Chapter Nine

Eyyy I noticed this book is getting good views. I'm not gonna lie, I fangirled a little....

                [Cartman's P.O.V]

The rest of the hour dragged on but eventually it ended. 6th hour was next which ment last hour with everyone. Yes that class has practically everyone in it from 4th grade, the more you think of it the funnier it gets, because our teacher seats us alphabetically. So I have to sit by the Jew... I suppose its not that bad.

I walk over to Kenny who was leaning against some lockers. "Ey Cartman. Did you see what happened to Kyle's nose?" I growl lightly and Kenny smirks. This boy has some 6th sense or something, I never told him how I feel about Kyle, he literally just knew, and it's a bit freaky. "Yeah, Stan and his bitch are going to get an earful..." I crack my knuckles at the idea of me knocking that bitch on her ass and kicking Stan right in the balls. Kenny sighs as I daydream. "You know Cartman it's not all Stans fault..." I sigh and scratch my head.

"Yeah well he plays a big part, in this... I just... ugh!" This pisses me off, the fact that I can't comprehend my emotions. It's like my brain is bashing itself in my skull. Whenever I see Kyle.. I just... I don't know she just. I've spent my whole life pretending to hate her, I tried convincing myself that it was hate but I knew deep down it wasn't.

It's why I saved her and her 'loving' family, from that smug storm. It's why I broke inside when I thought she died from that whole imagination land thing, looking back at my 9 year old self at the time I thought it was because I wanted her to suck my balls, Hah that stupid agreement... But when she stopped breathing... and they said it was to late, that she was dead.

I just, I just lost it. There was also the time where she saved me from the jewpracabra.  I didn't understand how I got home that night and I didn't know where that blanket was from, I just knew that it smelled so good. It was so calming and it made me happy. It wasn't till a year later I was pondering on the though and it fucking hit me like a ton of bricks. Kyle. The smell... it was Kyle, that blanket was always at the foot of her bed.

I still have that blanket, and I wrap myself in it when I'm sad. It may sound childish, but on nights when my mom would bring home guys or when she would go out. I would bring out the blanket, turn on some music, whether it was to drown out the awful sounds of my mom selling her body or just to give me something to listen too and not have silence. Some nights were worse than others. Anyway let's continue my trip down memory lane.

The time when we got stuck in that cave because of Algore. God it was the worst, I was so stupid as a kid and I regret most things I've ever said or done, but that's something I will never admit.

