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The weekend arrives slowly enough and I exhale a contented sigh as I enter my bedroom and collapse on my bed. School was long enough today. I'm just glad it's the weekend again.
As I lie on my bed, gazing up at the ceiling absentmindedly, I suddenly wonder what I'm going to do this weekend. I've done nothing with my friends for quite some time. We could possibly hang out.
I think about what we could do for the next few minutes before my phone suddenly starts ringing, startling me.
I jump in fright before relaxing again and I pick up the phone.
It's Kenny ringing. I answer it and press the phone to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kyle."
"Hey, Ken. What's up?"
"Well I just heard on the bus today that there's going to be a party at Bebe's tomorrow night. She's going to send everyone a message on Facebook today to ask people to come. I already heard most of the people who are invited, and we definitely are!"
"Oh. Uhh… great," I feign interest.
"Yeah. So do you want to go?" he asks, a hopeful tone to his voice.
I silently gulp, not exactly liking the sound of a party… "Well… who's going?"
"I'm going for sure. And Stan said he'd go. Cartman said maybe. And loads of people we know from school will be there."
I sigh. "I've never been such a big fan of parties, Ken. You know that."
"Aw, come on, Kyle. You'll have fun. Don't be such a pussy!"
"Hey, I'm not a pussy!" I cry, a little childishly.
"Then come to Bebe's party," he says.
I frown, still not fond of the idea but not in the mood to be ripped on. "Alright fine, I'll go."
"Awesome!" Kenny cries, and I can almost see the grin on his face.
"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," I say.
"Yeah. Go to Bebe's house at about half-ten. See you!" he replies, and hangs up.
I drop my phone next to me on the bed and groan. I did want to hang out with my friends this weekend but a party was one of my last options. I'm really not looking forward to this…
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The rest of Friday and Saturday morning pass slowly. I was dreading the party and so did nothing really to help speed up time - just some homework, reading and some small housework.
It's finally 8pm and I'm getting ready for the party. There's butterflies in my stomach and I feel kind of sick.
I feel sort of stupid getting ready so early before the party. I'm sure only girls would get ready for a party this early… God dammit.
I change my clothes into my favourite pair of black tight jeans, and a black and red t-shirt with a dark red cap. I check to make sure my phone is fully charged before plopping myself down on the couch to watch some TV.
It's soon time to leave and I grab my jacket before sneaking outside into the chilly night air. Luckily, Bebe's house isn't too far from mine so the walk isn't long.
I feel my nerves worsen as I stand at the front porch of Bebe's house, clearly hearing the loud music inside. I ring the doorbell twice before someone finally answers.
"Kyle! Hey!" Bebe greets me, a look of delight on her face.
"Hey, Bebe," I greet her shyly.
"Come in," she says, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside before I can answer.
I smile at the warmth of the house and I feel Bebe tugging at my coat to try to take it off. I help her out and she hangs it up before grabbing my hand and dragging me into her large living room, where everyone is either sitting and drinking or dancing wildly to the blaring music playing.
I look around for my friends and spot them on the couch- all three of them. I guess Cartman decided to come after all.
I head over to them and take a seat between Stan and Cartman.
"Kyle, you came!" Stan cries, grinning widely.
"You sound like you didn't expect me to," I point out.
"I didn't, to be honest," he admits, taking a swig of his drink.
Kenny practically shoves a drink into my hands and I blink up at him, slightly startled.
"Drink," he orders, leaning back again and eying the dancing girls in front of him.
I roll my eyes at him, even though he isn't looking my way, and take a small sip of my drink. My throat seems to burn as I swallow and I instantly start spluttering and coughing, and I quickly shove the drink into Stan's hands, eager to keep it away from me.
"Whoa, dude!" Stan cries, patting my back hard while holding my drink in the other.
I gradually stop coughing and I realise then that Cartman is laughing his fucking head off at me. I shoot him a glare and elbow him in the side, cutting off his laughter as he returns my glare.
"Ow! That fucking hurt, you god damn Jew!" he shouts.
I smirk and avert my gaze to the dancing teenagers in front of us. I recognize a few people I know, such as Craig, Clyde, Token, Wendy, Heidi, Red and a few others.
I see Bebe and Kenny making out in a corner, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. I guess Kenny must have slipped away while I hadn't noticed.
Stan also seems to notice and almost instantly gets to his feet, placing my drink beside his on the table near us.
"Where are you going?" I ask him.
"I'm going to go find Wendy," he answers, and I know the rest.
I watch as he collects Wendy from the dance floor and brings her to an empty spot where he whispers something to her. She seems to nod and they begin making out, Stan leading Wendy to the wall where he presses right up against her.
I notice after a while that Wendy's hands move away from Stan's back and make their way to his front where one of them takes a firm hold of his cock.
I frown in disgust, though for some reason I don't look away.
"Jealous, Kahl?"
