Chapter 13

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I slept late and had to rush out the door again, but managed to get to the bus stop a little early somehow. I found it quite strange that no one was there until I checked my clock. I hadn't woken up late at all! My alarm went off an hour early.

I needed to do something about my mom and fast. It surprised me to find her home when I went downstairs this morning. She was just sitting at the table and staring into an empty glass when she should have been at work. I knew he wouldn't be awake, but I had to reach out to him before something really bad happened. Even if he was mad at her. I dialed my dad's number with a sigh. It rang for a long time, but eventually went to voicemail.

"H-hey Dad… it's Kyle. I know Mom's the last person you care about right now but… well she didn't go to work today and some things have been really …strange around the house without you around. Please go check on her for me. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I don't think she'll listen to me at all. …I gotta go. I love y-… um… bye I guess." I winced at how awkward I sounded and hung up. What the hell was wrong with me? I was just calling Dad… who said I was a mistake… but he was drunk… so he didn't mean it…?

I groaned and leaned against the bus stop pole, fishing my insulin out of my bag. I learned my lesson last week and was not going to go through that again, or trust my mom to pick up the phone never mind bring it to school for a second time. I pulled up my sleeve and eased the needle into my skin, feeling the familiar tingles float down my spine. Pain still gave me a surge of pleasure, but it wasn't a very healthy habit to be forming so I'd have to be a bit more careful.

I just have to remind myself over and over that I don't need it.

I heard Stan and Kenny approaching and looked over my shoulder as the insulin pushed its way from the needle into my body.

"Hey Dude." Stan greeted me as he got closer. "…What happened to your arm? Why is it all wrapped up?"

"…I'll tell you later." I replied, focused on what I was doing.

Kenny pulled down his hood and pointed at the needle.

"What the hell is that?" he asked. I pulled the empty syringe away from my arm and looked over at Kenny with a smirk.

"My insulin. I was rushing so I just grabbed it on my way out." I replied. I heard a scoff from behind me.

"Insulin? Yeah right. It's probably the soul of an innocent child that he's trying to force into his empty ginger body."

I swallowed, feeling the blood drain out of my face as I pulled down the sleeve of my shirt. Looking over at the source of the familiar voice, my heart started to beat a bit faster.

"…H-hey Cartman." I murmured. Stan and Kenny both craned their necks to look at my face, eyebrows raised.

"He just insulted you, and you say "hey"?" Kenny asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Dude what's that about?" Stan agreed. I felt my mouth get really dry as I looked over at Cartman. He was looking at me with a curious expression, as if trying to read my thoughts. That stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he crossed his arms.

"Well, Jew?"

I glared at him.

"What? I can't be nice every once in a while?" I asked. He shrugged.

"If by nice you mean a total pussy."

"Shut up asshole!"

"Make me daywalker."

"You guys fucked, didn't you?" Kenny chuckled.

"What?! NO!" Both Cartman and I yelled at him. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose as the bus pulled in.

"Guys can we just go to school?" he asked as the doors opened. Cartman shoved a laughing Kenny into the pole as he got on first. Everyone seemed to be sitting in different places today. There weren't any double seats available, so I couldn't sit next to Stan. I headed for the back and sat next to Tweek, who seemed to tense up. Well… more than usual. I looked over at him and smiled as the bus started off down the road.

"Hey Tweek, how's it going?" I asked. He fidgeted a few times and looked out the window. I raised my eyebrow. "…Uh…Tweek?"

"G-Gah! …I'm n-not supposed to t-talk to you!" he said quietly, his body trembling.

"…Why?" I asked. He shivered, whining under his breath and moving as far away from me as possible. I turned my body to him and placed my hand on his shoulder in concern.

"Why dude? Calm down." I said. He pushed my hand off and sprung out of his seat in extreme panic.

"GAH! Don't TOUCH me!" he exclaimed and fell in the aisle. A lot of people pointed and laughed at him, but I just stared in confusion. Cartman was howling in laughter.

"HAH! Tweek's having a fucking seizure!" he laughed, pointing with everyone else. Kenny was covering his mouth, trying not to laugh.

"SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" The bus driver lady screamed. Tweek ran over to the front of the bus and I scooted over to the window where he left. Stan sat next to me.

"That was weird." He said. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. I mean I know Tweek is… well Tweek. But that was weird, even for him. Why is he not supposed to talk to me?" I replied. Stan shrugged.

