A/N: Sorry for the wait. Possession has been my main focus so I've neglected the hell outta this story pft.
Bit of a shorter chapter here, plenty of drama though
Enjoy~
Kenny's pencil tapped quietly on his notebook as he stared up at the teacher pacing around the front of the room, waving his hands around as he discussed some Shakespearian-era bullshit. He glanced next to him at his table at Cartman, who was making paper footballs and flicking them into Butter's head in front of them. The brunette caught his stare and narrowed his eyes, mouthing 'what?' Kenny just shrugged, heaving a deep sigh.
He couldn't keep his mind off of Kyle. His entire perception felt warped by the events of the past few days. He had no idea what side to root for when it came to Stan and him. He wanted Kyle to be with himself, there was no doubt of that in the blonde's mind. But Kyle was his best friend. He wanted him to be happy, even if that meant that along the way he himself would have to just abandon his own hopes about a future with him. He hated seeing the redhead so frustrated and confused about where to go from here. He placed his head down atop folded arms, still watching the teacher with a glaze of complete disinterest. He just didn't know how to feel anymore.
Cartman shoved a paper into his arm and he fleeted his eyes down, reading 'u comin 2nite?'
He looked up at the glutton and nodded. Cartman's parties were never anything special, but it was a nice break from the monotony. It was a place he could get booze and forget everything for the low low price of letting Cartman call him a poor son of a bitch or whatever overwhelmingly cliche name he could come up with. It was a small price to pay for forgetting all the drama, that was for damn sure.
Cartman shoved the paper back into him after writing again and Kenny lifted his head up, reading the text tiredly. 'Wtf is up with Jew and hippie? they looked like they were about to kill each other at lunch'.
Ken bit his lip. Lunch was a fucking terrible time for them all for sure. Kyle sat with Ken while Stan sat with his football buddies. The both of them kept staring at each other, looking like they were fighting between breaking down, crying and running to each other to apologize like some lame-ass chick flick moment or full-out brawling until one of them couldn't walk again. It was uncomfortable for all parties involved, Kenny could feel how Stan was glaring at himself. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. In a way, even if he and Kyle weren't screwing around, he was in all technicality stealing Kyle's attention away from Stan. He was the one that he was working all their problems out with, and Kenny never minded being the rock that held him together, but he could just feel how Stan wanted nothing more than to gut him like a fish.
'It's a long story, dude,' he wrote back. 'they're just fightin'.
Cartman stared before quickly scribbling back a response and shaking his head a bit, 'those 2 pussies aren't gonna make it.'
'since when do you care?'
Cartman looked at him, snorting softly and rolling his eyes, 'I don't. but jewboy is gonna b even more annoying if Marsh breaks his stupid greedy heart.'
Kenny bit his lip, a part of him acknowledging that regardless of Cartman's demeanor towards Kyle, he was absolutely right. Maybe not so much annoying, but Kyle would be absolutely devastated. He took a long, shuddery breath and glanced at the clock. Two minutes. Two minutes left before school was out and Kyle and Stan would meet up. His mind fleeted over plans. If they broke up, Kenny would be there for Kyle and help him piece himself back together, he'd always said that he would have his back and he didn't intend to start going back on that promise now. If they didn't and ended up making up, he'd slap them both on the backs and tell them how happy he was for them, even if it would start killing him inside again.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly, jumping a bit at the sound of the bell ringing throughout the room. He quickly got to his feet and started stuffing his papers down into his bag. Cartman looked at him inquisitively.
"You think they're gonna break up?" he asked him softly.
He shrugged his bag onto his shoulder and waited for Cartman to gather his own things. "I have no idea. Why? Do you?"
He scoffed, "Fuck if I know. I'm just sick of the two of them acting like they're always on their fucking periods. Mood swings like fucking crazy and it's driving me nuts."
He couldn't help but smirk a little. Try as he might, Cartman could never deny that he didn't pay attention to what was going on in all their lives, even if he was a dick about it. "Whaddya mean mood swings?" he asked as they started walking out of the room together in the crowd of their peers.
He raised his brow at him, "What you didn't notice? Fuck they go from hands all over each other to Kahl gettin' sand in his vagina and now Stan's all pussied out, too. You fucking stand near the two of them and it's like trying to walk through fucking cement the tensions so goddamn thick sometimes."
He nodded, "Yeah. Well...they're gonna be talkin' it out about now," he said softly. "They're meetin' in the courtyard."
"Well fuck, let's go, then," he jerked his head towards the side doors in the hall. "I won't lie, I want to see if it gets violent," he sniggers.
"Well I hope it doesn't come to that," he said dryly. He paused and couldn't help but chuckle, "I am curious which one of them would win in said fight, though."
"Oh, Jewfag for sure," he rolled his eyes. "He'd be too angry to stop. You know how bitches are on their periods. He'd rip Jock-boy's head off before he could say 'save the whales'."
Kenny laughed a bit as they pushed open the doors and found Kyle standing in the middle of the courtyard, his arms crossed and looking down at the ground. "Ky!" he called out. The redhead looked up and waved meekly at the two of them as they approached.