When we were stuck in that cave there was a point where I found, what I thought at the time was treasure. I regrouped with everyone and and claimed I didn't find anything, we decided to rest for awhile. They did, I didn't. No because I was infatuated with the thought of all that pirate loot, it cracks me up thinking to my old self and how I thought. Yes here's the cringe part, I thought that the way to sneak all to gold out, was to eat it. Yes to eat it then puke it out later and use it. It was one of the worst pains I have ever experienced in my life, I could have died from it. In fact I almost did die and I would have took Kyle with me.

~~~~small flashback... jk it's not small :3~~~~

"Cartman! You need to keep swimming! Kick or something!" I could barely move, the gold was making me way to heavy and bloated. I felt like I was gonna explode, but it will all be worth it later. "No I can't! You just have to keep swhimmign!" My words are getting muffled by water. The cave is flooding with rushing and violent water, Stan and Kenny already made it to a rock, they stood there calling out for us to hurry. I couldn't swim due to my exhausted state.

"Nnyh! P-Please Cartman! I'm not strong enough to keep us afloat, I need you!"

I need you. Her voice is in panic and gurgling from the water. I feel slightly guilty, only slightly. I mean she's my worst enemy why should I care what happens to her?

Wait, why is she trying to save me in the first place? I feel her digging her nails into my arm. I only now feel it, I only now realize how much she really is trying. I mean she's a small little jew twig and she's trying to save me, someone who has swalloed multiple pounds of gold, and was already a buff big awesome dude.

Shit, she's the only thing keeping me from drowning. Why? Why the hell is she helping me, I mean I'm not complaining I don't really want to die yet but still shouldn't she be happy to let me drown? Something isn't right here, she probably will think I will give her money for saving me. Yes that's why, it's because she's a greedy jew!!!

"KYLE!" Stans voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Crap I need to do something. "Ah! *gurgle* ngh, no!" SHIT, shit, shIT! I hear a sharp gasp from Kyle, and I know we're sinking. No this can't end like this! I want my gold! A gut wrenching splashing sound is made and Kyle goes under, followed along with me. Why did she go down first? Was she really putting that much effort into keeping me above water? Opening my eyes see darkness with a tinge of blue, the only light is very faint and that's from the surface, which was getting farther and farther away. Noticing Kyle's still strong grip on me, I was fully expecting the Jew to let go and swim to the surface leaving me to sink to the bottom. But as the seconds went by her grip never faulterd, she never let me go. It's dim down here, quite too. It would be very calming if we weren't in the situation we were in.

Kyle moves in front of me, I barely see her figure in the darkness. She's pulling on me trying to lift me but she just can't. I would more scared if I wasn't so physically tired and sick from the stupid gold. Fuck this gold isn't worth it if Kyle and I die here, no matter how much I may hate her I don't want her to die like this. I'm going to die to! We're going to die because I swallowed to much gold, hah not how I thought I would die, I was supposed to be a super badass legend and have everyone love me and die a peaceful death.

But no, I'm going to die a dumbass who swallowed gold and caused himself and his friend to drown. Speaking of Kyle. She looks so scared, she's panicking. Probably because she's losing air, I am to but I'm stationary and trying to be calm, she's trying to pull herself and someone's who's 3× her size. I can't help but feel sorry for her. I've already excepted the fact remorsefully that I'm going to die here. Why is she still trying? I want to tell her to just leave me here and stop making me pitty you, because you look like a kicked puppy.

The water is getting darker, that or its because I'm about to pass out. My lungs are burning from lack of air, it's almost unbearable. I just want to get this over with. Kyle's face twists in pain gradually, she's out of air.

After a few painful seconds she let's out the air she was holding, small bubbles escape her mouth. I'm about to pass out, I can feel it. In my last seconds I feel Kyle wrap her arms around me as if she's trying to pull us up again. But instead she just... Comes closer and puts her head in my neck and her legs around my waist.

She's giving up, and just holding onto me as we die. Normally I would object and push her away, but this clearly isn't under normal circumstances. This is death.

Images of my friends and my mom flash in my head, so this is what it's like to have your life flash before your eyes? Well they suck but hell I'll fucking miss them. My memories now are on Kyle, the redheaded jew who happens to be my arch rival. The girl who has matched me in my game, the one who I can count on to challenge me. She truly is my equal even though I'll never admit it, but I see her as my closest friend. There's Kenny but its different with Kyle, it's hard to explain. But she infuriates me to no end sometimes,  I'm sure the feelings mutual.

I can't help but feel a strong connection, even if it is through hate, we share something that I can't explain. Now of course irony is a bitch, and now my final moments is with her. Kyle. And she's holding me close as if I'm her best friend. Maybe she just wants comfort? Who knows, but I don't mind.

In fact I'm glad it's with her it's nice to feel like I'm not alone for once. All my life I never had a dad, my mom is a whore, and my friends treat me like shit sometimes. I return the favor of course. But right now... in this moment. I don't feel alone anymore, I'm not going to die alone like I have always feared. No I'm going to die with her the girl who has inspired me to keep going. To keep living, even though I hate my life. I'm not going to lie, I hate living, I thought it was pointless. And it wouldn't matter if I were to die or not... But then I realized I can't die, who's going to piss the Jew off? Who's going to keep up my legacy? Yes all of these things, there why I can't die yet. I wasn't about to let a Kyle off that easily. Hah but all of that doesn't matter now. With my last strength I lift my arms as much as I could and I wrap them around the Jew who was clinging to me. I'm gonna die.... but not alone.

The last thing I heard was a loud sound. But it was muffled by water. Almost as if the water was rushing somewhere... but.. I can't stay awake... anymore...

~~~~~ End of flashback~~~~~~

"Cartman!" Kenny's shout finally brought me from my thoughts. "Wha? Oh shit." The halls are empty. "Yeah dipfuck were gonna be late because of your dumbass, what were you day dreaming of sucking face with Kyle or something?" My face burns.

As Kenny laughs and runs down the hall to our class. "Hey fuck you poor boy!" I run after him, damn him.

We reach the class and we run in right as the bell rings. Can't get more on time then that. Everyone's already sitting down, and my eyes wonder to the only redhead in the room. She's sitting there with a tierd look as she holds an ice pack to her nose. A surge of anger hits me when I look at her nose, it's bruised badly. I always told her she had an ugly jew nose, god that was such a lie. It's something I love about her. It fits her face perfectly, it's like her face was sculpted by- alright I need to shut up.

I look a row back and a few desks over and see Stan, my fist clenches absentmindedly. He looks angry, and upset, while Wendy looks smug as fucking ever.

"Ah Mr. Cartman, Mr. McCormick. Right in the nick of time. Now please take your seats." Our teacher Mr. Rowen was the history teacher. One of the few teachers who likes me because of how well I do in this class.

Kenny sits in his spot which is next to Tweek and I sit next to Kyle. I look over to her and she looks at me also. She sends me a small smile that makes my insides roll over. I finally understand the phrase 'butterflies in your stomach'

I send her one right back and she grins before looking back to the front of class. With a faint smile I look back to the board where Mr. Rowen had written some questions down.

I can't wait to go home and relax, it's been a long day of bullshit... Maybe Kyle wants to come over and play a game or something.

"Alright these are some practice questions before the test, I hope you all are prepared." The normal groans and sighs erupt around the room. I sigh and open my note book to write down the questions.

The whole time ignoring the burning glare I'm getting to the back of my head from a certain 'someone'.

Wish it's 3 am... yea sleep should probably be something I should do... Wait that made no since crap, the tired rambles and spelling errors are setting in. Goodnight.

Hollister-mc~~~