Of Blood and Blackmail

By Shini-chan

"Shut your fucking mouth Cartman!" a boy in a green hat exclaimed as he clenched his teeth, pointing a gloved hand at the other boy.

"But you know it's true, Jew! Your kind has plagued this world for too long!"

"Don't be-little my people, fucking fatass!" he said, fighting back.

This was a typical morning, on the way to school. Some years had passed by, but somethings never change. The old habits of childhood friends continued now that they had turned into their pre-teen adolescent years. They had grown slightly taller, now hitting their eighth grade year of middle school.

Stan had joined the football team, so the group had little time of seeing him here, due to the big games coming up. Not much else had changed, other than the lack of Stan on alternating days. It was rough on Kyle in the beginning because it would mean he would spend less time with his best friend. But he came to terms that this was what Stan wanted to do, and when he and Wendy had both started going out again, and stayed solid for a good while. He remained supportive, Wendy was on the cheerleading squad, and Stan was on the football team. They could not be any more perfect.

Kyle didn't see the intent to join any clubs or social events, he already felt wrapped up with his homework, chores, and time to just breathe. Cartman felt the same to the degree that he didn't want to do any work, and just live out his days in middle school like he did in elementary school. He could give two shits about schoolwork, or social events, needless to say he wouldn't deny going to pep rallies if he could get out of class and to rip on the other guys. Typical same old Eric Cartman. Kenny on the other hand, found it hard to commute everyday as well, now having taken a part time job at the SoDoSopa, which was a quick walk from home. He used to experience he had grown from working at CityWok, and with a little negotiation. Now Kenny had a part time job, working about three days a week. It wasn't much but it was enough to help out.

However, no matter how many little changes that they had come across they were still all tight with each other as friends. Sharing that bond that they all had as kids couldn't be broken just because they were doing different things now. Within no time the bus had arrived to pick them up. Kenny was the first to board the bus, behind him was Kyle, and then Cartman. They walked down the rows, as they saw some of their old classmates. Kenny sat in the back of the bus, Kyle sat next to Butters, and Cartman took his seat towards the middle of the bus, by the window. No one sat next to Cartman, it was kinda lonely, but screw it, he didn't need anyone.

"Seriously dude, even in middle school, I swear that fat fuck will never change."

"Don't tell me you were hoping it would, it's Cartman."

"Yeah, it'd be strange if that fatass ever let up, then all of hell would all fucking freeze over."

Kenny just chuckled to himself as he shook his head, his hood still pressed up on his face, still causing his voice to be in its usual muffled tone. The bus stopped at another stop, picking up four kids, one of them appeared to be a girl with auburn brown hair, faded jeans, and a white feminine shirt, overtop appeared to be a navy blue jacket with pockets. Her long hair cascaded down her back as she took her seat.

Kenny's eyes froze as he saw her, he was stunned, by her grace, she was built so feminine, and had possibly one of the biggest breasts he had ever seen. She was known to be that of the model girl at the school, and most of the girls were insanely jealous, especially Wendy's entourage.

"Dude, you have been staring at Jenny Mackerson for the past five months now. This is a new record for you, you usually have a new girlfriend a month, so what's up?"

"Those girls were just for practice, besides they have nothing against Jenny's rack, and the way she moves her hips, her boobs..I feel are in reach of my hands. I could just..." Kenny swayed as he moved his hands out in front visualizing what he would be like to touch large succulent titties.

"Ugh, Sure..sure," Kyle shook it off as he turned to look out the window, Kenny continued to fantasize and stare at Jenny through a few seats over. He was finding a time to fully talk to her, just didn't know the correct time.

The halls of South Park Middle roared with students, as they continued as they gravitated towards their lockers to get their necessary supplies and books. Some friends meeting up with others as they laughed and chuckled about idle chit chat and gossip. Kenny found his way to Jenny, while Kyle was walking his way to his locker. Grabbing his books for the first two classes he sighed, how was he going to live today down? The first five periods he had with Eric Cartman, and each and every time he tried to find a way to manipulate the situation with the idea of getting out of trouble.

Kyle took his books for class, he then came face to face with sweaty masculine face, he was a little taller than him, but he knew the voice, and it said:

"Hey Kyle!"

"Hi Stan."

"Dude, did you hear the news?"

"What news?"

"Clyde's totally gay dude, he just had a confession in practice today, I can't believe it."

"What?" Kyle's mouth gaped open eyebrows raised, Clyde was gay? How and why? Most of the girls found him attractive so of all people why Clyde. He's dated many girls back in elementary school, did that not mean anything to him anymore?

