"Come on (y/n). You can't possibly think that you are gonna be alone forever." Bebe says.
"Well, that's what I plan on." I say.
She pouts.
"Craig?" She asks.
"No."
"Tweek?"
"Eh."
"Kyle?"
"Nah."
".....Kenny?" She asks.
I don't say anything.
"....No. he's a player. And a one night stand. If I'm gonna be in a relationship, I want it to be real." I reply.
"Well, you never know." She states.
I sigh.
"Think about it okay?" She asks. I nod.
She smiles and walks away.
(Kenny's pov)
'Was she looking over here?...'
'No. Why would she?'
"Kenny, you okay dude?" Stan asks, snapping me out of my daze.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I assure.
He nods once and goes back to talking about Wendy with Kyle, who I could tell wasn't enjoying the conversation.
"Aye! You staring at (y/n) kinny? You gonna buy a condom to protect yourself with when ya fuck her? Oh wait, your too poor to efford one!" Cartman mocks.
"Shut up fatass!" I snap.
"Aye! I'm not fat! I'm fluffy!" He argues.
I roll my eyes.
'What ever beefy chicken.'