For most of the day, I've been noticing everyone's stares and weird looks from across the room, both in classes and out in the halls. Nobody has asked me about it since Clyde and Butters but I know they're all silently asking the same question - is the rumour true?

I haven't had a chance to talk, or yell, at Cartman for what he did since he hasn't been in any of my recent classes.

Stan and Kenny were in one or two classes with me but they were sitting too far away from me so I didn't get a chance to speak to them.

Even though I said before that they probably won't care if I'm gay, I'm starting to have my doubts… though I'm not really sure why.

It's finally time for lunch so I can finally get a chance to talk to my two friends and Cartman. I quickly get the books I need for the classes after lunch before closing my locker and heading down to the cafeteria.

"Hey, Kyle," Stan greets me as I take a seat next to him, opposite Cartman.

"Hey," I reply, barely giving my best friend a glance as my eyes are pinned on Cartman, feeling anger and hurt pierce through my veins at lightning speed.

The brunet is too busy eating to notice me glaring at him, which only angers me more.

"Kyle, are you okay?" Kenny asks, shooting me an odd look.

At that moment, Cartman finally looks up from his food tray and meets my eyes. He blinks in surprise at my furious glare and raises an eyebrow.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Jew?" he asks casually.

I almost see red. I'm just about ready to explode from anger and I feel my whole body start to shake with the rage that's quickly built up inside me.

"Kyle? Kyle, what's wrong?" Stan asks, sounding worried.

I ignore him. Cartman is the only one I'm paying attention to.

"Kyle, if you don't calm down, you're going to pop a blood vessel," Stan tells me and, out of fear of that actually happening, I calm myself down, though my glare never falters.

"Cartman, we need to talk," I tell the larger boy, as calmly as I can.

He frowns. "No way, Jew. I'm eating."

My eyes slowly narrow. "Now, Cartman," I say loudly, his annoying attitude not helping me to control my temper in the slightest.

He exhales an irritated sigh and rolls his eyes. "God dammit! Fine, Jew! You whiny little bitch."

He mutters the last line under his breath. Fortunately for him, I let those last words slide. Otherwise I'd darken that bruise he has on his jaw!

We both stand up simultaneously from our seats and leave the cafeteria side-by-side. Once outside, I grab Cartman's arm and lead him into the boy's bathroom, not really in the mood to be caught by another teacher and earn another detention.

Once inside the bathroom, I release Cartman's arm and make sure we're alone before facing him again.

"What's this about, Jew? You better have a good reason for making me miss lunch just to talk to you about something that's probably really stupid, and that I probably won't give two shits about."

I glare at him, locking eyes with him. "You lied."

He frowns. "What?"

"You lied," I repeat, getting straight to the point. "You told me you wouldn't tell anyone my secret. You fucking lied to me!"

"Kahl, what the hell are you talking about? I haven't told anyone your secret, you stupid Jew."

"Don't lie to me, Cartman!" I cry angrily, glaring daggers into those large brown eyes of his. "Don't fucking lie to me anymore!"

"Kahl, I'm not lying. I've seriously never told anyone your stupid secret," he tells me, his eyes on mine, looking almost sincere. "I promise you that I haven't told anyone."

He places both hands on my shoulders, gazing at me, his hypnotic eyes almost causing me to collapse, but I manage to hold my ground.

My anger slowly fades away and is replaced by hurt, which feels a hell of a lot worse.

"I thought I could trust you, Cartman. I know I said you're the most untrustworthy person on Earth but… I… I just trusted you this time. I don't know why, but I did. And you lied. And now my whole life is going to change, for the worse."

I feel tears prick my eyes and I stare up at him sadly, the inside of my chest starting to hurt dreadfully.

"Kahl… why do you think that I told someone?" he asks curiously.

"Because it's going through the whole school!" I shout, tears now spilling freely down my cheeks. I mentally yell at myself for allowing myself to cry in front of Cartman. But I just can't seem to hold the tears back any longer.

Cartman looks surprised to see me cry, though he could possibly be more surprised at my words than display of emotions.

"Kahl, I don't know what you're talking about," he says softly. "Explain."

I pause, wiping my tears away angrily before taking a deep breath and beginning to speak. "This morning, Clyde and Butters came up to me and asked if it was true. I didn't know what they meant and they told me there's a rumour going around that I'm gay. And since you're the only one who knows, you obviously started it."

"Kahl, what the fuck? Anyone could have started that rumour! It wasn't me!"

"I told you to stop lying, Cartman!" I shout, my voice cracking.

An uncontrollable sob escapes my mouth and I tear my eyes away from the brunet boy, feeling broken.

There's silence between the two of us and I feel my heart aching painfully inside my chest, causing more tears to escape my eyes.

"Kahl?"

I don't answer. I only sniff in response.

"Kahl, I don't know how to prove it to you so you'll just have to believe me. I did not start that rumour. I swear."

