Chapter Eight

I'm jumping around with my stories writing them, you know it's pretty hard but I try. Oh and I just want to make sure everyone knows because I thought of this and was worried some people might get confused Kyle is the same as Kylie all her friends call her Kyle though its because it's easier you know? And her parents and people she just met call her Kylie. Kyle and Kylie will alternate around.

              {Kylie/Kyle's P.O.V}

Kenny and I hung out for the rest of lunch, I bought us both some snacks from the vending machine. Yeah Kenny's family is still on the poor side but, they've been doing a lot better then they used to. They don't have pop tarts for dinner anymore but its not much better.

I invite him over for dinner as much as I can so does Stan, and Cartman... well you know surprisingly he has gotten better. He shares his lunch with Kenny sometimes and has him over for dinner and spending the night. I would to but dinner is the only thing I can offer, considering my mom doesn't like me spending the night with the guys a lot. She's okay with it sometimes, mostly because she talks to all their parents about how worried she is that one of the boys will try something on me. Ahhh good old mom... Hah, sarcasm.

The bell rings, lunch is over and it's time for 5th period. 5th Period is the only class I don't have with Stan, Cartman or Kenny. But Butters is in it so that's a little better.

"Talk to you next hour Kenny." Kenny nods and goes to his class. Already having what I need for class I head towards the gym. I don't exactly need anything because it's PE, I do alright in it, but seriously hate it.

"Oh heya Kyle!" Butters shouts from the other side of the gym, I can't help but grin and wave back. "Hey Butters."

He's a sweet kid, I'm not going to lie. You can really only take so much of him though, but hey I rather be with him then Wendy. Speak of the devil, here she comes. It's kinda funny how much she trys to cause an 'accident' with me. She will try to no end, no matter the activity she will try to get me injuried somehow. Sometime her attempts are more obvious then other times but she fails almost every time especially when the class is playing basketball, god she sucks at it. She's good at Volleyball though, only because she's been on the team for years.

The class has its normal activities, warm up, go run the track a couple times, come in and play whatever boring activity we happen to be doing. Today it was Basketball, yay! The one thing I enjoy, people don't like going against me because of how well I play.

"Team captains are Kylie and Wendy! Kylie you start out picking a person and we will alternate!" The PE teacher shouted. Why he picked Wendy to be team captain I haven't the faintest idea.

"Uh I'll take Craig." I pointed to Craig and he walked over to my side and high five. This goes on and Wendy choses all of her friends. And I chose mine the probelm is all of her side is girls that can't even play, and mines all the guys like Craig, Token, Butters, Clyde, and Jimmy.

No seriously Jimmy can play better then some of these girls, some of the girls don't even bother with trying. I can see why though, PE does suck.

We break off and start the game, everything's going fine until things get heated up. "Oh my god that is so not fair!!" Bebe whined.

"Hey its how you play the game, sorry if you don't like it." Clyde shoots back with his low kinda stuffy voice.

"But we had a clear shot and you just hit it out of my hand!" Red yells."I-Its called b-b-blocking." Jimmy speaks up.

"Wendy's team! Stop complaining and keep playing you still have 30 minutes left of class!" They sighed and bitched more but agreed none the less.

"Alright Wendy check with Kylie." I stood in front of her behind the line. "What's that?" She asks "Pass the ball to her and she will pass it back, then you make you move. You can pass it to your teammate or try to make a shot." Craig explained. No one noticed Wendy evil smirk except me. "Pass it? Ok." I had my hands down ready for her to bounce it down.

Instead she threw it strait at my face... Really hard. No time to react the ball collides with my nose, and my head throws back from force. "GAH FUCK!!" I clutch my nose as blood pours our from it. "Hahaha look at her!" Wendy laughs.

"Dude!" Craig yells and runs over. Token, Butters and Jimmy walk over while the other guys on out team don't know what to do. "Oh my gosh, Kyle are you ok?!" Butters voice quivers in panic. "Yeah, I knew she couldn't play sports well except Volleyball but I didn't know the bitch was that dumb." I'm mumbled.

It seems like she heard though. "What did you just say whore?" Wendy shouts angrily.

"Wendy! You're out of the game come here! Kylie go ahead to the nurse." Wendy huffs and walks to the our PE teacher Mr. Johnson but we all call him coach.

"D-Do you need a-a-any help t-to the nurses office K-K-K-Kyle?" I shake my head. "No I'm good thanks for asking though Jimmy." He nods and I walk out of the gym down the hallway to where our nurse is.

"Hey Jew what ar- Whoa, holy shit what happened to your nose?" I look over and see Cartman and his locker. "A fucking bitch named Wendy." He clenches his fist and growls.

"Of course, Stan need to keep his fucking dog on a leash." I chuckle."Yeah, you can say that again." He looks at me softly. "You need any help?" Oh my god why is he staring at me like that? He has this soft concerned look, he's definitely not helping with my current... conflicted feelings right now.

"Y-you want to help me? Hah that's funny Cartman."

He grumbles and a light blush spreads across his face, holy crap he looks adorable. "Do you accept my fucking help or not jew?" I blush but its not noticeable because oh yeah, MY NOSE IS GUSHING BLOOD. "If you want.." I mumble.

He sighs and walks over and instantly picks me up bridal style. "What the hell are you doing Cartman?!" I yell flushing red. "Taking you to the nurse, what else Jew?"

Not saying anything else the walk to the nurse was very awkward, at least for me it was.

Finally we reached the nurses office and Cartman put me down on a bed. "Oh what happened here?" She asked. "A basketball was thrown at my face..."

The nurse nods and gets some paper towels. "Sweetie can you write her name down on that sheet right there and put the date and time to please. Cartman nodded and walked over to her clipboard at her desk, as the nurse wipes the blood away.

{Cartman's P.O.V}

Kylie Broflovski. I write the date and time nest to it along with her injury, I was silently fuming. "Thank you hon, you can go back to class now." I nod and take one last glance at the redheads bloody nose, and I internally cringe. As I'm at the door I hear a soft voice that's not the nurses voice. "H-Hey Cartman, thanks for bringing me here." I turn around and look at her. She's smiling at me softly, fuck she's so beautiful. She's giving me yet another genuine smile, my second one today. I don't know what the hell I did to deserve two in one day, but I can't get any happier.

"No problem Kyle." I walk out of the room and walk slowly to class trying to waste time.

Stan's going to get an earful, this is finally case and point that his bullshit dance around with Kyle and Wendy is getting serious. I'm not going to tolerate some skank hurting her just because Stan can't get the fuck over himself. I scowl and contiue down the hallway.

Truth is I never hated Kyle, I picked on her because I liked her. The stupid hippie was right, I was in that be mean to the things you love stage, but for the fucking life of me I don't know why I didn't stop. Maybe it's because deep down I knew she would never like me back, so I thought I would have to keep up my charade of hating her.

I've done a lot of fucked up thing in my life. I know I have problems, hell they used to be worse, but my mom finally got me some actual therapy. Thank god she did.

My thoughts wonder back to Stan.

"I'm going to fucking kill that hippie." I mumble darkly. Or maybe not kill him, just beat him up enough, he needs to see the errors in his ways and how they affect people. Not just Kyle and her nose but also hearing him bitch and moan about his slut breaking up with him, that shit got really tiring like 5 years ago.

Sighing I open the door to my class. "Ah Mr. Cartman so glad you could come back to class."

Yep this is going to be a long rest of the day.

Ahhh hello guys, another chapter that took forever to write is here!! Hope you enjoyed it, peace out.

Hollister-me~~~