Rating: T

Pairings: Christophe x Kyle

Warnings: Nothing yet.

Author of Chapter: Donna of the Grey

Notes: This will be co-written with TehSmexyRamen. Why this pairing? Because there isn't nearly enough of it, and we felt we should add to the number of them out there. Next chapter will come out next week. Enjoy.

Prologue

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"WHAT!"

Such a word could not describe the shock and desperation that sixteen year old Kyle Broflovski was feeling at the time. It clearly showed as well. His bright emerald eyes were wide open and even his jaw had dropped open in surprise. He was sure if he let it hang any lower, it would fall off his face.

Of course, his mother took no notice as she moved hurriedly about the room, packing things into a suitcase. Pulling the closet doors open, she took some clothes and folded them neatly before setting them inside the case. After one final trip to and from the closet, she turned to her son.

Sheila sighed momentarily before she spoke up, "You heard me, bubee."

This snapped the red head out of his reverie and he dashed up to her side, grabbing her arm to both garner her attention and stop her from setting his shirt into the suitcase. He studied her for a second before he took a deep breath.

"What in the world for?"

She slammed the suitcase shut in a fluid motion and glared at her son coldly. Even her red lips turned into a grim line as her pale green eyes focused on him. In the light they look almost demonic.

"You know very well what!" Sheila's shrill voice shook as she headed towards the door and dumped the suitcase loudly on the floor. She marched back to Kyle in heavy furious steps and she leaned against him, jabbing him on the chest with one manicured finger. Kyle wince, knowing what was coming.

"Don't ask me mister!"

Kyle paused as she zipped up a navy blue sports bag angrily and began to shove some of his clothes inside; she didn't even bother to fold them.

"Is this . . . is this about Clyde's party?" He asked with a slightly hesitant voice.

Sheila briskly nodded and started tossing things into the sports bag. She sent another hard look at him. Her lips pursed before she spoke up, "Why, yes. It took you long enough."

"Mom, I swear, I didn't mean it!" Kyle responded defensively as realization dawned on him. He knew what she was talking about. After all, she had only made a big deal about it for the past two weeks.

"Is that right, Kyle?" Sheila snapped, "How could you not mean to canoodle with Kenny McKormick?"

Kyle mentally slapped himself. He'd have to say something way better than 'I didn't mean it' in order to get his mother to change her mind. His eyes scanned the room for anything to help him, or at least trigger a good enough excuse.

"I was drunk!" He blurted out, and soon quickly began to regret what he had said.

"And why, pray tell, would you be drinking?" Sheila barked, her face turning into a look of horror, rage, and disbelief. "You're not old enough to drink any alcoholic beverages, Kyle!" Her finger jabbed at his should accusingly.

"I . . ." He paused. He had no idea what to say. "They spiked the punch!"

She sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingers and she stared contemplatively at her son. "And what lovely friends you have. Why would you hang around with those types of . . . hooligans?"

"It was Clyde's cousin, mom! None of us knew."

"I don't care, Kyle. I really don't. And don't think badly about this. It's good for you."

"Does it have to be an all-boys private school? Don't you think you're overreacting?" Kyle asked with a slightly desperate voice. "I mean really, I just kissed Kenny. I don't like him! I like Rebecca, which is why she's my girlfriend!"

"Now, I know a boys' school would seem rather . . . ridiculous after your event with that McKormick boy, but the Principal is a good friend of mine and promised to keep a good eye on you."

"You're going to send me to a school so you can spy on me?" Kyle asked in disbelief. "I can't believe you, mom! You're keeping me from my friends and my . . . my girlfriend?"

Her cold pale eyes were focused on him again. "Kyle, you need to know discipline, and since that school has dormitories, they can enforce their students to follow the rules, which may I remind you, you need to learn."

"But—!"

"Besides, that Rebecca is clearly no good for you."

"Mooom!"

"Kyle, you're going, whether you like it or not!" With that, Sheila zipped the bag up and tossed it next to the suitcase. Kyle followed her out of the room and chased after her.

"But why can't I just stay at school?"

"The Principal's son is going to come and get you tomorrow." Sheila stated as she made her way to her room. She opened the door hastily and turned to look at her son, who was sporting a look of complete horror on his face.

"Tomorrow?" He shrieked loudly.

"Go away, Kyle!" Sheila snapped before she shut the door on his face with a grand slam. However, all he could do was stare at the door in front of him with a stupefied look.

He slowly turned, still surprised from their conversation. Kyle couldn't believe what she was doing. Just because he kissed . . . okay, made out with Kenny because he was drunk, she was going to send him to an all-boys' school? That made no sense.

Kyle sighed and slid down onto the floor desperately. "DAMN IT!"

"Kyle, keep your voice down and keep packing, mister!"

He growled to himself and through gritted teeth responded, "Yes, mom."

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