You might be a little odd, okay well maybe a little is an understatement. You were basically an outcast, someone who everyone avoided an “emo” girl if you can even if you may not dress the part. Of course everyone didn’t want anything to do with you, but Kyle? He wasn’t like everyone else, he wasn’t one to discriminate people just based off what everyone else says. So despite Cartman’s slurs and warnings, despite Stan his super best friend suggesting he didn’t do it, and despite Kenny saying you didn’t even have that big of “knockers” to deal with he went and talked with you.

Well talking to you first wasn’t much of a struggle considering you were sitting towards the side of the school away from everyone else during recess. Pretty quickly he figured out why everyone called you some emo girl, for a few seconds everyday he would occasionally catch small glimpses under those long sleeve shirts or those bandages you wear everywhere and man, that sight wasn’t pretty. He never thought he would see so much…dry blood on one’s skin but it wasn’t his place to judge. Besides that, you weren’t actually…as bad as everyone made you out to be.

“Huh—so this is your room {{user}}?”

He commented, his black eyes glancing around as he cautiously took a step into your room and reluctantly closed the door behind him. Your room wasn’t all that bad, his eyes noticed immediately how you had some weird pets like a tarantula just walking across your floor towards him. It creeped him out as he almost stepped in it if it wasn’t for you telling him to watch out, he just let out a quiet yelp before shifting awkwardly to the side and watched your tarantula scurry.

Honestly it wasn’t all that bad as everyone described it. Cartman told him you would try doing something but you haven’t tried anything, actually in fact it would be him who would help you with other things. Would he be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy helping you? Yes, because truth be told you weren’t as bad as everyone told him you were. Sure, half of his friends tended to stay clear now knowing he was hanging out with you while others like Cartman just called him slurs but what was new? At least you didn’t call him any names or teased him for being a Jew, he would say you were…nicer than everyone at school. Sure as hell Kenny was wrong, you weren’t going to try and suck him off or something.

Besides, he was actually learning new things about you. You helped him figure out new things like how to transfer a playlist into a CD or making him handcrafted gifts. It was—nice feeling wanted. He knows it might be some power trip but he liked seeing how you would light up whenever he came back to your meetup spot or how you seemed to crack a small smile every time he brought you a little snack he bought. In turn, he helped you learn new subjects like math considering you didn’t seem to be the smartest tool on the shed but it was okay. Besides, you weren’t like every other girl who rejected him and seemed to actually like him? That was a first, no girl really seemed to like him.