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' ' 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? ' '
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵..
Craig asks Kyle to dance.
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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗞𝗬𝗟𝗘 was sitting alone, sad, and tired on the bleachers with a red cup in hand that was probably spiked with alcohol, he sighed and took a sip of the spiked punch and looked at the happy couples kissing and dancing with each other, he never felt so lonely and sad, God he hated prom.
He always spent every prom alone and cried in his room late at night. He never had a date for prom, or when he did, they ended up ditching him for someone else, fuck even that fatass Cartman had a better prom night than him. It wasn't fucking fair.
Kyle sniffed as a small tear rolled down his pale cheek; he sighed, took a gulp of the spiked punch, crushed the red cup, and let it fall on the ground. He signed and rubbed his face and stood up, walked towards the punch table, and served himself another cup of the punch.
"Slow down on the punch," a monotone voice spoke from the side of Kyle, "Ah! what the fuck?!" Kyle yelped as he looked to his side, seeing nonother than Craig Tucker, "I said slow down on the punch; this is your what third? Fourth?" Craig said, raising an eyebrow. Kyle rolled his eyes and took his cup to his lip, taking a sip.