"I don't know dude. But I wouldn't think about it too much. It's probably nothing. Are you ready to present today?" he asked. I nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, totally. We're going to get an A for sure!" I said. Kenny leaned over to us and tapped my shoulder.

"After school today do you guys want to come over to Cartman's with me?" he asked.

"AY! I didn't invite anyone over poor boy!" Cartman snarled.

"I invited myself over, lardo. And Stan and Kyle. Deal with it and make sure we have some good food." Kenny chuckled.

"Sounds good to me." Stan smirked.

"No way hippie!" Cartman began. "My house isn't there for you freeloaders to waltz into whenever you-"

"Actually I can't." I interjected. He looked at me with a strange expression, eyebrow raised.

"…What? My house isn't kosher enough for you?"

My eyes narrowed. Kiss or no kiss, he was pissing me off.

"No I just have football practice." I growled.

"Football isn't as important." He replied.

"Why is that?" I asked, an amused smirk on my face.

"My mom's letting me pick up KFC!" he exclaimed.

"Fatass."

"Fuck you Kahl you stupid fucking Jew!"

"Don't belittle my people, asshole!"

"Shut up you guys." Stan rolled his eyes. "You're giving me a headache!"

The bus ride was short like usual and I was actually excited for class. It was going to be a great presentation, I could just feel it. As we got off the bus, I couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid. People seemed to be avoiding me like I was the plague, especially the other guys. The girls just giggled a lot which was annoying in itself, but I tried not to let it affect me as I opened my locker. Kenny leaned against it and smiled at me.

"So how was it?" he asked as I stuffed my books inside.

"How was what?" I replied stiffly.

"Your date last night with Cartman."

I froze what I was doing and glared up at him. He waved his hand at me while chuckling to himself.

"Hey I kid I kid. Don't get worked up dude."

"How did you know he came over last night?" I muttered. He smirked in a way that pissed me off more than Cartman's smirks.

"You just told me." He said playfully and poked my nose with his finger, walking away. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Why did you assume he came over?" I demanded.

"Are you that stupid Kyle?" he snickered. "I told him to. Well the way he was going on about how worried he was about you, I'd be surprised if he didn't go to see you."

I was at a loss for words as I felt my face heat up.

He told Kenny he was worried about me?

"Just do me a favor and keep everything you 'figure out' a secret, will you Ken?" I muttered. He laughed at that.

"Of course, Kyle. You guys are my friends. …But if you ever want to experiment, feel free to come to me." He teased, tickling under my chin. I slapped his hand away as the bell rang.

We all started to file into the classroom when I bumped into Craig and dropped my books to the floor. I muttered an apology and started picking them up, when they were knocked to the ground once more. I looked up in confusion.

"Don't touch me, homo." Craig growled in a low voice and kicked my book away as he made his way to his seat. I didn't move or even blink for a good minute. No one else seemed to have heard what he said except for me. Homo? Homo?

"Kyle Broflovski would you please get up off of my floor?" I heard Mr. Prickclit ask from behind me. I got up and retrieved my book, shock still coursing through my veins as I sat down between Stan and Cartman.

They know.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. Maybe I was wrong… Maybe it was just a couple of people. I looked around the room to see judgmental eyes. Some kids were snickering in the back and hushed when I looked at them. It was official. The whole school knew.

"Dude? Are you okay?" Stan asked me. A bead of sweat fell down my face and I clutched my desk. Kenny and even Cartman were looking at me in concern at this point. Anger coursed through my body and I started to tremble.

"No…" I growled. "I'm not…"

"Well what the fuck is the problem then, Jew?" Cartman asked, genuine worry underneath his usual venom. I opened my mouth to answer, but the teacher walked over to us.

"Since the four of you are so eager to talk, I'm going to assume that you're ready to present first." He said.

"Hell yeah." Kenny replied taking out the poster board from behind his desk and setting it up on the board. Cartman got up, holding the essay in his hand with Stan and I close behind. Kenny and I held the poster board up as Stan pointed at it while Cartman began to read.

