A/N: Hey guys! Happy November! :) I hope that everyone had a great Halloween full of candy! I thought I'd start off the chilly month of November with a new chapter! So without further ado~I don't own South Park; enjoy!

PS. A.J. is one of my OCs :)

Chapter 4: Cows vs. Greeley

The buzzer was about to go off.

Kyle ran down the court, the basketball hitting the floor and back against his hand again and again. He was dribbling and running as fast as he could; he could hear the other player's shoes squeaking on the floor behind him.

He could hear people counting down as he approached the basket.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

The crowd yelled out "One!"; Kyle jumped and slammed the ball into the hoop, breaking the tie between them and the team from Greeley.

"And the South Park Cows win! Thirty to twenty eight!"

Kyle let a smile break out across his face, as the rest of the Cows crowded around him.

"Way to go, Kyle!" Token cheered, as the team lifted the ginger up.

They all chanted his name, "Kyle! Kyle!". They carried him into the locker room and dumped him onto the bench.

Kyle caught his breath, downing all the water left in his bottle, still hardly unaware that they'd won.

The rest of the team continued to cheer and came by to give high-fives and compliments to Kyle.

"Great job, dude!"

"Awesome!"

"We couldn't ask for a better player!"

Kyle beamed, as their coach walked in. A smug smirk was on his face.

"Great job guys!" The coach winked at Kyle. "You especially, champ! Keep it up and you might just get a scholarship!"

Kyle couldn't be happier. He'd never gotten this much praise at once for his playing and it was amazing.

After a few more compliments and high-fives, Token nudged him and told him that he needed to get home. Kyle agreed, knowing that if he wasn't home soon his mother would be furious.

Token and Kyle then walked out into the parking lot, finding Token's older brother, A.J., waiting in his old pickup truck.

They got in, buckled up, and before he knew it, the car pulled into the Broflovski's driveway. Kyle thanked A.J., grabbing his things before shutting the car door and watching them drive away.

The Jew was about to head inside, worried that it was later than he thought it was, though he heard his name being called.

"Kyle!"

He looked behind himself to see Stan walking towards him.

"Hey, Stan."

"Hey, dude." Stan smirked. "How was the game?"

"We won, dude!" Kyle smirked.

"I know, Kenny told me." Stan chuckled, a little pink tint of his cheeks. "He also said you scored the winning goal."

Kyle smirked sheepishly. "Well..."

"Don't deny it, because I already know it's true, dude. You're the best basketball player I've ever seen!"

"Thanks, dude."

"You bet."

"Hey!" They both looked to see Shelly, who was walking home from the McCormick house. "Come on dork, it's time for dinner!"

Stan sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Duh." Kyle smirked, punching Stan's shoulder lightly.

Stan chuckled and before he ran off to join Shelly, he smiled and said, "Congrats again, Kyle!"

"Thanks, dude."

Stan then joined his sister and they walked to their own house as Kyle opened the door to his own.

"I'm home!" He called, wiping his clean shoes on the mat just in case.

"Kyle!" His mother called from the kitchen. "Come in here!"

"Hey, mom." Kyle smiled, looking at the mounds of food she had prepared. "Guess what?"

"Kyle, where have you been?" She refused to answer his question before she got the answer to her own.

"At the game, mom."

"That ended at five o'clock, Kyle!"

"It's only six," he looked at the clock. "Thirty..."

"Well why did it take so long for you to get home?"

"I stayed after the game because the guys wanted to talk. And I got home a while ago but Stan wanted to talk."

"Well they can wait to talk to you at school on Monday, can't they?"

"What's the big deal? I-"

"Because I could use some help with the cooking and cleaning! Your father stays out late enough at the bar, and I can't do everything myself!"

Kyle tried his best not to growl. "Well excuse me for actually trying to live my life!"

He then turned to go up the stairs and to his room before the argument could get any worse.

He heard his mom call after him, but he didn't care. If she was out to ruin his mood, then he didn't want to be around her.

