Stan's POV
It was too late for me to notice a girl walk right in front of me.
"Red?" I asked.
She looked like she just came from a beat up with all her wounds, and her tear struck face. But she had a brave and determined expression on.
Wait, does this mean Kyle really did something to her?
"I don't care what the fuck that bitch does to me. I'm FIXING this." She claimed as she suddenly dragged me away.
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"........Uh Red?"
".........."
"......Red..."
"........."
"Red."
"........."
"Red. What did Kyle do to you?"
She gave me a look of disbelief this time instead of just ignoring me.
"Wh- even you Stan?! You belive what those bitches say?!"
I gave her a look.
"Didn't Kyle do that to you?" I asked her.
Okay, here begins knowing the truth. I hope.
She answers me with a glare and just continues on dragging me off.
I could only grunt in response.
Who knew she had a hard grip.
"We're here" She breaths out.
"What are we doing here exactly?"
We were standing in front of computer lab, and she was incoding something unto one of the computers.
I heard a beep and she gestured at me to go closer.
"Okay, before I show you anything... I want you to know something."
I saw an expression that surprised me hard. She looked... remorseful.
Like she jut did something REALLY bad.
"O....kay? I won't do anything. I promise!" I tried to reassure her.
She only smiled at me sadly as an answer.
"Could you really say that after you see this though?"
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As Red was revealing the truth to Stan about his wrecked girlfriend, one particular ginger was still sniffling inside the clinic.
"Stupid... Stupid... heart!"
He weakly punches his chest as he tries to not sniffle anymore, failing miserably.
" *sniffle* If you don't stop liking Stan... *sniffle* Y-You might break me..."
Bebe had left already, saying she was gonna deal with Wendy.
Even though Kyle tried to force her not to, she somehow still ended up convincing him that she will do something about it.
Kyle's ears perk up when the doors open.
Revealing.... DavÃd.
But something was really wrong.
DavÃd... looked drunk...?
"Yep. We're going to do this again" DavÃd winks at him seductively, obviously drunk.
"O-Oh, no... you d-"
Kyle could just only blink on surprise when DavÃd is already in front of him and squeezing the life put of him.
"You knoooooow, I have an idea... hehehe"
Kyle tries to answer.
"W-Whaaa...."
"To make YOU distracted so you'll barely remember 'him' anymore."
DavÃd gently let's go of Kyle and backs up away, slowly.
"I don't unders-- *gasp*"
The jew's eyes widened when the male just rips his top off, showing off his glistening and sweaty... b-body parts.
Kyle shrieks.
"WTF?! Dude! Why the hell did you just do that?! WHY DID YOU RIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF?!"
DavÃd just winks to him as answer.
"I tooold you. Dissstraction!"
DavÃd groggily waltzes back to Kyle and grabs the ginger's hand and just, with no warning, starts rubbing it up and down his toned body.
"Ah fuck... your hands are so small and smooth.." DavÃd groans.
Kyle blinks at him.
'How is he saying those things so easily?!'
Kyle blushes furiously, trying to pry his hand off but he was just feeling too weak to do so.
"T-This feels weird! A-And wrong! DavÃd, you don't understand! You're drunk!" Kyle struggles from the grip but then gets tackled to the bed.
"SHUT UP!"
The sudden roar of the accent made Kyle flinch.
He felt the taller male grab his wrists so hard and fast, and before he even realized it, he was already pinned down the clinic bed.
'W-What the fuck is happening?!' He thought to himself as he stared at DavÃd w-who was... slowly taking of his(Kyle's) sweater.
"I am so.... fuuucking sick of this Kyle." The latino whispers right at his ear.
What?
What was he sick of?
Kyle's thoughts wandered away.
He's probably sick of me already.
He's probably sick of my bullshit.
He's sick of my whining.
He's sick about how I can't do anything.
He's sick... about me.
His thoughts were cut off when a pair of lips crashed on his.
"Mrghp?!" Kyle exclaims.
DavÃd was holding his face with his left hand, and still gripping his wrists with the right one.
'N-No...!' He thought to himself.
The Latino was asking for entrance, but hell if Kyle was gonna give it to him at his current state.
He shut his mouth tight at the tongue and closed his eyes on frustration.
"Fine? You don't want me to shove my tongue up your mouth? Well, who cares. I'll be shoving it up your ass anyway" The hovering figure grins at him.
Kyle froze as he realized how FUCKED he is right now.
'Why am I always getting the shitty part of the stick?' He complains to himself.
He was currently in a weak state getting pinned down by one of his friends, who was drunk mind you, and forcing him to make out with him. After he JUST lost his... ..... sorry. I can't say the word right now. Kyle is hurting too much to hear it
"Wait! DavÃd! You don't want this please stop!"
DavÃd had already taken off Kyle's shirt and had already started on gently kissing his chest... going down to his stomach... going back up... a-and then down...
"Oh but I dooo want this Kylee..."
A hot wet thing just suddenly engulfed his unsuspecting nipple which made him gasp as he covered his mouth in surprise.