"John Dalton was a relatively bald, dorky, glasses wearing chemist in the early 19th century and his work was focused on the behavior and properties of gases. He used his work on gases to come up with his law of proportions which was true to the smallest particle or atom. He then found out that he could use that to…" Cartman went on when a crumpled up piece of paper hit me in the head. I looked over to find the source, finding myself eye to eye with Clyde. He was smiling at me in a taunting manner. I glared and looked away, trying to focus on Cartman's voice. "When John Dalton created his atomic theory, it was based on simple deductive reasoning and was later; testing by his successors proved that the majority of his theory was totally kewl. Dalton was able to…"

"If I could hook up with Bebe again, I'd be..." Clyde began quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.

"Soooo happy?" Craig finished his sentence, matching his volume.

"Yeah. What a total dick. Who pushes down a willing girl?" Clyde responded.

"A fruity turd burglar." Craig muttered. Most of the class on the left side started laughing and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my ears burn.

"AY!" Cartman yelled, getting everyone to shut up. The teacher looked up from his newspaper and Cartman pouted at him. "M-Mr. Prickcliiiiiiiit? I'm trying to read and this class is being disruptiiiveeeee…"

"Silence in my class. No one should be talking except Eric." Mr. Prickclit said. The class quieted with a few stray snickers here and there. I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough. I ducked through the halls in an attempt to avoid unnecessary confrontation with well… anyone. Except for one person I'd been looking for all day. Bebe. Classes had been a nightmare! I was being teased and laughed at everywhere I went. I don't know which was worse- the whispering or the blatant insults. I spotted Wendy just as she was about to duck into the lunch room and I pulled her to the side. She yelped in surprise, but her eyes softened when she saw that it was me.

"Oh h-hi Kyle…" she said, her face full of pity.

"Don't hi me. Where the hell is Bebe and why did she tell everyone I was gay?!" I snapped angrily. She backed up a bit.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Kyle… I mean you are, aren't you?"

"Wendy that's not the fucking point!" I retorted.

"Well what do you expect? You shoved her to the ground. I mean, Stan told me what she did and I totally agree that she's really slutty for doing that, but still. Are you honestly surprised that she would want revenge after that?" she replied. "This could be a great thing, Kyle. This is a modern society. You'd think people would grow up and not give into bigotry initiated by peer pressure. I mean, I'm still proud to call you my friend."

"Yeah? Well you're like the only one now! Did she tell you that she was going to do this?"

"Y-yes but-"

"And you JUST LET HER?!" I yelled, seriously starting to lose my temper. Her eyes filled with tears and Stan noticed from across the hall, rushing over.

"I tried to talk her out of it!" she wailed, burying her head into Stan's chest. Stan looked from Wendy to me, completely confused. Token paused as he was walking by and shook his head in disbelief.

"Geez Kyle. I know you don't like girls, but you don't have to make them cry." he muttered and continued to walk down the hall. I watched him leave as my fists tightened, starting to follow him. Stan pulled me back.

"Dude dude dude… calm down." He murmured.

"Calm down? You think I need to CALM DOWN?!" I exclaimed, throwing his arm off. He blinked in surprise, Wendy hiding behind him.

"Yes!" he replied. "I do!"

"None of this would have fucking happened if you didn't set me up with that slut! This is ALL your fault Stan!" I kicked the locker next to me, affectively denting it, and stormed into the lunch room. I hugged the wall and avoided all of the snickers around me, heading straight to an empty table near the broken water fountain. My foot was throbbing in pain, but I was way too angry to care. I felt the tears burn in my eyes and hid my face in my arms so no one would see. I felt someone sit next to me and judging by the way the table creaked as they sat down, I had a good hunch as to who it was.

"You're so dramatic Kahl."

"What are you doing here, Cartman?" I murmured, my head still down and buried in my arms.

"I'm here for my ten bucks of course." He chuckled. I lifted my head and glared at him.

"I'm not crying, fatass."

"Aww… then I came over here for nothing." He pouted at me slightly. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"…Why are you really here?" I asked sadly. He rolled me an apple and I caught it right before it fell off of the table. I looked back at him and he was picking at his lunch as if making an effort to avoid my gaze. His nose was red too.

"You didn't eat today." He replied quietly. I smirked a little.

"What? What was that? I didn't quite hear you." I teased.

"Just eat the apple you stupid jew." He growled, the red spreading into his cheeks. I shrugged and took a bite which seemed to satisfy him. I felt another paper ball smash me in the forehead and sighed.

"Who's that your boyfriend?!" Clyde jeered.