"Yeah dude"

"Really, Clyde Donnavon is gay?"

"I know, it's hard to believe after the track record he had in elementary school, and the popularity with the girls. But the whole time he was for the same team."

Kyle locked the door to his locker, and turned to face Stan.

"But nothing else has changed, He's still Clyde, socially acceptable or not, he's still a person."

Just then he heard a loud booming voice come running towards them, and Kyle knew that only belonged to one person.

"Oh no..." he groaned as he heard the voice that appeared to be coming closer and closer their direction.

"You guys! You guys! Seriously! Did you know that Clyde Donnovan is—"

"We already know, fat ass!"

"Shut up, Jew! This is priceless!"

"What's priceless fatass?! Hurting someone's feelings because they finally had the confidence to come out of the closet on an insecure topic, you have to rip on him!" Kyle said pointing a finger to Cartman's chest, angry.

"Why should you care, Jew-rat? It's not like it's you or anything?! Unless you have something to prove, eh, Kahl?"

"Fuck you."

"Aha! You didn't choose to deny it, Kahl, so weak."

"Because I choose to be a decent human being, and understand the merits of what it could lead to, yeah really fucking cool, fatass. Remember, you have turned a couple of kids to death by your constant humiliation, you broke them down fatass, do you want to do the same to Clyde?"

Cartman didn't have a chance to retort, because at that moment the bell rang and the chitter-chatter of the halls became a minimum, as everyone continued to move to their classrooms. Kyle had to walk with Cartman, while Stan went on ahead to the other side of the building. Stan's endurance is amazing, not breaking a sweat as he made it to the other end of the hall.

"This isn't over Kahl," he muttered under his breath as he walked with him to their class, feeling the playful threat within the tone of his voice.

Kyle entered the class, and the first person he saw sitting on the front was Clyde Donnovan, he had forgotten that Clyde too was also in his first class. From the look of it, Clyde looked a little roughed up, something within him looked to be a little frightened, shaken up. It probably was a safe bet that he was frightened after just making that discovery public knowledge.

Kyle sighed taking his seat two spots from Clyde behind him, Cartman turned to also look at Clyde. Shifting his head a little bit, but to Kyle's surprise he didn't say anything. Eric Cartman, the man who had humiliated people for fair game, was silent? This was different, and even Clyde thought it was a little strange that Cartman didn't say anything. Kyle knitted his eyebrows together, what was he up to? Was he going to publically humiliate Clyde later, what disastrous deed could Cartman be plotting?

Kyle's thoughts were interrupted when he saw the teacher walk into the classroom, and start today lesson. Kyle turned the page in his book, as he tugged behind the band of his pants, trying to fidget the needle that was trying to give him proper insulin. Technology had made it possible to regulate the insulin pouch to be wrapped around his leg and a needle to inject through one of his butt-cheeks whenever it had felt the drop in his sugar levels. Kyle did have diabetes, and the kidney transplant did help him, but he had to find a way to still regulate his sugar levels.

It must have taken years for his parents to fully get a device like this, but in the long run it was worth it considering it helped him to manage his diabetes. Not many people knew about the new device, since he had just got it at the beginning of this year. It was still hard to get used to, and if Cartman knew such a thing existed he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Okay, everyone were going to be pairing up in two teams for this assignment, in alphabetical order by last name." The teacher said, as she clasped her hands together.

Kyle's mouth gaped open, as the look of anger and fury appeared on his face so casually. Cartman chuckled some as he walked over taking up a chair next to him, Kyle glared daggers at him, as he did all this.

"Just can't get rid of you can I, you no good dirty Jew," he snickered as he folded his arms, feeling triumphant.

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman," I said low enough so the teacher wouldn't hear me.

"Come on Kahl, get that sand out of your vagina,"

"I don't have sand in my vagina."

The teacher spoke again, as she had written the assignment on the board. Apparently they were supposed to be making a presentation on the assigned books from one side of the room had the book 'The lovely bones', while the other side of the room had the book 'Of Mice and Men'.

Unfortunately the book he was assigned with Cartman was The Lovely Bones. Cartman chuckled as he read the summery of the book, on the back as he shook his head.

"Christ, a dead bitch..."

"Shut up, fatass..And take this seriously!"

The bell rang and they soon transitioned classes, he was then being followed by Cartman, he had to see this fatass three more times in class again today, the last two periods he was Cartman-free, surviving then was a chore in itself.

"Look Cartman, I want to get that A in English, so you better not fuck it up, fatass..and do your portion of the work."

"Goddamnit! Kahl! What do you take me for?!"

