Love the way you lie chpt 1

Love the Way you Lie
Chapter One


"Shut the fuck up, Fatass," I said as I walked to the bus stop next to my rival; my enemy; my crush. Cartman shoved me playfully and we met up with Stan and Kenny. They watched us as we walked closer towards them. "Hey, Stan," I said with a wide grin. He smiled at me and waved. "'Sup, Kenny?" I asked.

"Nothing, just standing here waiting for the bus," Kenny said. We all laughed at that.

Cartman stood close to Kenny, and I felt a little jealous since Cartman and Kenny were best friends like Stan and I. Though, I wonder if it was I who was 'his' best friend. I let out a small sigh and Stan placed his arm around my shoulders.

"Anything wrong, Kyle?" he asked me. I shook my head and smiled at him. He smiled back gently. "So, why you two guys late? You're always the first to the bus stop, Kyle," Stan asked.

I chuckled lightly. "I didn't want to go to the principal's office again because the fatass decides to play hooky, so I went to drag him out of bed," I said, pointing a finger at Cartman. Stan and Kenny laughed. Cartman just chuckled then turned his head away from the group.

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I looked over the math problem that sat upon the board. I knew Mr. Garrison wouldn't call on me, since I always got it right and he couldn't humiliate me, so he usually calls on the students who looked dazed. Which was usually, "Cartman, come and solve this problem," Mr. Garrison said.

Cartman grunted and stood then walked over to the board. He wrote the correct answer surprisingly. As he past my desk I whispered out to him, "Nice job, Eric," I said, calling him by his first name.

His desk sat directly behind mine. I heard him lean forward and he blew at my ear, "Thanks Jew,"

I giggled lightly. "Kyle, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mr. Garrison asked. I shook my head. He gave me a stern look then continued his lesson. Once Mr. Garrison turned around I quickly wrote a note for Cartman then I quickly passed it to him.

After Mr. Garrison turned back to the board a second time Cartman returned the note. We continued to pass the note back and forth…

Kyle: Meet me after class, Fatass
Cartman: Fine, Jew…but you'll owe me.
Kyle: How will I repay you?
Cartman: I have a couple of ideas –evil laugh-
Kyle: Dumbass
Cartman: Stupid Jew

After class was over Cartman stood by the door waiting for me. I smiled at him then quickly went to his side. "Okay Jew, what do you want?" he asked.

I turned away. "How did you get that answer right?" I asked, not really saying what I wanted to say. He chuckled. "What's so funny?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes. "Well, you called me out here and that's all you had to say? I don't really think that's what you wanted to say," he said. "Oh ya, you owe me double for making me wait for you, just so you could ask me a stupid question," he said,

I blushed lightly. "Okay, fine," I said. "I'll get you the money for that game you want," I said. "And, I'll get you a date with Wendy," I said.

He laughed. "Deal," he said. "Anyways, see you after school," he said, then left for his next class. I smiled gently as I watched him walk away.

I walked out to the busses as soon as Last hour was over. Cartman, Stan, and Kenny were already out on the busses. Why wouldn't they be, they have P.E last hour, while I have chemistry. I sat next to Stan, in the very back of the bus. Kenny and Cartman sat in front of us. Once again I felt the jealousy rise. Why couldn't I just accept Cartman not liking me? What if he likes Wendy? I don't care.

Stan's arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. "What's wrong, Kyle? You've been sighing since this morning," he asked, using a worried tone of voice.

I smiled at him. "Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine Stan, I'm just happy," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

I leaned closer to his ear. "Because, I have such a great best friend," I whispered. I looked at his face, it was bright red. He looked deep into my eyes, and then he began to lean closer to me. I felt his lips press against mine. I closed my eyes, imagining Cartman instead of Stan.

I heard laughing from Cartman and Kenny. Stan and I quickly pulled away and looked over at the laughing teens. Cartman looked hurt; I think I'm only imagining that. I punched Cartman's arm and he stopped laughing. "Stupid Jew fag," he said.

'Oh great, he added 'fag' to 'stupid Jew'' I sighed. "Shut up Cartman!" Stan yelled. "At least we don't like a stuck up bitch,"

Cartman became furious, "She's not a bitch! She's an awesome babe,"

Stan and I laughed. "Ya, we'll pretend to believe that," Stan said. He flipped us off then returned to his conversation with Kenny.

I looked out the window, watching every little thing that past the bus. Though, every little thing seemed to be only snow and an occasional tree or rock. Stan sighed and I turned to him. "What's wrong?" I asked. He chuckled.

"I sigh and you think that something is wrong?" he asked. I nodded shamelessly. "Now you know how I feel when you sigh," he said rubbing my thigh. A blush formed upon my cheeks. "Want to go over to my place? My parents are off in Vegas," he said. I nodded...