a/n: my other story sucked, so I deleted it. I'll try my best this time. Please read and review. Thank you

You don't know. You are unable to see. You're stupid in a way. No, I take that back. You're not stupid, but ignorant in a way I suppose.

The simple fact is that I love you, but could never have you. You wouldn't accept me. I don't even deserve you; you're way too beautiful for an idiot like me. I love you, Eric Cartman.

That's what I thought about when I was in the shower. I wrap the towel around my waist. In the mirror, I see my reflection my eyes all red and puffy. Crying makes you look so bad. It'll go away by the time Eric gets here anyway.

I pat myself dry after brushing my teeth. Slip on some ripped up b jeans and a black t-shirt. Socks are essential too. Then, I grab my infamous parka, hiding my face as the seams.

(Time passed by)

There he is, right at my door. My hearts starts beating fast. Okay Kenny, calm down. Open the door slowly and, there he is. The beautiful Eric Cartman. With piercing green eyes staring straight through my soul. (Not really) But he is glaring at me unusually hard.

"What the hell Kenny, it's cold outside! What took you so long?"

Sorry, I was just nervous to see you.

"Really, my bad dude. Anyway let's go we're gonna be late."

"Whatever" He mutters.

We both enter the black jeep and shut the doors at the same time. Cool.

"I talked to Kyle today." He says out of the blue.

Since when does Eric Cartman like talking to Kyle? Last time I checked, he was nothing but a Jew fag. But hey, people change right?

"The Jew fag is crying because of Stan." Maybe I spoke too soon.

"What about Stan?"

"He's says you rejected him. Now he's a Goth fag dating the curly Goth fag.

"Whoa."

"What did he ask for you to reject him?"

"He told me he loved me and I said he doesn't." I didn't say it in a mean way; just told him how it was. I guess it was blunt though, but I'm a blunt person.

"Gross. But try to talk to him at least."He says stopping the car in a parking place. He turns around to look at me with those pleading green eyes. It almost makes me shiver.

I wonder why he cares so much about Stan. Oh yeah, because Kyle is a crying pussy.

Of course I'll do it, but only for you because it's you who asked.

"Fine, whatever." I say getting out the car. I almost said my thought out loud. That would be horrible.

(Lunch Time)

Stan is so fucking retarded. He's lucky Eric asked me to do this mess. If it was Kyle, I'd say no and be smoking a cigarette right now. I guess missing one cigarette for today is okay.

I spot Stan and Curly Goth making out behind the building. I grab him by the arm, ignoring his yelling. We end up by the parking lot.

"What is your problem?" He questions me. He's a pure, grade A idiot.

"Shut the hell up Stan."

"It's Raven to you bastard. You're the one who made me this way. You damaged my soul." How he could ever say that with a straight face is beyond me.

"Stan, are you really willing to put Kyle in this position? You guys we're Super Best Friends. But you know what; I don't care what you do." I honestly didn't.

"I'm sorry I can't return your feelings. You don't love me anyway, you love Kyle and you know it. You just don't see it yet." With that said I headed to the cafeteria. God, I am so cheesy. But it'll work because Stan is one big dork anyway.

I spot Eric at the table with Butters and Clyde. Weird as its sounds, it is very true. I glance at Eric signaling him I talked to our little "Goth Fag".

"Hi Kenny." Clyde says in a bored voice.

I sit myself down by Clyde. I glance at Butters. He keeps staring at Eric. It's taking all of my tolerance not to shove that Hello Kitty lunch bag straight up his a-

"Kenny, why are you glaring at me like that?" Leopold asks pouting his glossy lips. Ew.

"Oh, I'm sorry I was just thinking about something." I say sheepishly.

If you only knew Leopold Butters Scotch, if you only knew.

Interrupting my thoughts loudly, the bell rings loudly. Horribly enough, time to go back to English class.

(In English)

"Answer questions on pages twenty-three and twenty- four for home work. Class dismissed. The bell rings. Who the hell gives out homework on weekends?

I walk over to Eric's locker. His class isn't out yet, might as well surprise him. I look over to see Stan apologizing to Kyle. I told you it would work. I see Eric approaching me.

I step aside as he opens his locker. He hasn't said anything to me yet. Did he notice me?

He pulls out what appears to be an X-box game.

"Call of Duty: Black ops. You in after school or what?"

"Fuck Yeah!" I shout out. Nothing and I mean nothing better than playing shooting games.

(School has been let out)

I walk over with Eric to his Jeep. When we get into the car, he looks at me with those beautiful forest green eyes again.

"Stan and Kyle are coming to you know." He tells me.

"Oh, okay." I reply calmly.

I look over to see Kyle and Stan approach the back sides of the Jeep. Stan had better NOT make this super awkward for me. Eric backs out the driveway as I hear Kyle mumble something in the back.

"Kenny, thank you." He says to me. I turn around to look at his face. No eye liner this time.

"No problem, but you should be thanking Kyle not me dude." Oh how I want this conversation to end. I see Kyle shoot me a confused look. Stan is a fucking idiot, I swear.

(After Call of duty at Cartman's house)

Finally Kyle and Stan left. I glance at the clock; it's 5:30. Honestly, who keeps a clock in their bathroom?

I stand at the edge of the staircase. Just as I was about to walk down the stairs I hear Eric talking. Just imagining those soft pink-ish lips move when he talks makes my skin hot. But what is he talking about?

"No he didn't! He told me he rejected you! I'm hanging up on you!" With that said he slams the little red cell phone shut. I walk down the stairs to see Eric sitting on the couch his perfect brows all furrowed.

"You ready to go home?" He spat at me. I do have to go to work tomorrow. I would have questioned him if I didn't.

"Yeah, sure." I reply a little bit confused. Maybe he just wants some time alone. It'll be over by tomorrow.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Please judge it honestly and tell me if I should continue or not.