"What're you doing here, Fatass?" he looked at the brunette tiredly, obviously not in the mood to be dealing with Cartman's usual bullshit.
He shrugged, "Wanted to see what the fuck is up with you fags. Heard you two are getting divorced."
"Fuck off," he muttered, shaking his head and running his fingers up under his hat, scratching his hair irritably.
Kenny walked up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, do ya want us to leave?"
He looked up at him and shook his head, "No. No honestly I could use you here for support."
"Aww Jew needs his side squeeze to help him through it," Cartman cooed.
The two of them shot angry glares at him and shouted together, "Shut the fuck up, Fatass!"
He blinked at the surround-sound insult before rolling his eyes. "Fags," he muttered under his breath.
"Anyway," Kyle sighed, looking back at the blonde. "If he tries to say he never said what he did..."
"Hang on," Kenny looked up, seeing Craig and Tweek walking through the doors talking to each other. "Craig!" he shouted.
The boy looked up at him and his face fell sour before he groaned, walking towards the two of them with Tweek in tow. "What?" he glared.
"Dude, can ya chill here for awhile?" he asked softly. "Kyle may need backup for what ya told me."
He blinked, looking at Kenny's hand on the boy's shoulder and back at the redhead's tired gaze. "You two aren't fighting?"
"No," Kyle said thickly. "I can't say the same about Stan and myself, though."
Craig sighed and his shoulders dropped, "Yeah, fine." He whipped out his phone and grumbled, "guess I'll tell Token I'll walk home."
"I-I can take you," Tweek offered meekly.
Craig looked down at him and smirked crookedly, "Thanks, dude."
"No pro-problem AH!" he ticked, shaking a bit in his place.
"Here comes troubleeee," Cartman said lowly, the four of them following his stare and seeing Stan walking up with Clyde and Token in tow. Kyle stepped forward, planting his feet firmly on the ground and narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend. Stan looked guilty for a split second before returning the stare. He walked up and eyed Kenny's hand still resting on Kyle's slender shoulder.
"So," Kyle started dryly. "You wanna fucking start?"
"Start what?" he raised his brow.
"Uh, how about we talk about you telling people you fucked me on Token's counter?" he gestured towards the boy behind him. "Because I'd like to know if that actually happened and you fucking roofied me or if you're just a giant pile of shit."
Stan blinked, "So I fucking said we hooked up, what the fuck is the big deal?"
Kyle stared at him incredulously, Kenny feeling him trembling underneath his palm. "Do you not know me all?" he asked through grated teeth. "That wasn't fucking cool, Stan!"
"Oh my fucking god who the fuck cares?!" he gestured around. "Jesus fucking Christ, Kyle, it's not like you were treated like a fucking slut or something!" Kenny caught a glance between Token and Clyde that made him uneasy, tightening his grip on the redhead. Something wasn't right.
"But I don't like the fact that you were so fucking okay with just making shit up about me!" Kyle fumed. "What else did you tell people? Huh? That I'm your fucking subservient little whore or something?!"
"No, I didn't!" he screamed back, letting Clyde gently move him back a little, all the bystanders a bit afraid that the two of them were going to start actually going at it. "That's what we fucking do, Kyle! We fucking lie about how far we got, okay?"
"That's funny because I don't do that," he stewed. "Jesus, you're acting like I fucking made you wait for years before we did anything! Why do you have to be such a fucking douche?!" he shouted.
"Ky, Ky," Kenny said softly, rubbing his back, "It's all right. Calm down."
"Don't you fucking tell him what to do," Stan spat.
"Don't you fucking yell at him!" Kyle pointed back towards the blonde. "He has every fucking right to be here and you don't get to boss anyone around, Stan!"
"Really? He has a right to be here?" he laughed in disbelief. "Funny, I thought that our relationship was, oh, I don't know, between us?"
Kyle tongued over his teeth and his eyes were dangerously narrowed, "Well then why did you bring Clyde and Token? Seems to me like you wanted back-up for your stupid ass excuses, too."
He paused, his face falling darkly, "Well I had to have someone here to pick up the pieces if you fucking fell apart because of a little fucking white lie, Kyle. I know how much of a girl you can be about this kind of thing."
"Oh FUCK no you did not fucking call me a girl again!" he screamed, starting to move towards him. Kenny wrapped his arm around Kyle's shoulders and held him back.
"Kyle, don't, it's not worth it, Dude. He's not worth it!"
"I don't let anyone fucking talk to me like that and you fucking know it, Stanley!" he screamed, ignoring Kenny's desperate protests and staring him down like a bull to the matador.
"Oh, full name, I'm so scared," he waved his hands in the air sarcastically, his face falling into obvious disinterest. He glanced between the two of them and rolled his eyes. "I can't say I'm surprised that you have him with you though," he jerked his head towards Kenny. "I mean, who wouldn't want to have the person who wants in their pants so fucking bad to be around them all the fucking time?"
The two of them fell still and Kenny looked down at the redhead. "You fuckin' told him?!" He couldn't believe it. Kyle swore he'd keep it to himself to evade any fallout between the group.
"No!" he shook his head. "I never told anyone! Did you?!"
