South Park Fanfic

Chapter 1

-Kyman-

Hey this is my first South Park fanfic and I'm a huge Kyman shipper ;) so if you don't like it then byee. I'm not a very good updater but I'll continue this story if I get reviews/favorites that tell me whether or not you readers are enjoying it/want more! I hope you guys like. Rated T for language, sexual themes, and well… Cartman -,-'

There will be no fooling around for the next four months. Do you understand me Bubbe? You have your SAT to study for. If you don't do well, your whole future as a lawyer will be thrown into the toilet. Just look at Ike. Don't you want to be like him? Already in college? What an amazing doctor he'll be one day. He's such a wonderful son, Kyle. I know you can make me almost as proud.

I stared at the ceiling, grinding my teeth together. Second best. It's not my fault I was born so ordinary. He's a prodigy, a genius, how can I compete with that? …Not that I wanted to.

I glanced over at the clock on my shelf. 4:34 am. Just fucking fantastic. My phone vibrated from under my pillow and I pulled it out. A text from Stan? At least it was a distraction from my sleeplessness.

U awake?

Kinda.

Dude this is the fourth night in a row u haven't slept. Wtf is wrong with u?

Home stuff. Moms getting worse cuz of test.

No I mean why cnt u sleep? Just close ur eyes and breathe. Not that hard.

Shut up dude.

Wanna sleep ovr tmmrw?

Hell yeah but Idk if she'll let me.

I'll get my mom to call ur mom and talk her into it. U need a break.

Thx

Np. I'm gunna pass out. Nite.

Nite dude.

I smiled to myself as I put down my phone. It was an extremely long week, and my mom's constant bitching was really driving me insane. This test wasn't going to determine whether or not I'd be successful in life. I didn't even want to be a lawyer. But she doesn't care. I closed my eyes and listened to myself breathe for a couple hours before I get any sort of sleep.

Shit shit shit shit shit! I'm late! I slept for the first time in four days and now I'm late! Damn it! I barely made it to the school before classes started after missing the bus. Stan sent me like ten messages but I didn't find time to answer them. I slid into my desk just before first period, getting a glare from our sophomore homeroom teacher, Mr. Prickclit. Stan seemed to sigh in relief when he saw me and I sunk into my seat fishing my books out of my bag. My chest was heavy and mouth was dry, not to mention my throat felt like it was on fire. I heard a snicker behind me.

"I didn't know Kikes changed colors." Cartman snorted, pointing at my extremely red face. I shot him a nasty glare.

"Fuck… off." I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.

"What happened Kyle?" Stan asked under his breath out of curiosity. I looked at Mr. Prickclit who was writing away on the board, discussing world history. I looked back at Stan with dark circles under my eyes.

"I finally fell asleep after 5 I think… Didn't hear my alarm." I replied. Kenny leaned forward in his seat and pulled down his hood.

"Dude you look like shit." He said with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course he does. Daywalkers aren't exactly marathon runners, Kinnnny." Cartman sneered smirking at me. "Everyone knows you need to have a soul in order to haul ass properly."

"Oh right like you know anything about running fatass." I retort. Cartman's eyebrows scrunch up in a really amusing way. I knew I ticked him off, but I was too out of it to care. Something didn't feel right to me… But I didn't know what.

"Shut up Kahl you fuckin jew rat. I'm not fat anymore!" Cartman spat. "Besides it's not my fault your stupid mom's bitchiness is rubbing off on you!"

"Cartman I'm not in the fucking mood for this right now," I started, but the teacher's eyes were burning into mine. I swallowed, shutting my mouth.

"Pay attention in my class Brovolovski. This is your first and only warning." Mr. Prickclit growled. Cartman snickered quietly, but stopped when he realized the teacher was looking at him. Once he turned back to the board, I started taking notes. I felt something hit the back of my head and saw it was a scrunched up piece of paper. Feeling my temper rise, I opened it hesitantly and read Cartman's handwriting.

Hah ur so pale Kyle ur getting more ginger by the fucking second stupid fucking ginger jew!

I growled under my breath and tore up the paper, trying to focus on the lesson. I felt spitballs hitting the back of my neck and tried my best to ignore them. Plink. Plink. Plink. At this point, I was trembling in rage. I heard Cartman whisper, "Jesus Kahl, calm down. Theres way too much sand in your vagi-"

"I DON'T HAVE SAND IN MY FUCKING VAGINA!" I screamed jumping up to face Cartman, my desk falling beneath me. My hands were balled into fists and I was absolutely seething. Cartman blinked twice at me, a little surprised at my loud outburst, but that surprise quickly turned into an amused smirk. God, I hated that fucking smirk. I felt the teacher's hand dig into my shoulder.

"Kyle Brovlovski and Eric Cartman. Principal. NOW." He growled. I didn't even flinch, I just shrugged off the teacher's hand and stomped out the door. I was so angry! The hallways were completely empty as I went into the staircase. I knew the fatass was behind me, but I didn't really care.

"You didn't have to make a scene Kahl!" Cartman whined. "I was just fucking kidding."

Almost at the top step, I paused trying to think of a response. I found it strange that I couldn't think of one, and even stranger that the room started to get darker with each blink.

"AY! Keep going you stupid jew I aint got all day!" Cartman snarled. I heard him, but his voice seemed more muffled than usual. I couldn't push away the feeling that I forgot something this morning. As I tried to look over my shoulder at Cartman, everything started spinning and a nauseating dizziness took over me. I gasped quietly. My insulin…

"Jew?" Cartman backed up a step as I felt my hand go limp and fall from the railing. My ears started to ring as my body swayed, and darkness overtook my vision. God damn it.