Bunny: Chap. 6

I'd grown up on sex, drugs, and alcohol. It had never been a big deal for me until now. I felt bad being drunk or high around Butters. I mean, he was so protective when it came to the kinda stuff. He actually cried once because I had a hangover. Then when I tried to talk to him about it, he kept going on over how he didn't want me to die. So of course from that day on, I had to be careful around Butters. I guess it was kinda a good thing that my little boyfriend was making me healthier. Boyfriend. God that word made me shiver. I mean, I wouldn't give up Butters for anything, but I hated to think that I could be bi... Or even worse; gay.

I went home that day after breakfast with his family, but I came right back over for dinner and ended up spending the night again even though it was a school night. All I really had to do was promise that we'd go to bed at ten. Anyways, over nighters turned into days, days turned into weeks, and before I knew it I hadn't been "under the influence" in a month. It was a big deal for me. I was so amazed and some how even proud of myself. I mean, I still smoked the cancer sticks, but only because I told Butters that he needed to take it easy on the demands.

No one at school knew how much time I spent with Butters. ('Cept Kyle. He was probably my best friend. I told him everything. And I mean everything...) I didn't care though because when I was with Butters, I felt safe... And like, complete. I know how lame that sounds, but I'm serious. On one hand, I didn't really care if anyone knew that I was dating Butters, it was a fact that I was dating a boy that I was trying to keep a secret. Trying being the keyword here....

School had been over for about an hour now and I was sitting outside waiting for Butters to get done with some smart kid extra shit. I mean, I was proud that my Butters was doing so well in school, but I really just wanted to talk to him. I just wanted to him to hold me. And talked to me about nothing. He had the most soothing voice... It had been a long day. I sighed and looked down at my worn out sneakers. I pushed my shaggy, dirty-blond hair out of my eyes as I sighed and lit up a cigarette. I really did need Butters. I just couldn't stop thinking about the shit that had happened today.

There I was, sitting in the back row of retard math like I always did. Just another day when BAM! Our ass whole teacher has to leave for the day. Maybe someone died? I don't know. He didn't tell us. So. My classmates and I get shoved into the regular math class. First of all, what the fuck? Why would you send the retard math students to a class that was more excelled then them? Whatever. I guess it was just so we wouldn't be alone. It wasn't so bad at first. I sat next to Kyle, who was volunteering as a TA and he offered to help me out. He was normally in the smart kid class like Butters. Kyle was probably the smartest kid I knew. Anyways, the math teacher isn't sure with what he should be teaching now that the retards are in his class, so he goes to ask another teacher. His absence wasn't a good idea. There were a few kids talking to each other and some doing homework from other classes; nothing out of the ordinary. But of course, that all ended when Eric Cartmen decided it was time to pick on someone.
"Hey, Keeenny~" He cooed.
"What?" I groaned, knowing he was going to make fun of my family or something.
"Why you sittin' so close to ol' Jewykins? Is he your girlfriend or something?"
My face turned red with anger and embarrassment. I was sitting close to Kyle because we had been whispering about him helping me, but before I could open my mouth in defense, Kyle opened his.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Cartmen!" Retorted the ginger through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Kahl~. Do you have some sand in your vagina?"
The class laughed and Kyle slammed his hands down on the desk. "That's it!" He screamed as he launched at the chubby brunette. I quickly grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him back down to his chair. If I knew Cartmen, he'd press assault charges or something. Verbal attacking was the only thing I could let Kyle or myself do him, but neither of us said a word. We just sat there glaring at him. However, once I found my voice, I laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Cartmen. Is your dick so small that you have to accuse other people of being queer-os to make yourself feel like a man?" I asked him, smirk plastered on my face.
Eric shot me the sadistic kind of smile that only he could pull off.
"You sure you're not a queer-o, Keeenny?" He said. "You're little girlfriend Butters says otherwise..."
At that moment I lost it. I didn't care if he made fun of me for being poor, insulted my family, or even called me a 'queer-o', but he would not talk about Butters. I stood up slowly and looked him right in the eye. I wanted him to be scared of what I was going to do to him. I pounced on the fat lard and threw my fists as hard at Eric, hitting him wherever I could reach. Kyle, being the good friend he was, tried to pull me off 'em, but I was a lot stronger then Kyle. Everything was starting to blur. It was like I'd forgotten everything but the mere act of hitting Cartmen. I had to put him back in his place. Kyle told me later that my face was completely blank. I guess the math teacher is the one who had to drag me off of ol' Fartmen, but the next thing I remember is sitting in the principal's office and getting told that I couldn't come back to school for a week. I wasn't so excited about telling the Stotch's about this. I knew my own parents wouldn't give a fuck, but the Stotch's would be disappointed. And on top of that I knew Butters would be pissed too, but I had done it for him. Wasn't that a good reason? Of course, I wouldn't tell his parents the truth about why I did what I did, but I planed on telling Butters and asking him about what Eric had said.

Just as my thoughts were about to swallow me alive, the sound of a door opening made me stand up and flick my cigarette to the ground. A handful of kids came out from behind the school doors and they went their own ways, but the only two I cared about where Kyle and, of course, Butters. I walked over to them and smiled crookedly. Fakely. I was still pissed at Cartmen. Too pissed to really smile.
"How was class?" I asked them as we began to walk home. I took my boyfriend's hand in my own. Like I said, I'd already confessed to Kyle. It turned out he was gay like Butters. He had the hots for Stan. I always knew he did.  
"Fine." Kyle said nervously answering my question.
Butters didn't say anything. I looked down at him, but he wasn't looking back. In fact, he was looking at the ground. I stopped in my tracks and inhaled, my face shifting into an animalistic glare that was directed at Kyle. He looked up.
"W-What, dude?" He demanded looking away from me.
"You told him!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry! Some other kid told him first! All I was doing was trying to make sure he knew what really happened!" The Jewish boy defended.
Butters looked up at me for the first time, a sad, questioning look on his face. "Oh, stop it fellas." He pleaded. "Kenny, we can talk about it l-later." He stuttered. He was nervous. Was he... Afraid of something? Oh right... I forgot to stop looking like an psychopath serial killer. I softened my expression.
"Fine..." I sighed. "Sorry, Ky."
"Whatever, dude." He replied. "Its cool. I'm gonna just walk ahead so you guys can talk it out."
That was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Nothing good could come from this.