Kyle's POV

I stand in front of my locker grabbing the books I will need for science when I hear the familiar voice from behind me.

"Hello Kahl."

A shiver goes up my spine. I would recognize that voice anywhere. Only one person says my name like that. I turn my head to see the smirking face of Eric Cartman. He stands there, arms crossed with that look in his eyes. The look that says he is up to something. Physically he had changed a bit. He has lost some weight for one. I wouldn't say he is skinny, he is still big, but more muscles than fat. Cartman had also grown a lot taller than when we were kids, now towering over my 5'6 form at his height of 6'7. Yes, he had certainly changed physically but he is still Cartman. His personality hadn't changed a bit. Neither had that mischievous look he now wore.

Here we go.

"What do you want, fatass?" I ask him as I turn fully so I can face him. His smirk falters as an angry expression takes over. His eyes flash angrily.

"I am not FAT!" Cartman growled, frustration coloring his words.

It is my turn to smirk. No matter how much weight he lost he will always be fatass to me.

Cartman huffs and uncrosses his arms. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. I raise my eyebrow. Usually he doesn't bother to try to calm himself. He only does that when he has a goal to accomplish and anger wouldn't help. He is defiantly up to something.

"Whatever," Cartman said, annoyed. Then his face relaxes and his smirk is back. "Anyway, I am here to challenge you to a bet."

Now it is time for my eyes to narrow. So he wants to challenge me to a bet? Damn it. He knows I can't pass up a challenge, at least not one from him.

"What kind of bet?" I ask him, a bit of nervousness in my voice. He has always been creative.

"I'll get to that in a minute," He waved dismissively. "What we really need to talk about are the stakes."

I shift on my feet. That look in his eyes gives me goose bumps. His brown eyes are sparkling with that almost childlike amusement and mischief.

"What stakes are you proposing?" I ask him curiously. At that he grins proudly.

"Simple," Cartman assured me. "If you win I will never call you a dirty Jew, a kike, make jokes about the Jews being killed, say that you are a money-grubbing-"

"Get on with it, Cartman" I interrupt, annoyed at the list of insults he uses on a daily basis.

He doesn't seem fazed by my interruption. It is almost like he expected it. Knowing him, he probably did. He had known me almost our entire lives, he know just what to say to get under my skin better than anyone.

"Basically, I will never make fun of the fact that you are Jewish ever again."

I stand In front of him, shocked. He just stares at me expectantly. Did he really just offer me a way to get him to stop his anti-sematic bullshit? Seriously? It seems too good to be true. He never let a chance to make fun of Jew go by, and he was telling me that he would stop completely if I just one a little bet?

"Really?" I ask suspiciously. There has to be some catch.

"Yes, really." Cartman replies simply, smiling.

That when I realized something. My eyes narrow.

"What if you win?" I ask, wondering how I hadn't thought of that before. The only reason he would offer something like that is if he would get something he really wants if he wins. I am afraid of what he wants enough to risk having to give me freedom from his anti-sematic remarks.

"Well, that is very simple as well," Cartman smiles slyly. "When I win you have to be my personal slave and do whatever I say for one day."

Now that surprises me.

"Just one day?" I question, disbelieving.

"Just. One. Day." Cartman confirms.

What is his scheme? Cartman has to have some motivation besides me obeying him for one day. Then again, what will he tell me to do? Still, this could be my only chance to finally get some respect from him. I need to risk it. I also need to ask him one more question.

"What's the bet?"