"A son-of-a-bitch who doesn't do their work, and monopolizes the situation so other's do it for him, do your own share for once you fucking fat-ass!"

"A lot you know, jew! I do my homework and turn it in like everyone else. Just because its not an A doesn't mean it's not worth something! Don't talk down to me like you know me!"

Their constant bickering continued to go for quite some time, as they made it to their next class. They had to shush their bickering to a minimum since this teacher was one strict asshole, and they couldn't get away with their constant bickering in this class. This class was Biology and this teacher was plain and simple to the books, they were of the older generation and constantly wore a lab coat.

Kyle took his seat in the back of class, most of the work was in the book, so he paid half attention to the teacher after jotting down the assigned chapters he had to read tonight to fully understand what they were saying. He really didn't want to listen to this teacher, since a lot of their explanation made no fucking sense whatsoever and he had to read the book anyway.

During this time, Kyle opened up what appears to be a gray notebook. He moved over to a page and started to write his personal thoughts down.

Monday, August 25th

Today I found something interesting, I learned an interesting truth.

Today Clyde Donnovan had officially came out of the closet, and now its public knowledge.

Such confidence in doing all of this, I am surprised he was able to build up the courage.

In front of people no less, he couldn't have just made it private. But after all he is still on the football team so I suppose privacy seemed to be out of the question.

Still, I wish I could muster that kind of courage in doing so, and the fact that I hate myself each and every time that I think about it.

God damn it, I know I shouldn't be having these kind of unrequited emotions, but is it more than that? I've known this asshole for so long and if this is the case. Then have I been warped and thrown into complete insanity?

What's the use anyway?

Before he could write anymore, he heard the bell ring, he immediately closed the book and placed it below the other books so it wouldn't stick out. Knowing that he had to deal with Cartman behind him again, and his natural curiously would plight him to steal something that looked out of place.

"Fuck that bitch! Giving that stupid test on Friday, I can't believe this god damn it! Doesn't she have better things to do?" He groaned under his breathed as he furrowed his eyebrows. Cartman was only a couple of inches taller than Kyle, but he kept in perfect strides with Kyle as they walked to their oncoming next class.

Stan was on the corner of his locker as they approached the transitioning period, between subject and lunch. Stan was smiling widely as he held the hands of his sweetheart, her long midnight black hair cascaded down her shoulders and down to her bottom. Stan felt his heart at ease whenever she was around, of course they had their hang ups here and there but what healthy couple doesn't.

"Okay Stan! See you at practice!" Her eyes lit up as she, leaned up and kissed Stan on the cheek, Stan had gained a few inches in height over the summer. Stan felt his cheeks flush a little as she walked away, Wendy was growing into a beautiful woman. Displaying her curves beautifully as she walked away from him, Stan felt like he was floating on air.

"Oh you Hippies gonna have babies now? You're already kissin' and makin' out, so pussy whipped, weak."

"Hey! I can happily say I have a girlfriend, something you don't have asshole."

"Yeah, but you're dating Wendy, for the hmm..how many times was that again, Stan?"

"Fuck off, Cartman."

With the small conversation they all joined each other into the lunchroom. As they started to talk about the new Terrance and Phillip movie, they knew that was going to appear this summer, they knew they had to find a way to sneak into it this summer. If Stan had to miss practice he would, he wouldn't miss Terrance and Phillip for the world.

"I still think Mrs. G is a total bitch, doing what she did, a fucking test…seriously.."

"Maybe if you studied for once in your life, you wouldn't be failing, fat-ass," Kyle exclaimed as in-between spoonfuls of his potatoes.

"Fuck off Jew, I have better things ta do then homework, I don't have time for that shit," Cartman said.

Before Kyle could give a retort, Kenny comes running up with his hood down, he had started to do that since the cafeteria became a hot place with the many students that were stormed within the lunchroom, his voice was still a little high as he had hit puberty last summer, so most of it weighed a little lower, but he still had some charm.

"You guys! I scored a date with Jenny!"

"Whoa dude, Jenny Mackerson?" Stan exclaimed, knowing who she was considering it was one of the girls that Wendy was so envious over.

"You bet! Jenny Mackerson! Were supposed to be going to a drive in movie..aww yeah…" Kenny said as he felt himself get in his own groove, a snicker coming over his features, knowing he is fully going to score with the hottest girl in school.

"Way to go! So that would make it number 254?" Cartman joked as he shoveled his fries.

"Yeah something like that.." Kenny joked as he took a bite out of his bagged lunch, which came from the SodaSopa where he worked.

