CARTMAN'S POV:
I always use to being a dick, no matter what. Either it was ripping on the Jew or Kenny for being poor or sometimes even Stan for his stupid relationship with Wendy. What ever the matter I was a dick. But now I don't know who i am. I don't even know why they kept me out of their small group. Who am I kidding, the only reason I stayed was because of Kyle. But now, we've all gone our separate ways, though we all still talk. Kyle was the cutest thing now. His small perky body, his adorable bright hair and that dorky smirk he does. I didn't realize my feelings for Kyle until I was older, I always just thought it was the basic bully kid. But then again you can always think of the most devious things to do to the people you love. As we got older we changed. Kenny got more into drugs, Kyle got a little more insecure, which to say is really fucking adorable. Stan was in a really kinky state with Wendy, whilst I decided to loose weight. There is a little bit of baby chub in my face, but it doesn't bother me as much as it use to. I just always used to hope he would come and be with me.
I wake in my bed and check my phone. Blank as per usual, I'm never invited to anything until it involves large wads of cash or alcohol. I was the only one with a fake ID and I can pull it off really well. Due to my tallness and buff figure. So I was only included in things because of this. I get up and eat some cereal, mum isn't anywhere so she probably did an overnight job at 'work'. I knew my mum did prostitutional work, I just never brought it up with her. I mean how awkward would it be to tell your son you fucked men for money? Still, the pay is pretty good. So I don't bother to nag her too much. I finish my cereal and make myself go back up the stairs to get dressed, to get ready for the last day of school.
We don't take the bus anymore, we either walk or drive our cars. Probably for most of us it's take our parents cars, like me. I choose to take mums van most of the time, and even pick up Kenny is I feel like it. And quite frankly today I felt like it. I grab my bag and get into the van. Reverse out and head down to Kenny's.
"Kenny!" I call out beeping the horn.
He comes jumping out of the way of breaking beer bottles. He makes his way into the van and looks at me scarcely before looking back at his house, his mother is at the door yelling at him to 'Get fucked.'
"You picked the best day to pick me up Cartman." He smiles putting on his seatbelt.
"Eh, it is the last day. So why not." I say looking behind me for anything.
"Cartman." He says slowly.
"Mhm." I say still eyeing the back.
"C-can we get Butters." Kenny stutters. He never wears his hoodie so tight anymore. You would usually find him in black jeans and a maroon jumper.
"What, why?" I question.
"Please." He says.
"Fine, and it's obvious you like him Kenny. Sheesh." I smirk.
"WHAT?! H-how is it obvious!" He yells.
"Kinny. It's only obvious to smart people like me, so he doesn't know. But just ask him out already. Or kiss him for fucks sake." I answer.
"What if he's straight? And hey! He's pretty smart." He sighs.
"Kenny I'm not a fortune teller, fuck. Just hope for the best." I say watching the road.
"Is that how it's gonna be with you and Kyle." He laughs.
"Probably." I sigh. Kenny is the only person I've trusted with my little crush and quite frankly my trust with Kenny has grown pretty strong.
We get to Butters house and Kenny jumps out and knocks on his door. It seems everyone is going gay in Southy. Except for Stan. He's always been head over heels with Wendy. I don't see why, she's not the best looking. Bbt she can be a reasonable friend. I stare at the front wheel for over a minute, that until Kenny opens the door and breaks the train of thought. He gets in the back with Butters.
"Hey Eric." He chimes.
"Mornin Butters." I say looking at him through my mirror.
"Uhm, Butters." Kenny says looking straight at him.
I roll my eyes and start the car and make the biggest turn, it sends Butters flying into Kenny's chest. He screams lightly and looks up at Kenny. The blush Kenny gives off is as bright as ever. I chuckle lightly and apologize.
"S-sorry." He stutters.
"You right Kinny." I laugh.
"Y-yeah." He says covering most of his face.
The rest of the ride is silent, except for the few coughs and light sneezes coming from Butters.
"Sorry fellas, I got myself a little bit of a cold." He smiles.
"Do you want my jumper." Kenny offers.
"Nah, I think I'll be okay and I don't want to go home smelling of smoke, I'll get grounded." He lightly replies.
