The Poor and the Pretty: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Eleven

~Time Skip~

*Your P.O.V.*

I texted Kenny in the morning but didn't get a reply.   That was unusual, but I just brushed it off.  

I'll just see him at school.

I got to school and saw Stan, Kyle, and Cartman but no Kenny.

"Hey, have you guys seen Kenny?  He won't text me back," I asked with a slight panic.

They all gave me a questioning look.

"(Y/N), Kenny died yesterday," Stan slowly said.

My eyes widened as reality hit me.

He stayed.  He left me. 

I felt my eyes water, but I quickly hid it with a pained smile, "Oh, yes of course.  My mind- it must have slipped."

I nervously laughed before I left them.

Why would he do that to me?

"(Y/N)," a voice called as my arm was grabbed.

I whipped around to be pulled into a hug.

"It's alright," he hushed me.  "No one wants to believe it."

I felt another pair of arms wrap around us.

"We are here for you," Stan added.

"All of us," Cartman continued, joining the group hug.

"Oh hey, (Y/N)," a nasal voice greeted. 

I opened my eyes only to see the school's #1 douchebag standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry to hear about Kenny's death.  I know how much he meant to you," he tried to sympathize, "And, if you need anything, and I mean anything: a shoulder to cry on, late night cocoa, someone to fill that void-"

"Clyde, get lost.  She doesn't need shit from you," Cartman cut him off.

Everyone was shocked by Eric's sudden niceness.

Clyde rolled his eyes, "I wasn't talking to you.  (Y/N), just remember what I said."

He winked at me before walking away.

"You feeling okay, Cartman?" Stan asked.

"Fucking fine," he grumbled before walking away.

"I think he feels bad," Kyle stated.

"I don't know, but that was weird," I commented.

"Are you going to go to the funeral?" Stan asked.

"I don't want to," I said, "so probably not."

I shrugged before I walked to class.