Warnings: Language.
Authors Note: LONGER CHAPTER, WOO.
I don't own South Park or any characters used in this story.
-(^_^)-
With all the other guys staring at me, I was left to shield my face with the sleeves of my shirt. Unfortunately the fabric couldn't cut out sound, and I heard all their chatter and snickers. Cartman's laugh was obviously the loudest and most obnoxious. I could feel him pointing at me when a thump hit the floor, and I automatically assumed it was him falling off his chair in all the amusement.
"Oh god, Kyle!" he chuckled between deep, shaky breaths. I uncovered my eyes and shot them directly down to the ground. Sure enough, Cartman was laying there. He had his hands over his stomach and a grin far too wide across his face. "Dude, you have to be buzzing my balls right now."
I let out another sigh and masked my face once again with my sleeves. The teasing was something I expected, but the thought of "buzzing Eric's balls" was a picture I did not want to imagine.
"If you don't want your virginity, Kyle," a whisper crept around my ear. "You can always just give it to me."
Oh my god.
Kenny.
Did he seriously.
I flung my head up to glare him directly in the eye, but he took it lightly and greeted my actions with a smirk. As I was shaking my head at his attempt, someone else spoke up. I transferred my vision over to see that Clyde was now standing on his chair, looking downwards at me.
"You can get with this," he sang, pointing at himself. "Or you can get with that," Clyde finished by rotating his hand around so his index finger was now aimed at Kenny.
I felt my mouth fall agape and my expression turn into a "what the fuck man?!" look. Next to Clyde, Craig was leaning back on his chair, feet resting neatly crossed on top of the table. I was glad he wasn't part of the few that were taking joy out of this. Or at least that's what I hoped for until he starting speaking.
"If we're all going to argue over who's going to be Kyle's first, then why don't we just make it into a game?"
My eyes widened, and my first reaction was to jump out of my seat and defend myself from whatever this was leading to. "And who gave you consent to do that?" I practically yelled the question at him across the 3 foot table, but Craig kept his gaze settled on mine and folded his arms.
"Nobody. But it would be fun, yeah?"
"It's my body; you can't declare anything on it I don't agree to!"
I stood there for a minute or so, fingers tapping on the table waiting for any response. There were no verbal reactions, just stares. Around the table, everyone was looking up at me with either a straight face, or some cheesy grin. Then my eyes fell over Tweek, who was the only one with unclear agitation in his eyes instead of... Lust.
I snapped at the thought. Lust.
It can't be.
I gradually stepped away from the table, keeping focus on every one of them in case they had ideas to try something. Each time my sight drifted over Tweek, I could see his fingertips grow whiter from gripping his coffee mug too tight. "H-Hey! Where are you going?!"
I pulled my jacket off the back of my chair and slipped it on. "Home."
"But if you leave now, you won't see how the game plays out. Come on… Stay?" to add emphasis to his plea, Kenny tugged on the arm of my coat, and I shook off his grasp.
"I'd rather not hear this…" I stated, walking to the door. "Whatever this is," with that, I swung it open and stepped outside.
And just before I could hear the door shut, a sentence shadowed behind me.
"Alright guys, so here's the rules."
. . . -(^_^)- . . .
The brisk air that blew across my face caused me to shiver, and sent a chill of cold down my spine. My hands fiddled their way into my pockets to look for warmth against the frigid temperature. As I stepped down the stairs leading away from Butters' garage, I noticed that the snow frosted precisely over the trees, and caked the grass with the same effect. The sidewalk and street were the only places uncovered from the sheets of white. I walked along the sidewalk for a few minutes, the street lights beaming down from above and casting a shadow that trailed far behind me. Arriving at my house in less than 10 minutes, I pulled out my hands from their warm territory and turned the knob to push the front door open.
"Kyle! There you are! I was just about to call you for the seventh time!" my mom embraced me with wide arms, snuggling them around the top half of my body all too tight.
I gasped for air. "Seventh?" after she released me I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and tapped the lock button. Mom; missed call. I scrolled down the screen, and it was indeed filled with unnoticed calls from her.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Mom…"
She gazed back at me with a small smile, and nodded her head slightly. "Just go wash up and get some sleep. "
I smiled back and obeyed, walking upstairs. I passed Ike on the way, and gave him a little high-five.
With my foot.
On his back.
Down the stairs.
. . . -(^_^)- . . .
I stepped back into my room wearing my pajamas- well, just pajama pants. Screw shirts- and a towel that draped around my head. I flicked the lights off, and walked across my room to hang the towel inside the closet. Before I sat back on my bed, I grabbed my phone off of the desk nearby. I plugged it in to its outlet to charge, and the phone lit up to show the battery percentage. 46%. The battery then transitioned back to my original lock screen, which clouded with text messages the moment I was about to shut it off.
Stan 15min ago
Text message
Craig 17min ago
Text message
Cartman 21min ago
Text message
Token 29min ago
Text message
Tweek 35min ago
Text message
Butters 38min ago
Text message
Kenny 47min ago
Text message
Clyde 53min ago
Text message
Everyone that was there sent me a message. I swiped the screen and entered my pass code to unlock my phone. Tapping on the text message app, I scrolled down to Clyde's message and opened it up.
Prepare your body.
Wait what.
I read it again… And I indeed read it correctly.
Questions filled my mind. Clyde and I aren't really that friendly to each other… Well, no one is that friendly with me. What the fuck.
I pressed the back button to return to the rest of the messages, and read Kenny's next.
Prepare your body.
Same as what Clyde sent.
I went through everyone else's, and they all were the same text; "Prepare your body." Butters added some kissy face emoji, and Cartman's was in all caps. I stared at the screen for a minute or so until it faded to black and I saw my reflection in it. I set my phone back down on the table, and laid flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why would they text me that?
Do they know if something is going to happen to me?
And if so, why didn't they just say it when I was about to leave after...
Confessing my virginity.
Fuck.
. . . -(^_^)- . . .
I walked to school the next day. After the messages I received last night, I agreed with myself that I'm going to try to avoid the guys as much as possible. That's going to be a hard task, I know it. I have every period with at least one of them. I also knew I was going to get sucked into something they're planning. Fuck that game, damn it.
I pulled the entrance door to the school open and jetted down the hallway to my locker. I fumbled with the combination for a second, but after a few tries I managed to unlock it. I threw my bag inside, and took out the things I needed for first period. When I was sure I was ready, I took another deep breath and slammed the locker, then proceeded to English class. I shut my eyes and gradually turned the knob to make my way inside. I tried to keep my cool as I strolled over to my desk, but I could feel their passion filled grins following me every step of the way.