual kind of happiness, as most best friends have when they're talking to each other…but deeper still…there was a spark of something warmer, something that began so small, like the tiniest flicker on the point of a match, but blossomed brighter and brighter until it ricocheted between them like a runaway Catherine Wheel, lighting up their faces in identically blushing smiles.
The Marsh boy looked down at the redhead with soft blue eyes, drinking in the perfect roundness of those freckle-dusted cheekbones, the sparkle in his smile and his hypnotisingly emerald eyes. It made something within him flare wonderfully in a way it never had before.
Suddenly, the reasons behind Cartman's obsession with Kyle didn't seem so much of a mystery…
Oh god, he hoped Kyle couldn't tell how hard his heart was beating right now.
…
"…Hey, Stan?" Kyle broke the silence gently "Do you think you-"
But whatever the question was going to have been, it never left his lips, for at that moment an all too familiar voice shot across the schoolyard, laced with a deceptive sweetness that made both boys' stomachs turn.
"Oh Kyyyyyyllllllleeeee!" Samantha simpered as she strutted over to them. Her skirt was hitched even higher than usual today, and a fluorescent ribbon fluttered garishly in her knot of hair. She looked like a Barbie doll might do if you stuck it in a blender.
Without pausing for breath, the spotty cow flung her arms around her ex boyfriend and pulled him into a bone shattering squeeze. "Oh babyyyy," she whined petulantly, oblivious to the disgusted faces of the crowd that was gathering around the three of them
"I'm soooo sorryyy for what's happened! You know I never believed it, not for one second! Oh, that beast Cartman! I would so much like to give him a piece of my mind…" she snuggled a little closer, no matter how many times Kyle tried to prize her away. "But first, Kyliepoo, I'm going to let you do something wonderful, ok? I'm going to let you take me back!" beaming repulsively, she stepped away from him, arms still around his shoulders, but so that they were eye to eye. She batted her eyelids and someone in the back started making vomiting noises. "Go on, baby! Ask me out again and everything can go back as normal! I know you've wanted it for all this time, right honeykins? I've missed you…"
If the situation hadn't been so serious, Stan would have burst out laughing at the expression on his friend's face! Kyle looked as though someone had just chucked roadkill down his shirt.
Honeykins? Kyliepoo?! Ha! She was so in for it.
But Kyle stayed silent.
What he did do, however, was carefully close his fingers around her wrists. Lifting them gently but firmly away from him, before pushing her back. The shove wasn't hard, but the pustule-ridden girl hadn't been expecting it and reeled backwards as though she had been hit by a train, staring at her ex-boyfriend unadulterated shock.
That would have been enough for most people, but Samantha never quits.
"Kyliiiieeeee?" she crooned, and stepped forward again, pincer-fingers snatching for her one-time lover.
She remained oblivious to the gathering crowd, and of the stares and wrinkled noses following her every move. In Sam's mind the world had dissolved into one great universal blank, with the poor redhead standing slap bang in the middle of it. He was all that existed and she would do anything in her power to get her claws back into him. There was nothing that could stop her now.
That was, until the lean, muscled torso of Stanley Marsh loomed into view, stepping between them like a great, indomitable wall. Sam looked into his face and whimpered; the disgust in his gaze was enough to scare even her inner-psychopath.
Now, lets not get this wrong; Stan was reasonably peaceful by nature, content to let everyone get along (or fight if they have to) and only intervene if it means stopping a brawl, rather than starting it.
But one look into her slimy, back-stabbing, acne-ridden face was more than enough to change his mind. That and Kyle's helpless expression. In that moment, Stanley Marsh hated Samantha Saint-Claire, and wasn't afraid to let the whole world know it.
"Stay away from him!" he snapped, but Samantha would not quit without a fight. Rallying her energy, she leapt to her feet, flat fist flying to slap Stan across the face. But the slap never quite reached its target, for Stan quickly reached up a hand and caught the wrist in mid-flight, holding it there so that he and Sam were nose to nose. What he said next was whispered in her ear, low and deadly, yet still managed to be heard by everybody around them.
"I don't know what your game is, here, but it stops right now. Can't you see he wants nothing to do with you? Look, do us all a favour, Zit-face, and leave us alone."