"No I-" he paused, his eyes glancing over to Craig who was scratching his hair nervously and staring at the ground. "Craig," he bit his lip angrily. "Who the fuck did you tell?!"
"Clyde," Stan answered for him, pointing back towards the brunette who was looking just as awkward as his counterpart on the opposing team.
"Jesus fucking Christ, this is the worst soap opera in history," Cartman shook his head a bit.
"You sonnova bitch!" Kenny pulled off of Kyle, turning and pushing Craig a bit.
He glowered and shoved Kenny back. "Fuck off, McCormick! It's not my fucking fault that you want so bad to be buttbuddies with Broflovski!"
"Ya didn't have to fuckin' say a goddamn thing, though!" he seethed. "Fuck, I fuckin' trusted you with that information, you dick!"
He rolled his grey eyes, "Oh boo fucking hoo. Like you aren't fucking glaringly obvious about it anyway."
Kenny straightened up, looking down at Tweek. "Well, Tweek, ya should know that Craig has a boner for and wants to fuck you. So, do with that information what ya will," he sneered at Craig, whose face was blanched over, staring daggers at the blonde.
"WHAT?!" Tweek looked at Craig shakily, darting his head around the group. "I...I...too much pressure, too much..." he shook his head and darted towards the school.
"Tweek, wait!" Craig called, turning and quickly rearing his fist back and letting it fly, decking Kenny in the cheek and sending him sprawling onto the ground. Kyle stepped between the two of them and stared the boy down.
"Touch him again," he snarled, "see what fucking happens."
Craig looked between him and back towards the direction that Tweek ran off to, seeing Clyde and Token hurrying behind him. He groaned, glaring at Kenny again before speeding off behind them. The four remaining stood in silence for a few moments, Kyle helping Kenny back onto his feet.
"Thanks," he muttered.
"You okay?" Kyle asked softly, the poison in his voice all but gone for him. Kenny nodded and he gave him a soft smile before it fell back into a scowl, facing Stan standing there alone. "You're a piece of shit, you know that?" he spat.
"How am I the bad guy here?" he twisted his face. "Yeah, okay, I lied about sleeping with you. I'm fucking sorry, all right? But how would you fucking like it if I hung out with Wendy all day? Huh? How would you fucking like it if someone who wanted nothing more than to fuck me was always beside me? How the fuck would you feel?"
"Well that depends," he said thickly, placing his hands on his hips and trying to stand as menacingly as his boyfriend. "If it were you hanging with someone, given your reputation for lying, yeah, I'd be pretty worried. But we're not talking about you, we're talking about me."
Stan shook his head at him, his mouth a bit agape in disbelief. "How could I forget? I happen to be talking to a goddamn perfect little angel, aren't I? Little Miss Priss who never does anything wrong," he drawled out, crossing his arms.
"Okay, you better lay the fuck off of calling me 'miss' or 'girl' because I am this fucking close to cleaning your clock!" he spat. "And no, I'm not fucking 'perfect' but you should know me damn well enough that you should be able to fucking trust me!"
"Well forgive me," he rolled his eyes. "I'm so sorry that I'm uncomfortable with the fact that you're okay with letting Kenny ogle you all fucking day."
Kyle looked at him with a stare that even Cartman could feel seeping fear into his soul. "This. Isn't. About. Ken," he hissed, taking furious breaths between his teeth. "This is about how you are a fucking douchebag, Stan!"
"How am I the fucking bad guy here?" he waved his arms around wildly. "What the fuck did I even do to you? You were pissed at me before you found out about what I told people!"
"You don't respect me, Stan!" his glare suddenly fell and his face turned into a desperate sheen of hurt. "You...you fucking think I'm expendable! You act like I don't even fucking matter to you!"
"Of course you matter to me, you idiot," he blinked and raised his brow at him.
Kyle looked at Ken, who nodded slowly. He had to do this. He had to tell him and he had to be strong about it. "I...," he shook his head. "Stan, it's like we're not even friends anymore, let alone more," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking at the ground tiredly. "And I don't want to fucking lose you but you're fucking pushing me to the breaking point and I don't know what to do." He looked up at him with heavy eyes, meeting another pair staring back at him with a dark blue hue.
Stan was silent for a moment. The weight of it all seeming to crush the four of them into their places. Even Cartman couldn't be bothered to make a smart-ass remark, he and Kenny exchanging worried glances, knowing that the next words could very easily make or break their group.
Stan cleared his throat quietly and the others looked up at him, meeting a heavy unreadable expression. "Kyle...I...I think we need a break," Stan said softly.
Kyle looked up at him and straightened himself out, Kenny watching helplessly as his bottom lip trembled. "Fine," he said curtly, turning on his heel and walking briskly towards the doors to the school. Kenny turned towards Stan, standing there looking like a dejected fool. The blonde gave him a sharp glare and shook his head.
"You fucked up," he growled before making way to follow behind Kyle. Cartman wasn't far behind, muttering under his own breath. They both turned and stole one more look at Stan, standing with his hand over his eyes, his shoulders heaving in the midst of his solitude.
A/N: Dammit Ky and Stan. You bitches are just too fucking stubborn.
Thanks for R&Ring!