I close my eyes at his words, wanting so badly to believe him but knowing I can't. This is Eric Cartman here. He's possibly the best actor in South Park, and can feign any emotion. He's lying again. I can tell.

I don't think I can deal with this anymore.

"Cartman, just…" I sniff and open my eyes again to look up at him, purposely avoiding his eyes. "I just… I can't deal with you and your lies anymore. I know you started the rumour and no matter how many times you deny it, I won't believe you. I've dealt with you all my life and have somehow managed to cope. But I've finally given up. I don't ever want to see you again."

Cartman's eyes widen at my words.

"I don't want you to ever talk to me again. And I won't talk to you. We'll pretend we don't know each other. We can both pretend we've never met and everything will be fine for the both of us," I say, feeling my whole body shake.

Cartman stares at me in shock, his eyes widened and a look of hurt on his face. But the hurt is only pretend.

The look on his face kills me, but I don't know why.

"Kahl, why do you think that would make it better for both of us? What gives you the slightest fucking idea that my life would be better if you weren't in it?" he cries.

"Because you hate me," I say quietly. "Of course your life would be better without me. It's only common sense."

"Screw common sense!" he yells, throwing his arms up in exasperation. He continues to keep his eyes on mine but I don't lock our gaze. I can't bear to see those eyes again.

"Kahl, trust me. My life would be pretty fucking shit without you. Without you, there'd be no point living!"

He's lying. I can't let my guard down. He's tricking me.

"Kahl, you are the only reason I live. My whole life consists of me ripping on you and making you miserable and angry. I thrive on your anger, as well as your pain. I need your constant anger towards me to keep myself from going insane. I need you, Kahl, more than you know."

I gawk at him, comprehending his words, slowly registering every word he said in my brain. I feel my anger return once again, replacing my hurt temporarily, and I glare at him, my eyes narrowed.

"I can't believe you!" I cry, a lot louder than expected. "You insensitive, cruel, uncaring, Anti-Semitic asshole! That just proves you did start the rumour! You knew that would anger and hurt me to no end! So you lied and spread the rumour around the school! Well your plan to cause me pain has worked perfectly because I'm fucking dying right now!"

I feel more tears escape my eyes, soaking my face in tears of frustration and pain. My eyes fall to the ground and I sob quietly to myself, unable to control myself any longer.

There's another long silence between us and I'm unsure of what to do. I feel I should leave and go back to the cafeteria but I'm crying my eyes out here, and even if I stop, Stan, being so perceptive, will know I've been crying and will want answers from me.

My second thought is that Cartman should leave and let me cry alone. I'm not sure why he's still here. I'm not sure what thoughts are running through that evil mind of his, and I'm not sure if I even want to know.

I'm also unaware of what the expression on his face looks like. My guess is that he's smirking widely, enjoying every minute of watching me cry, wanting desperately to taste my tears, to taste my pain.

I don't dare look up to see if my guess is right. I'm afraid if I do look and I'm right, that'll only cause me to hurt more, adding to his sick pleasure.

After another few minutes of silence, my uncontrollable sobbing gradually dies down and I'm left with watery eyes, a soaked face and a runny nose, not exactly my favourite way to be.

I start sniffing multiple times, very aware that I'm easily able to just go grab some toilet paper to blow my nose, but my feet don't move. I glance down at them stupidly, mentally yelling at them to move, though that doesn't exactly work.

There's more silence as I stand in the same spot, unable to move, and wait for something to happen.

"Kahl?"

Cartman speaking again wasn't exactly one of the things I wanted to happen but whatever.

"Kahl, I didn't start that rumour."

Ugh, here we go again! That stupid asshole just doesn't seem to understand that I'm not going to fall for his stupid tricks.

I glare at the bathroom floor, furrowing my eyebrows in frustration, still not daring to look up at the larger boy.

"Kahl? Fucking answer me, Jew!" he cries, clearly annoyed.

I don't reply. In fact, I don't even move. I stand perfectly still, glaring at the ground, blinking being my only form of movement.

"Kahl, come on, don't ignore me. I'm trying to talk to you! Will you just answer me?"

I exhale a deep sigh, frustrated. "What?" I finally answer, my voice sharp.

"I didn't start the rumour, Kahl. I don't know who did but it wasn't me. Why won't you believe me?"

I scoff, grinning stupidly. I'm not even going to bother answering that question.

"God dammit, Kahl. Will you at least look at me?"

I narrow my eyes at the floor, keeping my eyes downward. He groans in irritation, seeming to be losing his patience quickly.

Suddenly I feel his fingers grasp my chin and force me to look his way. I don't give him eye contact and instead try to struggle, trying to break free from his firm grip.

"Kahl, stop moving!" he cries, though that doesn't stop me struggling.

I suddenly yelp as he stamps his foot on mine, causing a very sharp pain. I instantly stop struggling and instead shut my eyes and grind my teeth together against the pain in my right foot.

