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"Kyle, you can't keep acting like this, man!" Stan said, almost desperately as Kyle shut his locker.
"Mmphm! Mmhmmhm hmhmmm!" Said Kenny,
"Yeah Kyle, Kenny's right! You can't keep being a wet blanket and ruin all our fun just because you can't get over some bitch that broke up with you." Cartman was promptly punched in the arm by Kenny. "Ow! Kennyy, what was that for.." Cartman put on his baby voice as he rubbed his arm.
"Mph mhm mmhm mhmmp phmh!" Kenny retorted.
"Hey don't call me fucking fat you fucking redneck!" Kyle heavily rolled his eyes and turned just as the bell rang for sixth period. Chemistry was next, at least he'd have something to keep his mind off of.. stuff.
Stan looked at Kyle leave as Kenny and Cartman kept bickering, he turned to them as his brows knit together as he'd had enough of their shit. "Quit it, assholes! God damn it calling him a wet towel isn't gonna help us help Kyle to get over Yvette, Cartman!" "How about calling him a dirty jew agai— OW!" Stan face-palmed as Kenny and Cartman got into another argument. He walked off to get to Weight Training before the hall monitor called him out on getting to class, leaving the two to bicker. His walk to the locker room was filled with ways to help his best friend out of his rut. He couldn't really think of anything productive, honestly, any time he and Wendy broke up he'd be the wet towel. Specifically a boozed up wet towel. Honestly, he thought Kyle was handing it alright. Well, besides not showing up to play basketball anymore, or really hanging out with them after school, or talking much when he did hang out with them. He hasn't given a speech about anything since him and Yvette — since Yvette and him, broke up. After he changed, he sat on one of the benches in the locker room to talk with the other dudes about dude stuff. He'd grown up quite a lot, shed his baby face freshman year and got buffed thanks to the football team. Based off looks, he was the most popular out of the quartet.
This Thursday it'd be two weeks since they broke up. From what Kyle heard, and saw, Yvette was doing fine. In fact she was already hooking up with someone. He wondered if any of it really meant anything, the relationship. He tried to make her so happy, and he never could. He got the short end of the stick and it took the stick breaking for him to realize it. His friends didn't help much. At first no one would mention it, except Cartman, who cracked jokes about Kyle's misfortune as always. But soon he stopped when they all realized Kyle was in deep for Yvette, then it turned into something like a bunch of Jehovah's Witnesses visiting your door everyday with the same pamphlet. 'You'll get over her' 'She doesn't mean anything' 'Stop being a selfish jew and come graffiti the back of the school with us Kahl'. Dammit he was sick of it!!
"Mr.Broflovski!" Kyle snapped his head up as his name being called.
"Y-Yes, Mr.Garrison?"
"I asked you if you knew the chemical compound of a 10k gold earrings 10 god damn minutes ago!" Jesus, what was up Garrison's ass today.
"Oh, um. Jewelry is usually made up of gold and copper or silver to make it stronger since it's too soft to wear in its pure state." Kyle blinked as he regurgitated the example he read in the textbook while he was studying for this term's upcoming test. "Okay try-hard, you could have just said you could have just said its made up of gold and other meals instead of giving me a thesis." Mr. Garrison turned to keep teaching and Kyle hung his head in frustration. He couldn't wait until that midterm was over with.
Kenny and Cartman left PC Principal's office after getting scolded and detentions for fighting in the hallway. They were instructed to go to class, but Kenny usually skipped English, and Cartman just decided to tag along 'this one time', like he hadn't skipped before. "Like seriously Kenny I don't know why the hell he gets so mopey! It's another bitch around the block!" Kenny, the taller teenager, zipped down his parka so he wouldn't be so muffled while he spoke. He had a busted lip and a bruised cheek, but Cartman and him only threw body blows in the hallway. "He cared about Yvette, moron. It's like you and Heidi, but Kyle's Heidi and Yvette is a less psychotic version of you, and they both realized the relationship wasn't working." Cartman stopped for a moment as Kenny kept walking. "I'm not psychotic." He said to himself before following the lankier teen. He himself wasn't as pronounced as he was in elementary, granted, but he still wasn't exactly in his recommended weight range.