"Oh." Kenny says painfully.
We get to school and I drop both of them at the front of the school, I take the van around the back and park it. I get out and grab my bag and take the keys out of the jack. I shut the door and head towards the school. Most of the kids in the parking lot are crowding Token, his party is this weekend. I'm invited, but only to bring alcohol. I'll probably stay for a couple hours and leave. His parties are good, but most the time I sit around the yard and watch everyone make a fool out of themselves.
"Eric!" Token shouts and gestures me to come over.
"Token." I nod.
"You coming tonight?" He smiles.
"Am I ever to miss a black mans party." I laugh.
"Fair enough, just bring some beer." He turns back to the crowd.
I get to the front doors and open them, everyone inside is throwing toilet paper, signing shirts and crying dramatically. I go to my locker and open it up, I organize my books for when we take all our stuff and go. I hear a familiar voice on the other side.
"You guys going to Tokens?" Kyle questions.
"Heck yeah! Who knows I could get ins with Wendy again." Stan exclaims.
"Probably." I overhear Kenny. My face is still buried in my locker. I let out a brief sigh and continue to get my subjected books.
"Cartman?" His soft voice echoes in my ear. I lean back and look into his sparkling emerald eyes.
"I'm expected to go, y'know for the alcohol." I answer.
"Oh." He slumps.
I close my locker and brush past them, I would stay. But watching the Jew with Stan does to some sentimental damage. I just decide to head to my first class, Biology. I lay my school utensils on the desk and sit in my chair. Not a single soul is in the room, well until the door opened.
"Cartman?" Kyle says.
"Yeh." I reply briefly.
He takes a seat next to me and begins putting his stuff on the desk. A small note drops out of his book, he doesn't notice. I quickly grab it and begin to read over the cursive writing.
"Now where's that piece of pa-." He stops and snatches it out of my hand. "HEY! Gimme that." He blows.
"What is that?" I say, I only read a few lines. Something about someone.
"Nothing, nothing you need to snoop your nose into." His face turns a red and he shoves it in his pocket.
"Whatever." I nudge.
The biology teacher, Mr Alic opens the door and notices me and Kyle.
"You boys are here early. Must be excited for the practical were doing today." He starts putting all his work on the desk.
"Practical?" Kyle repeats.
"Yes, we'll be doing an experiment today. Since most of you have been such good students. Oh so I'd put your things away, you won't need them" He explains.
"Cool!" Kyle exclaims.
I smile at his grin, it's just too adorable. He puts back his books and other things, as do I. We sit quietly until the bell goes. Within three seconds the room is full of loud students, and then Stan walks in. He never liked me Stan. He despised me ever since Wendy had a thing for me. He walks to the front of me and Kyle, Kyle blankly looks down and twiddles his thumbs.
"What are you doing?" His voice is more of a dark tone that it usually is, and is slightly more narrowed.
"I thought maybe I could sit with Cartman. He is my friend." He mumbles, still looking down.
"What about me?" His voice rises.
"What about you?" I but in.
"Fuck off Cartman." He says brutally.
"Go finger Wendy." I spit harshly.
He takes it to offense, he huffs and takes a seat next to Clyde. Fucking bitch.
"Thanks." Kyle smirks. Which is fucking sexy.
"What's going on with him?" I ask.
"I'll tell you later, promise." He answers.
To be honest Kyle and I have been getting on lately. Which in my eyes is the best. It might be because I've stopped picking on him so hard or even for the few weeks I focused hard on school and didn't talk to anyone. I wanted to show myself that I can learn and be smart, and honestly for the weeks I focused on school. I found myself becoming closer to Kyle. Mr Alic starts the lesson by giving out stethoscopes out, he says we're going to be listening to the different parts of the human body.
"Sorry boys, there's only one left I guess you guys are gonna have to share." He says laying the stethoscope in front of us.
"You can go first." I say sliding it his way. I try to entertain myself, no use. All I can hear is the small giggles coming from the tables. And the fucking glare coming from Stan's direction. He's just fucking staring.
KYLES POV.
He hands me the stethoscope that we have to share. After that he just looks blankly around the room. I sigh lightly and put the plugs into my ears, I move the circle thing onto my chest. I hear the pump of my heart, and look up at Eric. Still looking blank. I smile lightly, I move the stethoscope towards his heart.
