Operation: KYLE

9

POW!

Cartman falls back, head hitting the ground. A few people scream at the blood coming from his nose, while others step back at the horrific scene. The people who weren't near started coming to us to witness the scene. While Butters was panicking while trying to wipe off the spit that came from Cartman's mouth, (I don't even think he saw the punch that William gave to him) me, Clyde and Token all look at him dumbfounded, mostly at his audacity to piss off the guy that was literally about to murder him, and look at him now. But it looks like William didn't hit him hard enough, since Cartman's still conscious, groaning. (Would I even call it conscious?) William sways his blood off his knuckles, then bends down. "That was a warning, dough boy. Next time you dare to piss me off, you're gonna get it." 'You're gonna get it', I mock internally, what is this, high school musical? Is that what he think this is, a scene where the jock shows the new kid who's boss? I then notice him staring at me and Clyde, Token and Butters. Shit. He stands up and walks up to us. SHIT.

He pats my right shoulder, then squeezing it tightly. I wince at the pain. He comes close to my ear and whispers that'll give me nightmares for days. "And you're next, sweetie." He whispers. I stand there completely still, questioning (more like screaming) to myself why he would call me 'sweetie', but mostly afraid for my life on what he would do to me, would he punch me like he did to Cartman? Or worse if he's in a bad mood? Shit, are we gonna be his lunching bag for the rest of the school year?! He grins smugly, then hits me with his elbow as he turns to his heels. People start making a way for him, still afraid of him, but I glare at him. Once he was out of sight, we kneel down at him.

"Jesus Christ, dude– what the hell was that?!" Stan rushes in through the crowd with a concerned face. "We saw the whole thing– excuse me." Kenny comes in as he bumps into a few people who were surrounding us. "That was hell of an audience. And it wasn't a g-g-good k-kind, either." Jimmy strolls in. "We're so screeewwed...!"Clyde frankly cries. "That wasn't cool at all." Token sighs as he holds back to punch him since he already gotten a beating from our future hell of a nightmare. "W-why'd you have to drag us into this, Eric?" Butters asks with a damped tissue on his face, probably found one on the ground out of agitation. Cartman groans out of pain as he puts an arm on his eyes to block the light on the ceiling. I sigh, looking at him with pity and a bit of annoyance. I decide to 'forgive' him since my mom wanted me to be the bigger person. I know it's a little bit out of character for me, knowing myself, I would've killed him but just looking at him is just... sad. Embarrassing. Lame. H̶i̶l̶a̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶.̶

"You okay there, Cartman?" I eventually ask. He goes silent, he pulls his arm off his eyes and meets my eyes with a pained look on his face, that I couldn't really read, then grunts. I irk at the pitiful sight of him. "I'm gonna kill him." Token mutters. "Let's not." Stan comments. Cartman groans, then gives us the middle finger. "...Okay, let's kill him."

–♡–

A small piece of paper lands on my desk as I write down the things we were supposed to copy. I raise an eyebrow, and look up. No one looked at him, they were either looking at the whiteboard or just doing something else, like doodling or on their phone, hidden. I look back at the piece of paper to see it was folded. I grab it and open it up.

'r u okay?' It said.

Weird. I thought. I checked again to see who threw this at me, then I saw Isaac nervously looking around the classroom, then looking at me. He awkwardly waves (?) at me. Oh. I give a small smile to reassure him and wrote back, 'yea, thx'. I folded it back to its original shape and flick it across to Isaac's desk. It lands on his arm, he looks down at it then at me. He turns his head back and opens the paper. He sighs, and then, what it looks like, smiles. He starts to write in the paper, glancing back and forth at the teacher. He crumbles the paper quietly then flicks it back at me. No one seems to notice since they're doing their own stuff, even the teacher. I carefully open the note and read it. 'That's good :) can I ask what's ur name?' Does he wants us to introduce ourselves? I write back. 'Kyle Broflovski, urs?' I fold the paper and flick it to him. And repeat.