He walked into his room and checked his phone to see many texts about how he had 'won the game for the team', and that he was a 'superstar'.

Kyle knew these compliments should cheer him up and make him ecstatic, and normally they would, though not now.

He hated that his mom tried to take away his happiness just for her own selfish reasons. Then he realized she'd probably had a hard day though, and felt guilty for calling her selfish. Though at the same time he had a great day and all his mom did was stay at home anyway, so she really wouldn't have had a hard day.

Nonetheless, Kyle felt like shit. It seemed he could never live up to his parent's standards. Or at least his mother's. Nowadays it seemed like his dad was never even around. He was always too busy, whether it be with work or with his drinking buddies. Maybe that's why his mom always seemed to be in a bad mood…

The more he thought, the angrier he was with himself. He shouldn't have stomped off when his mom had said she needed help. He should've apologized and helped her. And yesterday he should've spent time with her rather than studying. She was probably lonely. And with Ike gone on a school field trip for the past few days, she was lonelier than ever.

Kyle sat on his bed, twiddling his thumbs, angry at himself. His mind was getting so fucked up as he started regretting everything he'd done that week, excluding the goal he'd made at the end of the game an hour ago.

He ran a hand through his still sweaty curls and his gaze wandered over to his nightstand, where he knew what he wanted most right now was there.

He knew he shouldn't, though by the time he thought of that, his door was already locked and the drawer was already open.

He pulled out a shoebox which he knew was filled with various sorts of food he had bought in secret at the dollar store. He took the box and an old cup of water and moved into the bathroom connected to his room, locking the door behind himself.

He then sat on the bathroom's floor and began to stuff his face with the various sorts of food he had. He wasn't even acknowledging the food as he ate it. He'd eat chocolate, cheese-flavored chips and then drink water, not even realizing the nasty taste it left in his mouth. Because wasn't doing this for the food.

After eating until he felt stuffed to the point his stomach was in pain and he let out a few hiccups, before he then filled the now empty cup to the brim with tap water and drink it all in a large gulp.

He then looked down at the toilet and part of him wanted to smile while the other part wanted to cry. But he knew he wanted this, and he was going to do it. Right now, he honestly didn't give a shit about the consequences. He knows what happens if you're bulimic.

He leaned over it, not before he wet two of his fingers with tap water, and then guided them to his mouth. He pushed them back as far as he could, scraping the top of his hand with his teeth, before he gagged. He pushed them back again and gagged again, feeling his heartbeat speed up. He pushed back once again, feeling the chewed up mess come up his throat and down into the toilet; and not to mention coating his hand and dropping onto the floor.

He sighed and wet the two fingers again in the sink water, before he began to stick his fingers back down his throat again. It seemed like such a useless cycle, but he'd become addicted. He couldn't stop.

The vomit came up again. It stung his throat as it did and he felt his heart pound in his chest. He felt a little shiver go up his back, as he moved his hand to the sink again. He wet the two fingers and then moved them back down his throat.

He did it another time, and then another, and then the vomit came up a fourth or fifth, maybe sixth time. He'd already lost count. He looked down at the regurgitated mess before him and his eyes found a glob of blood. That meant he could stop.

He leaned his head back and sighed in relief, from both the purging and from knowing it was over and he didn't gain much, if anything.

He then wiped up the vomit that had splattered onto the floor, washed out his mouth with water and mouthwash, flushed the toilet, sprayed around some room freshener and then washed his hands. He looked up in the mirror and played with the sides of his face. They were beginning to bulge a bit*. He sighed before he left the bathroom and walked back to his room.

He sat on his bed and let his eyes drift to the blank ceiling in bliss. For a split second, he felt wonderful and all the bad feelings had just been flushed down the toilet. Though as soon as it wore away, he sighed and laid his tired head back. He shut his heavy eyes and tried to ignore the sound of his rapidly beating heart in his ears.

A/N: *bulimia chipmunk cheeks-look it up on Google if you want to know more* I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please follow and review if you did! Love you guys!