"What are you doing?" He asks quickly before hesitating away from the stethoscope.
"Felling you heartbeat dumbass." I smirk. "Now say still." I move it back to were it was before. His heart beats frantically, I'm closer towards him now. Pretty much inches from his chest. I look up at him and smile, he grins back and takes the plugs out of my ears.
"Okay, now I'm gonna listen to yours." He says putting the plugs in his ears.
I grab his hand and lead it around to my heart, he blushes, which causes me to blush. I smile warmly whilst he listens to my heart. But I feel a stare on me, I see Stan. He's staring right at me, I take my hand off Cartman's and move the stethoscope away back towards the desk. I still feel Stan's eyes on me, I look down at the desk and draw circles on the desk with my finger.
"Kahl." He says in that adoring accent.
"Eric I'll tell you later." I hast out
The lesson comes to an end and I put my bag over my shoulder and leave Cartman without a word. I walk past Stan and head right to the bathroom. I cup my hand in the water and splash it on my face. I grab a few towel pieces and wipe my face. I look into the mirror, I look deeper into my eyes. All I see is a scared little boy, what kind of boy is scared of his own best friend. Especially after what he did I never saw it in Stan to behave such a way. I never even knew he was like that. I begin to feel tears down my face.
"C'mon, it's gonna be fine." I say wiping my face with my jacket.
"And it'll be better if you tell me what's going on." He interrupts.
I turn and see Cartman standing behind me, his expression is so confused. He comes closer and looks down at me.
"Can you please tell me." He begs.
"It's about Stan." I start.
"I figured. What happened?" He questions.
"Well, I guess it started to happen when you started to be nicer. Y'know, you wanted to study. So when I became closer to you Stan became jealous, he invited me to the regular Saturday Sleepover. After watching our movies, I ask maybe next time we have a sleepover we should invite you. He got really mad and started to break things. Then." I trailed off and looked up at him, his eyes focused on everything I was saying.
"Kyle did he?" He asks, slightly furious.
"He hit me, on my side. He was quite shocked at first but when I winced in pain he bent down to me and threatened me if I ever leave him he'll hurt me even more." I finish.
"I'm going to fucking murder that piece of shit." His faced was fired up pure red, his eyes showed no mercy nor tolerance for any of this.
"Cartman, don't hurt him please. If you hurt him he'll know I told you and he'll come after me!" I say.
He looks down at me with precaution. He sighs and slumps his shoulders, he brushes past me and slowly exits the bathroom. I start to cry a little harder now, but after a while of having a nervous break down in the bathroom I freshen up my face and leave. I walk around the halls until the next period.
CARTMANS POV.
That little fucking brat is going to pay, why doesn't he just fuck off. I try to prevent myself from going insane and smashing things, but it's pretty hard. So fucking what Kyle likes me better. I'm probably a better friend anyway. I pace up and down the library halls. I want to hit Stan so much. I try and release my anger by reading. I pick a random comic and skim through pages, it's no use. I have to release my anger out on him. I grab my bag and leave the library. On my way through the halls I bump into no one other than Wendy.
"Fucking hell Wendy." I state.
"Calm down Eric." She softens.
"Why don't you just keep your stupid boyfriend under control." I scoff.
"What are you talking about?" She looks confused as if I'm speaking Swedish.
"Wait? Stan hasn't told you?" I stamper.
"Told me what? Is Stan cheating on me?" Her face changes from confusion to anger.
"That he fucking hit Kyle!" I yell.
"Bullshit! Stan would do no such thing to his best friend." She states.
"Wendy." I start softly. "Stan did something he will get consequences for, and I'd really appreciate if you did talk to him about this." I finish.
"But what if he hurts me?" She say cautiously.
"Well then he'll get double payment. I'm sorry he turned out this way Wendy. But I'm still going to fuck him up for what he did to my Jew." I stammered.
"Just go easy on him." She smiles.
Wendy was a good friend at times. I saw her as a friend at most, but sometimes she was a bit of a bitch. I decided to stick by Kyle's word and not fight Stan. I just decide to walk around the halls.