I nearly jump at the sudden voice in my ear and I turn to see Cartman smirking at me.
"W-what?" I ask, a little dazed.
"You're jealous of Wendy," he states. "She has her lips on Stan and she's holding onto his dick. You wish you were in her place."
My eyes bulge right open and I stare at him incredulously, suddenly feeling sick at the thought. Cartman smirks wider and I glare at him.
"That's fucking disgusting, Cartman! I don't like Stan that way."
"Oh yeah? Well then why were you glaring when Wendy grabbed-"
"Because it's disgusting!" I interrupt him. "I was frowning in disgust!"
"You think it's disgusting for someone to grab hold of a guy's dick?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes!" I cry, exasperated.
"Hm." Cartman looks like he's thinking about something until a smirk replaces his thoughtful expression. "So if I did this, what would you do?"
"If you did wha-" I suddenly let out a shriek as Cartman takes hold of my cock, through my clothes. "Cartman!" I shriek, prying his hand off.
He laughs loudly and throws his head back. I glare hatefully at him before getting to my feet and stomping angrily out of the room.
I grab the handle of the front door but before I can open the door, a hand appears and easily pushes it closed.
I look and see that Cartman's the one who did it.
"Where are you going, Kahl?" he asks, keeping his hand on the door.
"Home," I reply. "So let me out!"
"Why are you going home? You just got here."
I glare at the door, purposely avoiding eye contact. "Because you're a fucking asshole, that's why!"
"Come on, Kahl. You know I was only kidding when I did that. Don't be such a whiny little bitch."
"Just fucking let me out, Cartman. I want to go home!" I shout.
He sighs in annoyance. "Kahl, if you go home now, everyone's going to call you a pussy for a long time."
I exhale an irritated sigh, as I realise he's probably right, and then frown again. "Why do you even care? And why do you want me to stay so bad?" I ask, finally looking at him.
He looks surprised by my questions but he only shows it for a split second before scowling. "Don't think I care in any faggy way, Kahl, 'cause I don't. I just don't want other people ripping on you and upsetting you. That's my job!"
I stare at him blankly, unsure of what to make of what he just said.
Before I'm able to speak again though, a high-pitched voice calls my name and both Cartman and I look over on instinct. I see Bebe making her way over, her blonde hair bouncing as she jogs over.
"Kyle, you're not leaving already, are you?" she asks as she reaches my side, a pout on her face.
"Uhh… I-"
"Come on, Kyle. You can't leave already! Are you not having fun?" she asks.
"Well, not really," I admit.
She pretends to be hurt for a couple of seconds before a seductive grin slowly makes it onto her face, causing me to feel nervous.
"Don't worry, I'll show you how to have fun." She winks.
"I don't think Kyle's interested in sluts, Bebe," Cartman points out, a smirk playing on his lips.
Bebe flashes him a glare before smiling at me again. "Come on, Kyle. We'll have fun. I promise."
She winks again and slowly takes one of my hands, placing it on her right breast. I instantly pull back and take a step away from her. She blinks in surprise.
I suddenly feel nervous. It's so not normal for a guy to pull their hand away when a girl allows you to touch her breasts. Only someone who wasn't straight would do that…
I swallow nervously, watching both Cartman and Bebe's surprised and confused looks as they stare at me.
"Kyle, are you gay?" Bebe asks slowly, her voice low, though I manage to hear her over the blaring music from inside.
I feign confusion and shoot her an incredulous look. "What? No! No way, dude. I'm perfectly straight."
She doesn't look convinced. "Then why did-"
"I just didn't want to do any of that," I interrupt her. "It makes me feel… dirty."
She still looks unconvinced for another second before a grin replaces her previous expression.
"But, Kyle, this is a party. You're allowed to be dirty," she says.
Before I can reply to that, I'm suddenly pushed back against the door by Bebe, her body pressing roughly against mine.
"Come on, Kyle. I promise you you'll love this," she whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my back.
"Bebe, no. I- Ah!" I suddenly cry as Bebe bucks into me. "Bebe, please get off me. I don't- Ah! Fuck!"
I suddenly can't talk right as Bebe starts grinding her pelvis against mine, causing my breathing to quicken rapidly.
"Bebe!" I suddenly shout, trying to sound angry though it comes out pleadingly, which isn't what I want.
"You… like it?" she whispers, quickening the pace.
I shake my head, unable to speak.
"Yes you do. Don't lie, Kyle," she says, a wide seductive grin on her face.
I suddenly feel Bebe press her lips roughly against mine, startling me. I groan loudly, eager to escape.
She doesn't move, only continues doing what she's doing. I feel my body weaken and I unwillingly allow her to grind her body against me, as her tongue invades the inside of my mouth.
Before I realise what's happening, I feel Bebe's lips and body leave mine, letting my own body drop to the floor, my head in a daze.
