Really short chapter
"You fucking fatass!" I pinned Cartman against the lockers right after class. "Is this some type of joke?!"
"What the hell are you talking about jew?!" Cartman tried to push me away, but I am stronger than I look.
"Give me your phone!" I try to take his phone out of his hands, but he drops it and kicks it to Kenny. "Kenny see the last message that was sent to him."
Kenny picked up the phone. "Thanks for the great night. I'll send the money to you later." Kenny read the message. I took the phone from him, and looked at the message. He didn't even have the school blog app. So Here2Help isn't him? Oh shit.
Cartman rips the phone out of my hand. "Cartman are you a-"
"Shut up Stan." I cut the raven haired boy off. "Look Cartman I-" He cuts me off by punching me.
"Don't ever talk to me again Kyle." Cartman walked away. He said my name correctly. He must really mean it.
Stan and Kenny looked at me then Cartman. Did I just make a really big mistake? Yes. Yes I did.
Cartman's POV
You know those little things that get you down each day? I have those, but they are not so little actually.
After getting my phone back I ran down the hall, to the gym, and into the boys' locker room. I felt the tears go down my cheeks. I wiped them away as I heard footsteps. "Oh Cartman." I hugged my knees when I heard the person speak coldly.
"Go away." The person walked closer to me. The Star of David necklace hung from their pants pocket. I didn't look up to see their face. I knew who it was.
"Don't go near him again." The person kicked me, and threw fifty bucks at me. "Don't even talk to him." The person kicks me again before leaving.
I watched as their feet left the room. I picked my phone up, and put the money in my pocket. I unlocked my phone, and downloaded the school blog app again.
Username: Here2Help
Password: Kyle
I looked at my messages.
Five messages from GayGreen
One message from ProudlyPan
I sighed. I opened Kyle's messages.
GayGreen: Who are you?
GayGreen: If you're not Catman then who are you? I really want to figure you out. You're the one writing the letters right? Tell me why do you think I will hate you?
Me: Sorry Kyle
I looked at Kenny's message next.
ProudlyPan: We. Need. To. Talk. NOW!
I sent him a quick message that I was going to skip the rest of the day, and go home. I turn my phone off before I could get another text.
I just want to fucking die right now.