Kyle winced a little, as he felt the device wrapped around his upper leg snag a little, he sighed getting up.

"Excuse me."

"Kyle?"

"Just goin' to the bathroom dude, chill."

Stan nodded, as Kyle got up and walked to the bathroom with his backpack, he pulled out a separate bag that seemed high tech, it was a coolant with pouches in it. He pulled his pants down and changed out the pouch from the device strapped from his leg. Kyle struggled trying to get the pouch into the device, as it didn't seem to slip in so easily for him. Kyle must have taken a little long because before he knew it he was faced to face with his arch nemesis.

Kyle raised an eyebrow as he looked at him, and Cartman looked at him confused, a long pause washed between them as both of them froze in their tracks, Kyle was the first one to break that pause.

"Really? Close the damn door, asshole!" he was still continue to struggle to get the pouch changed.

"Kahl..just what the fuck is that? Is that how you check your ginger levels in your blood?" he teased.

"No Fatass, it's my insulin…and I can't get this fucking pouch here, damn it..come on.." he still struggled as he had been struggling with this most of lunch by now.

"I see it has come to this, Jew."

"What fatass?"

"Just admit you need my help, you do realize you can't do this on your own. Just admit you need my help."

"Like hell I would, fucking asshole!"

"Okay. Okay, then you can struggle with that little pouch there..welp, see you later, Jew, that bell is going to ring and you're going to miss the last bit of the day..So.."

"Wait…" Kyle sighed, as he knew he had no choice, he didn't want to feel the wrath of his mother, that he skipped his classes, just because he was struggling, he continued,

"Just not a word of this from anyone…" He gritted his teeth, with a menacing tone within his voice, his cheeks were embarrassed by all of this.

"Christ, calm down, you don't have to bitch," He said as he walked closer, Kyle started again still staring daggers at Cartman.

"I mean it, fatass! Not a word to anyone!"

"Alright, Alright..don't have to repeat it again, damn it."

Cartman knelt down, as he took the pouch from my grasp, he bent down as he tried to fit the pouch in the device, he struggled with it for quite a bit. He was running into the same issues, until finally Cartman was able to slip it all the way through with precision. Which Kyle himself couldn't believe he could accomplish such a task?

Kyle grumbled under his breath, after he felt the pouch inserted, once he was faced to face with Cartman's eyes once again,

"You know this doesn't change anything fat-ass..I hate you,"

"I did you a favor, Kahl….it appears you are in debt to me..somehow…yes…it seems to me that you should read the book, and just tell me the key points of what it's about..then I could call ourselves even..yes.." He trailed on, Kyle knew this wouldn't be easy, and he fell right for it. But this didn't seem as sinister as what Cartman usually does, this was simple manipulation at being lazy, was this simply the best he could do?

Despite everything that had happened, he was fortunate enough that it didn't escalate to anything further. He looked at the floor, with pent up anger in his eyes, he hate to back down from a fight, but he had to honor his word.

"Suck my balls."

"Now,Kahl…I just did something for you, so you are in my debt…I mean I could…"

"No…you're not conning me in not doing your half of the project! This is a group effort, asshole!"

"Psh, you dirty Jew, trying to weasel your way out of this one! Hmph! I got one better, do my biology homework, you know that Mrs. G has it out for me."

"Fine, I'll do your biology homework, just this once. You should really be doing it yourself, you lazy fuck."

And just like that the bell rang, their agreement was set and that's when Kyle was stuck doing Cartman's homework for the night. Kyle rolled his eyes, the last two periods he was Cartman free and he enjoyed it. He took some downtime to finally write in his journal, considering he sat all the way in the back of the class, not in the view of anyone, who could be reading over his shoulder.

Sitting in my last two periods of the day, it really has been draining…

I am at the mercy of that asshole, who reigned to have that last laugh. If only that stupid pouch could have fit. That fatass is probably laughing it up right now, that fuck face, god I hate him…

Kyle trailed off his pencil from the paper, as he shifted around a little in his seat, as he leaned his cheek into his hand, propping it up with his elbow.

…I can't deny it…for some reason…I do like it when we bicker…even if it's something small like this. He's a manipulative fuck, lazy about school work, but he still has something about him that many others don't possess. He was on his knees, snickering at me as he fiddled around with the insulin today too…for some reason…when he was on his knees...I kinda liked it.

Kyle took a double take at what he was writing, it felt alien to him that he wrote all of that, especially that last sentence. He felt his cheeks grow hot, as he still tried to register what he had wrote, he was trying to come in terms with it himself…

He had a crush on Eric Cartman.