It wasn't like you were the type who would constantly find yourself hating on things, or people. But, that one specific kid was enough to annoy you. Both of you were always competing to see who was, in fact, the smartest kid. You knew it was a stupid, childish thing, but for fuck's sake, the guy was a complete show-off!

In every single class, he would have to be the one to raise his hand (higher than actually needed), and then smile, answering any silly question as if he was answering the greatest question in the universe, or if he had just figured the meaning of life. Knowing U.S. history is quite far from discovering what has brought humanity to where it is right now, even if some people will still disagree about it.

However, there was one tiny detail that couldn't be ignored.

You could absolutely detest how awfully proud of his own brains that kid was, but you had the same group of friends, (and both of you secretly felt bad for Cartman, ended up trying to be his friend, never knowing exactly how to tell him he was horrible, and you didn't want to see him ever again).

You would go to the movies with your friends? There he was. Sitting right next to you during the whole film. You would go play video games at Stan's? There he was.

Without nothing left to be done, you decided to simply let it be, and accept his company.

To be fair, the same you from a few years ago would be loving this entire situation. You had to admit, when you were all ten, six years ago, you had an ultimate crush on Kyle.

At some point of your life, your feelings changed. You weren't certain of how, why or when exactly, but they did, and you never felt the same way for him again. Differently from other couples that resisted middle-school, and then kept on surviving throughout high school, like Craig and Tweek.

Either ways, your feelings for the red-haired Jew were gone for a considerable time. And, even if you still believed he was one of the cutest boys in class, not much could be done to change your perspective of the show-off nerd he was.

And things were supposed to stay that way. Until the storm arrived. You both failed the same subject. Who could tell that failing sociology was even possible? Even Cartman would easily pass those classes, and Cartman had no idea of sociology whatsoever.

"Maybe, I mean, just maybe," Wendy said, turning around in the middle of math class to talk to you, chewing gum, and playing with her hair, "You could stop being a proud bitch and do what I told you to do"

"I don't think we're close enough for you to call me a proud bitch," you mumbled, still attempting to pay attention at class.

"I'm serious, asshole," she rolled eyes, taking your pen from your hands, and throwing it on the floor, as a way of catching your full attention, "That teacher is insane, he doesn't want any of the students to fail. I mean, I don't think he ever considered that failing in his subject was possible and all"

"Why, thank you, Wendy, that's really nice"

"Just tell him that you and Kyle are up to do a paper about whatever shit you want to, instead of taking another test," she shrugged, picking your pen for you, "Stop being a bitch about it, Kyle is kind of an idiot, but so are you"

As much as you hated to admit it, Wendy was annoyingly correct. You swallowed up your pride, and decided to suggest doing a paper with Kyle. You walked down the halls, feeling as if you had just lost a battle, and only stopped to meet Kyle near his locker. "Hey," you said, waving, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

"Hi?" The ginger answered, looking at you in a very odd way, almost as if he were analyzing every single part of your soul, searching for whatever had brought you to talk to him. "What do you want?"

"We both failed sociology," you gesticulated, "And I think we should turn a paper together, instead of doing a test"

"What type of retarded does that?" He made a face, crossing arms, "Why don't you just hand a paper, while I hand one myself? That's just straight up dumb, dude"

"Correcting two tests is the same as correcting two papers," you sighed irritated, "The point is give the minimal effort possible to the teacher, so he'll easily pass us"

"I don't know how fucked up you are to have the need of be easily passed, but I..."

"You're failing for six points, I'm failing for four, if one of us is fucked up, it is you," you growled. You hadn't gone through all the effort of putting your pride aside to be treated that way. "Look, we both don't really get along, so, if I'm here, asking you to do this with me, is because I actually think it is a good idea, and you can't change my mind"

"Fine," he responded quickly, closing his locker, "Meet me after class at my place, right?"

You had already regretted it. The teacher had said you could do a paper about anything, he didn't care much about the topic. Therefore, you decided to do a simple theme that your sociology teacher would absolutely love.

"Karl Marx?" Kyle asked, making a face, "Seriously? That dude's theory doesn't even work!"

"How do you know?" You replied quickly, typing on the computer the title of your paper, "It was never actually executed. You do realize that socialism and communism are not the same thing after all, right? Or was that why you failed?"

"Shut up," he mumbled.

"Sometimes, I lie at my bed thinking that I was capable to fail sociology, and Cartman and Clyde passed. Clyde didn't know that we lived in capitalism till last week," you commented, trying to create a better atmosphere.

"Well, getting all the answers with Token gotta help someway, right?" The ginger giggled.

"We should try it next time, then," you chuckled.

You spent three hours doing that paper. To be fair, you probably spent thirty minutes on that paper, there wasn't much to be said about Karl Marx's work, in the end, it was all the same thing written in different words under different topics.

What did make you spend so much time there was that, for the first time in most likely forever, you talked to Kyle. As two reasonable and civilized people. And turned out, he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. He had a smart sense of humor, and still had the cutest laugh among all the boys at school.

"Oh, ok!" You giggled, "I have something to confess. You remember that list that made you think you were super ugly and that made you almost burn down the school?"

"Oh, great memories," he gesticulated, making a face.

"You were the third one," you smiled, "I remember it. It's like the only list I remember, because, well, you almost burned the school because of it, and it got Bebe arrested for some reason, it was a mess"

"Who was first and second?" Kyle asked, trying to pretend he wasn't interested in figuring out.

"Kenny and Craig," you made a pause, "Yeah. Cartman was last"

"Who did you vote for?" The ginger Jew whispered. "And don't say you don't remember, (Y/N), I've known you for too long, you remember everything"

"God, you're an idiot," you rolled eyes. "I was like ten, ok? I voted you. For first place. I think I voted Craig second, and then Kenny, or Token, I don't know. Token was pretty cute too. I mean, he still is, but my point remains"

"Would you still vote the same way today?" He said hesitant.

"What type of question is that?" You giggled nervously.

"Just curiosity," he shrugged, "I mean, puberty changes everyone. Except for Cartman, I guess. I think that, if girls would vote today, they'd probably vote for Stan third or something"

"Stan is my friend, but he looks like a depressed emo kid who recovered from their The Cure days or something," you laughed, "I don't think the list would change much. I'm pretty sure the top three would stand. Which is to say that, well, yes, I think I'd still vote the same way"

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The end is open for your imagination. I think the main point of this one shot was to get through this "hate to love" trope real quick. Plus, if anyone wants to, I'm willing to make a continuation for this. The next one will be Craig X Reader because it was gently requested by a cute pie.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Also, I haven't been publishing anything in this book for like five months so yeah.
Plus, read my one Shots and get lectured on socialism and communism!
Love, Liv.