I feel my hands move at my command again and I grab both sides of my head, trying to stop the whirling.
It gradually ceases and I focus on what just happened. I gasp when I see Bebe lying on the floor with her head raised as she looks up at the person towering over her.
I follow her frightened gaze and see Cartman standing over her, his back to me so I can't see his face, though I'm guessing he's glaring.
I think over the scene and guess that Cartman probably pulled Bebe off me and pushed her to the ground, and is now towering over her, overpowering her.
But that wouldn't make sense, would it? That would mean… that Cartman sort of… saved me?
I watch as no one moves for the next minute or two until Bebe finally tears her eyes away from Cartman so she can slowly get to her feet.
"Cartman?" she says, avoiding his eyes.
"What?" I hear him answer, his tone venomous.
"You… you have to leave," she says, her voice coming out shaky from her fear.
To my surprise, Cartman doesn't argue, or speak. He only turns around, avoiding eye contact with me, though my eyes are pinned on him, and stands in front of the door.
"Move, Kahl," he commands, that venomous tone still clear in his voice, causing me to obey without argument.
Once I'm out of the way, Cartman opens the door and leaves, without another word to anyone.
I stare at the now-closed door, longer than necessary before I get to my feet. I look back at Bebe's former spot but see that she's gone.
I don't bother hesitating much longer. I open the front door and head straight out, eager to talk to Cartman about what just happened, though unsure of whether or not he's going to provide me with any answers to my questions.
I run out to the front of the garden and glance left and right, searching for him in the darkness. I finally catch a glimpse of him to my left, his silhouette figure visible on the opposite side of the road.
"Cartman!" I call loudly, watching as he stops and looks around, not able to spot me in the darkness.
I run towards him, reaching him in a matter of seconds.
"Kahl?" he asks, surprised to see me.
"Yeah. Hi," I reply stupidly, glancing up at the dimness of the street light above us.
"What do you want?" he asks, both confusion and annoyance clear in his voice.
"We need to talk," I tell him, meeting his eyes.
"No we don't," he replies, somewhat childishly.
I frown. "Yes, we do! Why did you help me back there? Didn't you know you'd be thrown out if you touched Bebe? She didn't want you to come in the first place. And why would you even want to help me anyway? You're-"
"Kahl, just shut up!" he shouts, interrupting me and startling me with his tone of voice. It still sounds venomous and spiteful. "I'm not in the mood, okay?"
"I don't care, Cartman. I need to know," I reply.
"Can't you just fucking thank me and drop it?" he snaps, his eyes hard as they lock on mine, boring into me.
I can only gaze back helplessly, unable to speak. He keeps his eyes on mine for another while longer before he finally looks away.
"Go home, Kahl, or go back to the party. I don't care. Just leave me alone," he says, starting to head home.
I stare after him, unsure of what to do, before I quickly make up my mind. I begin walking after him, my pace quickening until I'm by his side.
I hear him sigh in exasperation. "I told you not to follow me," he growls, his voice low but the venomous tone having disappeared.
"Uh, my house is this way too, Cartman," I reply casually.
He sighs in defeat, knowing he can't turn me away if I'm just heading home too. I hide a grin and match his pace.
There's complete silence between the two of us, except for the soft crunching sound of the snow as we walk. I'm desperate to break it.
"Cartman?"
I hear him groan quietly to himself, knowing the silence couldn't last forever. "What?" he asks gruffly.
"Can you at least answer one of my questions?" I ask, hopefully.
"No," he automatically replies, without even thinking about it.
"Why not?" I whine pathetically.
"Because."
"Because what?" I ask, exasperated.
"Because I said so," he says, his monotonous voice never changing.
"That's not an answer, Cartman," I note, rolling my eyes in irritation.
"I don't care, Jew," he answers.
I sigh, knowing he's not going to answer any of my questions for sure. There's no point in trying anymore.
"Well, thanks," I say.
Cartman suddenly stops in his tracks, causing me to also stop and look at him questioningly. He stares at me, puzzled and surprised, both eyebrows raised.
"What did you say?" he asks, his surprise clear in his voice.
I blink, cocking my head to the side in bewilderment. "I said thanks," I say, watching as he blinks slowly, his brown eyes shining.
I suddenly find myself smiling at his surprised expression. It's unbelievably adorable!
He blinks slowly, possibly even more confused, and raises a questioning eyebrow. "What are you smiling at, Jew?" he asks, looking slightly amused.
I shake my head, hiding my smile. "Nothing," I reply.
He lets it go and begins walking again. I only hesitate a moment before walking by his side again.
He mumbles something to me and I frown. "What? I didn't catch that," I say.
"I said you're welcome," he repeats, louder and clearer this time.
I blink in surprise before he looks at me, grinning now. I stare at him blankly before my lips turn upwards and I return a grin. I'm not fully sure why, but at this moment, I'm very happy.
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