His hands were useless right now.
They were hurting too much to fight back.
DavÃd even ignored the fact that Kyle had multiple bruises around the area of his stomach, and just licked them all as his tongue passed by them.
"Your skin is so smooth..."
The Latino whispers.
By this he had already stopped with the petty licking and went up a notch to... sucking.
Kyle gasped once more, in fear.
A weird twist had started accumulating his stomach and he knew this was a bad thing.
He wasn't suppose to respond on what's happening to him right now!
"Mmm...."
DavÃd's left hand had travelled down and down... reaching... Kyle's pants.
"I see you're enjoying this..." He grins wickedly and drunkily at Kyle.
Kyle didn't even realize it was too late.
He already did respond ago.
"Aha~ How cuteeee! He's enjoying me gently raping him....! Hahhahahahahah! I'm enjoying this toooo Kyle!"
His hand gets pulled down too, and now was getting rubbed up and down DavÃd's already hard crotch.
His eyes shrunk in fear.
The Latino once more presses their faces up together in a heated kiss, with one side going all up on kissing technique, while the other side was just frozen.
Kyle couldn't probably belive that his hand was on his friend's... thing.
And not on Stan's.
Ah shit.
I said his name.
Kyle smiled to himself weakly.
Even in THESE kind of situations... The one where I'll be the one getting hurt in end... somehow, my mind still ends up going back to him.
What the he'll is wrong with me?
Wake up Kyle!
He not going to save you anymore!
He doesn't care about you anymore!
He won't be there for you anymore!
Can't you just accept it?
YOU LOST STAN MARSH
And now, you're gonna get raped too.
You probably deserve it.
For being weak and getting in the way of Stan's life.
It's HIS life! NOT yours! You don't have to worry about him!
I'ts none of your business!!
So, as you now are about to give up, follow me! And save yourself!
You shouldn't save him anymore!
You shouldn't care about him anymore!
You... shouldn't be there for him anymore!
Please.. just listen to me...
You've suffered enough.
Just deal with it.
You will never be able to hear that laugh that gives you hat warm feeling inside, you will never see that magical smile that just melts you away, you will never hear that happy voice that brightens up your day all the time, and you will never ever feel that warm feeling of his figure as he hugs you in need.
Never.
It's all gone.
And know... I guess Kyle accepts it.
His maturity just seems to be giving a roadblock to his emotions.
*sniff* Y-Yea... He has accepted it...
He's not going to be sad anymore... *sniff*
He has... ........ *sob*
DavÃd suddenly stops trying to unbutton his jeans.
His eyes widening as he realize what he has done.
Shit. SHIT.
He had only snapped out of it when he felt the wet tears go down his hand who was supposedly groping Kyle's face hard.
"..........."
'Fuck! FUCK!'
Yeah he screwed up big time.
He may have just been the final blow on breaking the ginger.
And what a low blow he was too.
DavÃd didn't know what to do. He just stayed frozen on his spot on gripping Kyle's wrists
He looked around themselves
Both of them were topless, he could still remember why, and he could see that slight outline of drying saliva, EVERYWHERE on Kyle's pinkish chest.
"A-Ah... fuck. Kyle, I'm--"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING IN HERE?!"
Both of the people on the clinic bed shifter their gaze on the door, the door that was probably going to break down on how hard the person just came in shoved It.
Kyle's eyes widened, and DavÃd's lit up in and idea.
"Don't worry buddy I'll fix you guys up for ya..." He whispers down to ginger who's yes were still locked on the figure slowly walking up to them.
DavÃd bends down and hovers Kyle's lips again, making the ginger distracted.
'He's making Stan see this!!' Kyle yells mentally in panic, totally forgetting about his inner struggles earlier on forgetting Stan.
"Mm~ I'm going to fuck you up so hard, you'll forget ALL THE PAIN THAT PIECE OF SHIT HAS GIVEN YOU" DavÃd emphasizes the right parts of his wording, and glances back at Stan in his peripheral vision.
He saw on how Stan flinched back on his words, and looked down in hurt.
He suddenly also panicked when Stan just started to leave, making Kyle's face break down once more.
"Of course he wouldn't care... Gah! What am I even thinking! He'd not going to save me!" DavÃd could near everything Kyle was muttering to himself, and it hurt.
He was helping his... crush get back with someone that doesn't even deserve him. But his crush deserves the other latter.
His crush deserves to be happy.
And he know he's not the right one for the job.
So he yells once more.
"I'm gonna rip that virgin open! Now, open your legs up for m-"
A fist landed on his face.
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*Hmmmmm? Our Stan is back!! Whaaat?
Hehe.
Tbh, I was planning this scene to be with Kenny, cuz he was the one who was most likely go actually do this, but then I didn't want poor precious Butters to be sad so I chose good o'l DavÃd again.
It was okay, I guess.
It made you, the people see how both of them express n' shit in different situations.
Be sure to vote IF you liked the chapter! And if you didn't well... uh... This is awkward....
J-Just give me the good old blank.
XD
~Babai! ;)