I hear Cartman exhale an annoyed, yet relieved, sigh and I open my eyes again to shoot him a glare, finally meeting his eyes.

As I gaze into his brown eyes, I see something in them I rarely ever see in his eyes. I know the look though. I see the same look in Stan's eyes a lot.

It's honesty, and sincerity. Something I thought was impossible to find in Cartman's eyes, but obviously isn't since I'm staring him right in the eyes this very minute.

I guess… maybe he is telling me the truth. No! No no no! I can't suddenly just believe him just because of that look in his eyes. This is Eric Cartman here. I can't trust him, not ever again. He hurt me bad, and I've learned my lesson - never trust Eric Cartman. Ever.

"Do you believe me?" he asks softly, startling me a bit. I was so absorbed in his eyes and my own thoughts that I wasn't expecting him to speak.

I continue to stare at him, still having my doubts despite the fact I just said I wouldn't ever trust him again. Why does his eyes and stupid soft tone of voice make me have my doubts?

"No," I whisper, barely audible.

"What?" he asks, obviously unable to hear.

"I said no," I repeat, louder this time. "I don't believe you. Now let me go."

To my surprise, he obeys and releases his grip around my chin, staring at me wordlessly, his eyes widened just slightly.

I stare back at him for a moment or two, feeling my chest start to hurt again, before forcing myself to tear my eyes away from him and turn around. I hesitate for a few seconds before looking back over my shoulder and saying one last thing to him.

"Don't ever talk to me again, Cartman. I'm done with you. Just please stay away from me."

Without another word, I exit the bathroom and run through the halls, my eyes stinging with tears as I run, not exactly sure where I'm heading. I'm just trying to get away from that lying asshole. I don't dare go back to the cafeteria, for fear of being caught out that I was (and still kind of am) crying. Stan knows me too well to not notice I've been crying.

Instead I just run through the halls quickly, not caring if I get caught again. I just want to get away from that asshole.

I run around the school, still heading nowhere in particular, before I suddenly trip and fall hard on my stomach, my hands saving my face from the floor.

Instead of getting up, like a normal person would do after falling, I simply lie on the cold, hard floor, my tears now escaping my eyes again. I bury my face into my folded arms and sob quietly, my heart continuing to ache inside my chest.

After a couple of long minutes of crying, I feel a hard tug on the back of my shirt. My instant guess tells me that it's Cartman and so I instantly shout at him to fuck off, not even thinking to look over my shoulder and check, despite the fact it could easily be a teacher.

"Kyle, it's me," a familiar voice says softly.

My eyes suddenly widen and I glance back over my shoulder to see my best friend leaning over me, a concerned look on his face.

"Stan!" I cry, feeling both worried and happy to see him. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I figured you and Cartman were gone long enough so I came looking for you. What happened? Are you okay?"

I nod and he helps me to my feet. I sniff. "I-I'm fine," I tell him, though he's instantly unconvinced.

"What did Cartman do to you?" he asks, his concern switching to anger almost immediately. "I swear I'm going to fucking kill him when I see him!"

"No!" I automatically cry, without thinking.

He raises a questioning eyebrow at me, clearly puzzled. "Why not? He obviously did something to make you cry like this? Why don't you want me to kill him?"

"Just don't, Stan. I've decided I'm not having anything to do with Cartman anymore. He's out of my life. I'm going to pretend I don't even know him. Trust me, Stan. Everything's under control."

He frowns at me, looking curious. "What exactly did he do to make you finally decide to remove him from your life for good?" he asks.

I stare at him, debating whether or not to tell him, before shaking my head. "Sorry, Stan. I can't tell you."

He sighs, possibly expecting that, and shrugs. "Alright. Come on. Let's get you some tissues before class starts," he says, placing a comforting hand on my back while leading me to the boys bathroom.

I pray that Cartman isn't still in here. The last thing I need right now is to see him again.

Thankfully, as we walk inside, I see that he's gone. Stan runs into an empty stall and runs back out, handing me a small handful of tissues.

I mutter a quick thanks before beginning to dab at my eyes, drying all the escaped tears Cartman caused me.

I suddenly begin to wonder why I didn't let Stan beat Cartman up. He definitely deserves it, for hurting me like that, even though he probably doesn't know how much it actually hurt.

Still, I should probably go to extreme measures to get my revenge and make sure he got as hurt as I am. Though then I'd be no better than him.

Maybe I didn't let Stan hurt Cartman because I don't want anything more to do with that bastard. Or maybe it's because, despite everything, I'm still unwillingly in love with the fatass and don't want to see him get hurt, even if he so very much deserves it.

As Stan and I exit the bathroom after I clean myself up and am sure I won't cry again, I can't help wondering what the future will be like now.

With Cartman out of my life, I wonder what's going to happen. My life will certainly be a whole lot better but since I still love him, will I really be able to leave him for good and forget he ever existed?

I guess I'll just have to wait and see…

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I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter!

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