Basically, he was still fat.
The rest of the day passed by quickly, and soon enough Kyle was walking home with Ike walking slightly faster in front of him. He was in 8th grade now, while Kyle was a Junior in high school. And not a bad looking one at that, he got taller, just shorter than Stan and Cartman, which made him the shortest of the group at 5'9", he didn't mind it, but it unnerved him how tall Kenny was. At 6'6", the kid was the goddamn Empire State Building next to- well just about anyone in the school. Seriously it was terrifying when he got those summer growth sports and just kept getting farther into the atmosphere. Speaking of the quartet, they were still good friends, clearly. Kyle and Cartman did argue less, even maybe became more friend than frenemy, but of course neither of them would admit to that.
Just as they were entering the neighborhood, "Kyle! Hey wait up!" That happened. Kyle slowed down, hesitating, before finally stopping and turning around. Ike also stopped to see just what was happening, though he was farther away. Kyle wasn't surprised to see Stan, Kenny............ And Cartman running to catch up with him, in that order.
"Dude! You didn't wait up for at the door!" Said Stan, being the first to catch up to Kyle.
"Obviously." Kenny caught up next, but just cause he was freakishly tall and skinny didn't mean he could run like a quarterback. Once he stuttered to a stop he bent over and out his hands on his knees as he took hoarse breaths, even unzipping his parka. He lifted his head and gave a quick gesture to the Broflivski brothers. "Hey Kyle— Hike —" Ike's name was mixed in with the greeting to save Kenny some breath, he then put his hand back on his knee as he continued to breath heavily. Stan shoots Ike a smile before turning back to Kyle. "Dude, what's up? You've never left us hanging before." Kyle sighed as he out his hands in his pockets and turned back to his brother. "You don't have to stick around, Ike. If mom asks just tell her I'm with Stan." Ike nodded. "Alright, but you're helping me with Pre-Algebra whenever you get home, no excuses!"
Kyle gave an exasperated sigh and a small smile. "No excuses, yeah, I get it."
They shared a wave before Kyle turned back to— Cartman dragging his feet a few yards behind the three boys. He rolled his eyes at the sight, before Stan called his attention back. "Kyle you can't still be glooming over Yvette," hearing her name still stung, at first Kyle would cringe, remembering the entire relationship like it was a flip book that took 4 seconds to get through. "I mean come on, she's completely fine! She's got a boyfriend now and everything!" Kyle's eyes widened. There was talk that Yvette was taking the breakup much better than him, yeah, but he didn't think— "How did you find out?" He didn't even think of the sentence before it just shoot out of his mouth. "Wendy, dude, she keeps me updated on ALL the drama."
"I thought you two were on break?" Said Kenny, looking at Stan as he cracked his back, finally breathing normally again.
"We got back together during lunch and she spilled everything I missed." Cartman finally caught up, much in the shape that Kenny was in when he arrived, but of course he had to monologue, taking a breath after every few words.
"Kahl! Fuck you! You fucking— whew- hold on gimmie- gimmie a second." They all stared at Cartman before he continued. "Dirty jew! Don't you ever— make me run — a quarter mile again!!"
Kyle opened his mouth to speak before he was interrupted. "You bitch!"
"Are you done, fatass?" Cartman stood and took a few good breaths.
"Yeah, I'm finished now. Don't call me fat."
Kyle turned back to Stan. "I get that you guys care and don't want me depressed over.. Yvette anymore. But I have more important stuff to do besides have my friends be my therapists." Kenny cocked a brow as he zipped up his parka again. "Like what?" Kyle responded with mild annoyance. "I have to study for the chemistry midterm." Both Kenny and Cartman groaned and rolled their eyes. "Wait, Kyle—" Stan began, taking a step to his friend. "It was.. Nice talking to you guys." He glanced at the side walk before looking back at them. "I'll see you on Monday." He turned heel and started walking home, leaving the blond, brunet, and ravenete behind. After a few seconds, Cartman spoke up. "Holy fucking shit its Friday."