'nice to meet you, Kyle :D u can call me isaac. How old are you?'
'Hey, Isaac. And we're in the same class, lol? So we must be the same age'
'oh yea lol XD'

He draws a lot of expressions for a shy person. He must be pretty artistic. I look over to him, seeing him drawing something. I could tell, since the way he's moving the pencil is more 'shapey', I don't know how to explain it. I thought about what I should reply back, then I remember his incidents with William. 'But more like, are you okay?' I fold the paper, then throw it back to him. He sees it, and opens it. His face drops into an expression I can't really explain. Is it just me, or did he just flinch? He bites his lip, then picks up the pencil and holds it tightly. Is he deciding whether to answer it? I see him writing back something, then carefully flick it back to me. It lands on my arm, and I open it. 'I'm not sure what you mean lmao' I twitch an eyebrow.

'I've seen you back at the lunch room. It looked like that William kid was forcing you to eat sum disgusting shit, and also a few days ago at gym class. I saw ur arm.'
'Oh yeah uh of course u did see that. Srry about that'
'No, don't apologize for that. Do you still do, y'know that?'
'No, of course not'
'Right, crap srry, that was nosy of me, (that's good tho)'
'No, its alright, sorry again'

He does sure say sorry a lot.

'No, it's my ba'

The bell rings as I write the last words down. I snuck a small glimpse at him again, only to see him staring at me, then panickly looking away. He stands up, packs his things, and rushes out the door before anyone else can. He must really wanna go home. I don't blame him, though, after what he's been through these last couple of days. I put my papers in my binder as well, and shove it into my bag. As I walk out the classroom, I see Isaac already miles (okay, maybe that's an exaggeration) away from me. As I was about to chase him, I felt an arm around my shoulder. "Does he need to take a shit or something?" Judging by the obnoxiousness in his voice, it's gotta be, "Cartman." His nose was all bandaged up and shit, so it was making his words hard to comprehend, but he was completely unbothered by it. "Don't touch me." I grumble, gripping his arm away from my shoulder.

His eyes nonchalantly look away from Isaac rushing off, then looks at me, completely ignoring my demand. "What are you doing after school today? 'You have any plans?" "Don't-" "Let's hang-" "–touch-" "–out-" "–me." He gets closer to almost actually hugging me while I try to slap his hand away, him completely ignoring my personal space. "C'mon! We haven't hung out together in ages! Let's take the broship to the next level, huh?" He lies through his teeth. I sigh. "Cartman, for the last time, I don't have any 'Jew Gold' on me-" "Aha! So the fact you exactly knew what I was talking about proves it!" He grins, pointing his chubby fingers at me. Ugh. "Oh, h-hey, Eric!" We both turn around to see Butters behind us, confusingly smiling as he has a skate– no, longboard on his arm. "I didn't know y-you were coming with us. Are you gonna tag along?" Ah, right. I forgot that we were gonna hang out. He was supposed to teach me how to skate...? Cartman looks confusedly laughs a little. "Heh– what?" He looks at Butters and I back and forth. "Where are you two going? What– going on a little date?" He mockingly laughs. Butters goes red. "W-what?! No, of course not-!" He sways his hands repeatedly, like he's being accused for breaking a law. He does steal once in a while, though. I shake my head tiredly. "Even if we were, he wouldn't invite you, stupid."

Cartman snorts, dismissing my diss. "Yeah, yeah, you butt fucker. I figured." He then glares at Butters who was startled at that. The fatass clicks his tongue, then he brushes us off rudely by hitting us in the shoulders as he leaves. "Fuckin' f*gs." I clearly hear him whisper. I furrow my eyebrow as he walks away. Is he doing this on purpose? I twitch. I hear Butters clear his throat. I turn my head to him, he was bashfully looking at the ground then at me. "L-let's get going, shall we?"  He smiles embarrassed. Looks like he's still surprised at that fatass's remark. I give him a small smile back. "Yeah." He leads the way as I follow him from behind. As we got outside of the school, he puts himself on his longboard. Of course, he notices me staring at him. He gives me a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I-I'm a pro at this-!" He says as he goes down the– stairs?! "Wait, Butters-!" He does a flip with his board as he was still in the air before he was at the ground. It caught some of the people's attention, looking surprised. He gets embarrassed again, and mutters 'sorry', while I look at him dumbfounded. A pro, huh?