It Wasn't Enough Chap:6

Stan was talking about, urmm, Wendy I think, on my left and Kenny half listening next to him. Cartman was on my right, just focused on the path in front of him. We all walked home in a straight line, as we have done on so many occasions. Not listening to Stan, I wish I had my hat with me, since it's so cold. I stopped wearing my hat two years ago in 9th grade, prior to me cutting and slightly straighten my hair. It's short enough to mange and long enough for a guy to grip on while we're…doing stuff. A sudden crash made me jump. We all looked towards the sound of the noise and seeing what it was, carried on walking. A fallen down lamppost. "Kenny's dead" Stan muttered.
"Yeah" I mumbled back. It was such a common occurrence now that we don't bother with the 'Oh my god, they killed Kenny…you bastard' anymore. Besides, at the moment I had more important things to worry about; Cartman is coming round my house to finish the project. Stan made me promise him that I'd tell Cartman about the baby. I don't want to do this by myself, but Stan said it'd be weird if he was there is well…and he doesn't want to be mistaken for the father again. He can be so selfish sometimes.

I walk into my house with Cartman right behind me. I honestly didn't want him coming in my home, for two reasons, one-it was Cartman, I don't like the thought of him my safe place, and two-was in fear of my parents figuring out he is the other half of my baby's DNA. I don't think they'll be happy with having a grandchild with wanna-be-Nazi genes. "I'm home!" I call into the empty room, closing the door behind Cartman.
"Oh hello Kyle" my mother replies cheerily appearing in the kitchen doorway, "and Eric" she adds shocked, once seeing the named standing beside me.
"Hello Mrs Broflovski, it's nice to see you again" Cartman greets back with a fake smile; but my mom being that naïve thinks he's genuinely being nice and smiles warmly at him.
"It's nice to see you too, Eric. Have you heard the good news?" She asks proudly while my eyes widen in horror.
"What-"
"No he hasn't mother" I hiss back, she doesn't tell me off for my attitude like she normally would; I've been like this now for the past 24 hours, I just can't control my hormones. She makes an 'opps' face and scuttles back into the kitchen. I ignore Cartman's questionable face, which he has so often at the moment, and make my way upstairs signalling him to follow.

It only takes two minutes into the task for Cartman to question what the good news is, and I tell him to let it drop until after we've finished. But, Eric Theodore Cartman, is a stubborn bastard. "Come on, Kahl. If you didn't want me to question it you shouldn't have brought it up"
"I didn't bring it up" I shoot back, but he just shrugs and carries on sticking. "Once we're done I'll tell you" I say taking a deep breath; I'm so fucking nervous. "It's very…important" he looked at me shocked then, which he should do. I don't share things with him, not since we were 11, not really even before then. The only reason he knew I was gay was because he caught me making out with Craig in janitors closet.
"Why would you tell me if it's so important?" He whispered. I looked up at him and sighed.
"Because you need to know" I stuck down the last piece of information on our presentation, and readied myself to tell him.

He sat on my bed, while once again, I stood in front of him. My palms became sweaty and I fiddled with them, trying to find the right words to this, as it would seem, easy statement, but it wasn't. How could it be easy to tell your enemy you're…with him. I saw Cartman becoming more impatient as he sat there. "Do you remember, about 5 weeks ago, when we had sex in Bebe's toilet?" His face was a mixture of emotions, embarrassment, rage, confusion…scared.
"Why are you bringing that up Jew-boy?" He snarled and I winced at his voice. Now was not a good time for him to be like this to me.
"So you do remember then?" He did an irritated groan, and rubbed his face with his hands; I took this as a yes. I felt my eyes pick as I opened my mouth, and as I went to say those two words again a tear slid down my cheek. I didn't want this, not him; why him? He looked at me again, my watery eyes locking with his now soften brown ones, and I whispered…"I'm pregnant"