"Want to find out, dickhole?!" Cartman snarled, fist raised. He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. I looked him in the eyes, silently begging him to let it go. He sat down with a huff andonce again turned his attention back to his food.

"…Sitting with me is ruining your reputation you know." I muttered.

"Huh. Like I give a fuck what they think." He spat.

"I thought you'd enjoy seeing me get made fun of like this." I replied with a hint of curiosity in my voice. He turned to look at me, eyes burning with that same expression from before. I couldn't decipher it, and yet it sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

"Listen to me, Kahl. The only one who gets to rip on you is me. You're my Jew." He growled in a low rumbly voice. I blushed and looked away; taking another bite out of the apple he gave me. Something inside of me stirred and I felt myself smile.

His Jew, huh?

I looked over to our usual table and saw Kenny talking to Stan. Stan tore away from their conversation and glanced at me with an apologetic expression. I tore my face away angrily and violently bit the apple.

"What did that apple ever do to you, daywalker?" Cartman chuckled.

"It's not the apple I'm angry at. It's the whole school. And Stan." I said in a low voice.

"What did the hippie do now? I thought you were super best friends." He replied. I shrugged.

"It's a long story Fatass. And the bells about to ring."

"Kenny and Stan are going to pick you up after football practice and bring you over to my place, so you better get over your period soon." Cartman said. I looked at him unsurely and tossed the apple core on his empty tray.

"But-"

"You're coming over, Kahl. Get that sand out of your vagina." He smirked as the bell rang.

"Goddamn it Cartman I don't have sand in my va-"

"Yeah yeah." He interrupted, tossing the tray in the trash. "I'm going to kick your ass in gym today, Kahl. We're playing capture the flag."

"No you won't." I waved him off.

"Want to bet, Jew?"

"You're on Fatass."

I waited until all the guys cleared out of the locker room so I could sneak in and change by myself. I was a little late for class because of it, but it was worth it I think. I was at my insult limit for the day, I really was. I avoided Stan like the plague even though Kenny kept trying to encourage me to talk to him. I sort of ignored everyone. I was too busy avoiding the snickers and the whispers to realize it was happening all around me. At least by staying focused on the game at hand, I was able to win my bet with Cartman. Too bad I didn't have anything riding on it, as he quickly reminded me. Even still, it was the highlight of my day. That's for sure.

I thought the worst was over and decided to follow everyone else into the locker room to change. I was tired and sweaty and just wanted to be out of my sweats, so I didn't really think about waiting for everyone else to be finished. Huge mistake. The entire time I was changing, Craig and Clyde were snickering behind me.

"He's so scrawny, I bet he'd break in half if someone pounded into him from the back." Clyde laughed.

"Well if that's what he likes, than who are we to judge?" Craig replied. I growled under my breath and looked up at them. They instantly tried to cover themselves with their clothes. Even Tweek tried to cover his mostly naked body and hid behind Craig.

"Oh knock it off you guys!" Stan exclaimed. "He's not any different than he was before so stop treating Kyle like he's going to rape you!"

"Cartman tell your boyfriend to stop molesting me with his eyes." Craig said, making most of the boys laugh. Cartman glared at him.

"Shut up Craig you fucking asshole. You're one to talk. You've been fucking Tweek for months!" Cartman retorted. Craig flipped him off.

"N-No he hasn't- GAH!" Tweek exclaimed.

"Will you all just SHUT UP?!" I exclaimed, slamming my locker closed. The sound reverberated throughout the room and everyone stared at me. My body shook in anger. "There's nothing wrong with me! I'm gay! So fucking what?!"

"SO we don't feel comfortable changing in front of you." Clyde said, moving over to me. "There's a guy's locker room and a girl's locker room so no one feels like a piece of meat. Why should you get to fuck us with your eyes?"

"I'm not fucking anyone with my eyes." I growled.

"Yeah right." Craig added.

"That does make me feel kind of uncomfortable." Token agreed.

"Why should you be able to gawk at our nearly naked bodies and create sick fantasies in your head? How is that fair to us?" Clyde asked, getting closer to my face. I clenched my jaw.

"I wouldn't do that." I growled, my face burning with anger. I was starting to see nothing but red.

"And we're just supposed to trust that you're not thinking about all the disgusting things you could do with us? It's not like you can help it you fucking queer." Clyde spat. My vision blurred and I lost it. My arm just extended like a reflex to his words and my fist connected with his nose.

Crack.