"Well, class today we're going to work on projects in pairs." This made alot of the children happy untill began to add, "I'm choosing your parnters." April slammed her arms down. This means she might not get the chance to work with her Kylie. The fat boy called Eric Cartman stared at April, hoping that he'd get to work with her.
After all, she was his favorite ho.
"Okay, first pairing; Powder and Millie, second Kyle and Kenn--" Before could finsh his list; April shouted out: "UNFAIR! MAN, THIS SUCKS NOW!" And made a sad, and somewhat angry face at . "Yeah, well we don't always get who we want, do we April?" Cartman asked out to her. "SHUT UP, FATASS OR I'LL FUCKING BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!" This almost always happened in class. would do something totally weak, April would yell; then Cartman would comment. Then April would yell more.
"Now, children shut the hell up so I can finish this goddamned list." April dropped back in her seat after the little episode of hers.
Cartman frowned and crossed his arms. It was the fucking time he could talk to April openly, and that fag ruined it. And speaking of ball-breaking fags; that Jew! That Jew Kyle always had to go and be all loving to her. Couldn't he see that Cartman's ho? "And, since it'll be funny to watch you two bicker; April and Cartman."
"Dude, that's not cool!" Kyle shouted out, "She doesn't want to work with fatass!" It was true. April wanted to work with Kyle, but had to be a fag. April didn't like Cartman over the fact that he ripped on Jews and Butters all the time. She could barely give a crap about anyone else. Except Multi. She couldn't insult Cartman; for he was way off her level.
The bell rang and shouted out what the project was, and what they should do on it. Cartman ran to catch up with April, "APRIL, WAIT UP YOU BITCH!" she didn't take too kindly to being called a bitch, so she walked much faster. "Wait, April! We got to work togather!" It wasn't much in Cartman's character to want to work with other people.
He either did all the work for his A, or forced the other person to do it. But not this time. 'I got a golden ticket~, I got a golden twinkle in my eye~' He sung in his head before getting to the side of April. "So, fatass. Do you want to work on it at my house, or yours?" April turned to look at him, and he simply blushed. Now he remembered why he hated Jews. Because April shouldn't belong to a man who had two bags of Jew Gold around their necks.
"Y-yeah, that's cool. My Mom will make snacks." Oh, how girls enjoyed snacks of any kind. "Okay!" April smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't such a dick after all. "Yeah, we need to go and get the board, and markers. Besides do you know what we're working on right?" Cartman blinked, how was he going to handle that question?
"No. Nope, but you'd tell me right?"
It had been two weeks after the start of "Who's the biggest teen-whore" assignment. And Cartman and April knew it ended tomorrow.
"Dude, this thing's finally over! God, I hate looking at all these fucking skanks." April said, scribbling random facts about Jamie Lynn Spears on the right corner. "Yeah, all these bitches get on my nerves." Cartman said, marking his name in it on it with his Wellington Bear Markers.
The truth was, that April nor Cartman wanted the project to end. April liked working with Cartman, unless he's being an as, or racist. And Cartman simply liked being near April.
"Well, since we're done, get your Mom to order pizza!"
Something could form now, as long as Cartman shuts his fucking mouth.