He let her fall, whimpering, back to the floor, and a stunned silence radiated over the scene.
Then-
"Yeah!"
"You tell her!"
"Yeah, leave him alone, Zit-face!"
Calls sprung up from all across the gathered ring of students. This was no longer one personal vendetta; Samantha had spread her fair share of painful rumours about people around the school but had been largely protected from the fallout because she had been Kyle's girlfriend. Now that even the redhead had rejected her, there was nothing to stop the crowd dealing out what they had always felt she deserved:
A taste of her own medicine.
"Zit-face! Zit face! Zit face!" On and on, the spiteful words echoing the clapping hands, flying like gunshots across the emptying schoolyard. Samantha quivered like a cornered gopher, her wiry limbs shaking as she looked from hateful face to hateful face, realizing all too late that there was nowhere to run.
"S…s-stop it…!" the words dribbled over her lips, any strength they might have had sapped away by the fury in Stan's eyes. The dark haired youth stood tall over the throng, his broad shoulders squared and his blue gaze harder than diamond. Only now, when all the pretences had been stripped away, did he see what poison this girl was, her malicious mutterings the source of so much of the hurt and loss he had felt over these past months. And to top it off she had done the most unforgivable thing that he could comprehend, one for which there would be no forgiving and no reprieve.
She had hurt Kyle.
His ice white teeth gleamed as he smiled.
And now he was going to make her relive what he went through. Over and over again.
Until something amazing happened, right then and there;
A hand on his arm.
And not just any hand; there, with his thin fingers wound around his elbow and his emerald eyes ablaze, stood Kyle, staring up at Stan with a look on his eyes that could have doused fire, let alone the rage of his best friend.
Kyle spoke then, his words addressed to Stan and, though his lips barely moved, they seemed to cut through the atmosphere like a knife, reaching everyone's ears with painful clarity.
"Leave her alone."
In that moment everything juddered to a halt, every chant, every clap, every heartbeat, all minds focused on this blazing redhead and the fire in his face as he gazed down on the quivering gopher-girl.
Stan was the first to move, one hand reaching out to Kyle whilst the other motioned to the crowd, who seemed all-too-eager to start up another chant.
"Kyl-" But Kyle wasn't listening. Instead he takes a step towards Sam, who immediately misreads it and practically crawls on her knees to his feet, her face contorted into what's probably meant to be a pitiful smile.
"Kyle sweetie! I knew you'd-"
"Go home, Sam." Kyle speaks and she stutters to a standstill, boggling at him.
"What?"
"I said go home. Please. Just leave and make sure that I never see you, ever again." The words were cold, but said with such calm confidence that she didn't even cry, just took it all with wide eyes and grimacing smile.
"What you did was wrong, I think even you know that." Kyle continues "But this-" he waves at the crowd "This chanting, this bullying, has to stop. There are people standing here that have dealt out this kind of punishment before, with me at the receiving end."
Behind him, Stan remembers the incident in the cafeteria and flushes with shame.
"I know how it feels, how all of this feels. That is why I'm letting you go. Only next time this happens, do not expect me to be so nice to you."
"B-b-b-ut…"
"Just go. Now." Kyle drops his gaze and turns away from her, leaving the playground gates in plain view. The gesture of dismissal could not have been plainer.
San sits stunned.
For a moment it looks as though she's going to say something, but the wall of hateful scowls shoves the words back under her tongue. Her beady eyes scuttle back and forth, seeing no help and no pity; the result of years of backstabbing and plots. Then, with a huge, snotty sob, she turned on her heels and was gone, ugly schoolbag flapping at her ankles until she disappeared from sight.
I don't know what happened to Sam after that. Some people said she's home-schooled now, others that she transferred to North Park and has latched onto a different guy there, poor bastard. But then again, there's always the alien abduction story that happened the moment she reached the school's gates and, knowing South Park, that's always the most likely story.
But, no matter what her fate, that was the end of Samantha Saint-Claire.
And don't pretend you miss her.
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!!gasps!! Cartman didn't feature in this one :-o but have no fear, he will return in all his obese-ly evil glory for the next chapter, which is (almost?) entirely his point of view.
You shouldn't have long to wait, I promise…but only if you R and R! please? They honestly do inspire me.