Eric Cartman was a dick. A racist, obese, anti-Semitic dick.

Now here he was, 15 years old, choosing his prey. He'd screwed with Kyle Broflovski his entire adolescent life, leaving him alone during middle school due to the fact that Kyle had become stronger, and could probably beat his ass if he said something. But now, Kyle had grown 5 inches over the summer and all his muscle turned into smooth, slim skin. His movements were awkward like a new born giraffe's, and his hair was still as messy as ever.

Cartman was now a towering 6'2, and he had in fact grown into his body, though he still was overweight, girls now saw him as a teddy bear, not that he was interested in girls.

It was the first day of sophomore year, and the boys lined up at the bus stop. Stan had just came back from Florida the day before, and had a hard time adjusting to the cold weather of Colorado. Kenny had spent another summer doing drugs, and was skinny with skin covered in pock marks, and the little jew-rat had spent all summer at a Jewish camp. Cartman himself had stayed at home all summer, hanging out with Butters.

Cartman smirked as he turned and looked at his victim. "Hello, Kahl."

Kyle hadn't talked to the fat-ass since the beginning of sixth grade, and honestly, didn't know if he'd changed or not. "What, fat-ass?"

"Hey! I am not fat! Jew-rat.." The red-head rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Cartman."

"Mmkay, I was just wondering what your homeroom was. Mine is 216.."

Kyle turned his bookbag and took out his paper. "216. Goddammit!"

"See you there, Kahl." The taller boy smirked as the bus rolled up.

Let the games begin.

As the big yellow bus rolled up to South Park High School, Cartman was shaking with excitement. Once inside, he hung back until Kyle entered the classroom and found his seat. Cartman walked in, stopping by Bebe's desk to say hi (Bebe was a summer fling), and then planted himself at next to Kyle.

"Hello, Kahl." Cartman smiled and ran his hands through his hair.

Kyle flicked his eyes to the fat-ass next to him.

"Yes?" He asked, taking out a notebook and pen.

"How was your camp?" Cartman turned his entire body to face him.

Kyle looked up and saw him staring at him with his big brown orbs for eyes. It was no secret, Kyle was gay and had a soft spot for brown eyes. Kyle blushed and immediately looked down.

"Why do you wanna know, fat-ass?" he asked, looking up with his eyebrows together and a blush prominent on his cheeks. Cartman leaned forward and looked him in the eye. Kyle could smell the mint mouthwash on his breath.

"I'm curious, Kahl." he said it simply, and turned around quickly as the teacher entered the class. Maybe Cartman HAD changed.