Stars on Your Skin (kyman)

The Big Bang

I tend to act like a completely different person around people, than I actually am. When I'm around people I act confident and loud and assertive, but in reality I'm a big fucking wuss.

In reality, I really dont like myself. I hate seeing other people at the pool because I realize I'm actually scarily thin (people actually have asked if I starve myself, I swear I dont!), I also hate going to the beach or anywhere else thats even mildly considered a warm, hot, sunny place to go to during the summer because I always end up getting a sun burn and.....my freckles pop out.

I hate my freckles. Like really, really, hate them. They are the constant reminder (besides my red hair), that I'm a ginger. And I fucking hate being a ginger. Especially since the person I like fucking despises them with a passion. He talks about them like they're some type of evil monsters, and he totally sees them as exactly that. I just wish I had the courage to hang out around him, but recently I just can't bring myself to it.

Especially since I just came back from vacation and I got the worst fucking sunburn. And you know what that means, my freckles are back. Ever since I got back, I've been ignoring him and I even tried to fake being sick so I wouldn't have to go to school, but my mom's a bitch and sees right through me. But, at school I try to avoid him everywhere. I swerve in the hallways, eat at a different lunch table, and I've even abandoned my green hat for a full on hoodie that practically covers my whole face.

I'm really a pussy.

No one really noticed that I stopped talking to him completely till only a few hours ago.

It was still school, 6th period science, and the teacher just requested us to give him our homework for him to grade while we practice for our test tomorrow when Cartman taps me on the shoulder.

"Can I copy your homework answers real quick?"

"What?"

"Please Jew!"

"Uhm...,no..."

"What! Why the fuck not!"

"Because I dont want to give you them..."

"What the fucking hell dude, it's just a quick favor! You dont have to be such a dick. If you dont gimme that homework right now I'm going to beat your ass, I can't fucking get a fail for homework 6 weeks in a row!"

I took his blank homework and a smile pops up on his face. Sike Cartman ha, I put my head down to make sure he doesn't see my face and I brought the completely blank paper to the science teachers desk.

I came back to my seat, crossed my arms, and then I kind of glanced at Cartmans face.

He was pissed.

"You're getting it now fuckwad."

And now we're here. With me trying to get out of 9th period as fast as I can and go back home. It's not that I'm scared to fight Cartman, honestly I could beat him up in a flat second, but if I fight him, he's going to end up seeing my face. And I do not want him to see my ugly ass freckled face.

The bell finally rings and I'm out of there. I speed walk to my locker to put my stuff away to get away from him, but I end up doing the exact opposite in the process.

"You kept me waiting princess, what's the rush? You wanna leave? Well, it's not happening. I have detention for a week and a failing grade in bio because of your homework slip up and now you're going to pay." He says leaning up against my locker.

He cracks his knuckles, trying to be intimidating, but he ends up failing and hurts himself in the process.

He's so clumsy and adorable, I can't wait till I can beat him u-
Oh wait. Can't let him see my face.
I look down at my toes instead of talking back like usual. I can tell he's surprised I'm not fighting back.

"Whats wrong Jew? Cat got ya tongue? I understand, I know it takes a while to process all of this hot-ness. Lets see how long it takes you to process this though"

My heads still down, but I can still tell he's grinning. Than, all of sudden I feel something hard and pudgy hit my arm. I slam against the rows of lockers. At this point people are staring and starting to crowd.

"Kyle? Come on dude! Beat his fatass!"

Stan?

"Yeah Kyle! Fuck em up!"

I can tell that was Craig because of the nasally accent. I wish I could admit why I can't fight, but it's way too fucking embarrassing. I can't tell anyone I like Cartman, not even Stan.

Cartman stands there waiting for me to do something, but I just continue to say nothing and do nothing.

I can see that everyone is confused on why I'm not doing anything or even getting a little bit mad.

"Wow Kahl, you're just gonna give up, HA, you didn't even get one hit in!"

"yeah...."

Cartmans sinister smile fades and he just looks kind of...bored.

"Whatever, this was a waste of my time. I have more important things to do than beat this wimp up" Cartman scoffs, and pushes his way through the the crowd of confused people.

"Kyle what was that! You did nothing!"

"Yeah, yeah, Stan. I know. I'm just gonna go home now. Get out of my way..." I pull the strings of my hoodie to cover my face again.

Well, Cartman maybe an idiot, but he did get one thing right. I am a wimp.