A/N: This chapter is really short, but I think it's a pretty good one. It reveals some things about what happened in the past, and it's pretty dramatic.

I mean – who doesn't like drama?

Anyways, I don't own South Park and all that jazz. Because if I did, I would make this the second movie. Haha.

Chapter 2: The Truth.

(September 12th)

Normal P.O.V.

Christophe stared at the boy across from him curiously. It had been a week since they had met, and he had practically clung to him like some long lost best friend at every chance he could. But, at the moment, he was devouring the lunch said French boy had bought for him like his life depended on it. Which, considering the fact it was Kenny, it probably did.

After a pause, Christophe asked Kenny, "Your friends are over zere. Why do you choose to sit with me still?"

The question resulted in Kenny choking on his food slightly. "Uh… be… cause… I feel a connection with you?" It was obviously a forced answer.

"…Tell me ze truth or else I will ask zem why zey don't seem to care." Christophe paused thoughtfully before continuing, "I 'ave to go over zere anyways." So he got up without another word and started towards the table where the three boys, along with their friends, sat.

"H-hey!" Kenny exclaimed, before he groaned and slumped down in his seat, aware that Christophe didn't care. "Stupid Frenchie…"

"'Ey, you. Fat-ass."

Eric turned to Christophe with a 'don't-fucking-push-me' scowl. "You talkin' to me?"

Christophe paused in mock thought and looked around the table before replying, "Oui. I don't see any other fat-ass 'ere, do you?"

Eric got up and was immediately restrained by Stan. "Let go of me Stan! This sonuvabitch is going to get his ass kicked," Eric growled, "into next fucking week!"

Kyle sighed irritably, "Cartman… don't."

"But –"

Suddenly recognition dawned over Stan. "Hey – you're that mercenary kid from the war!" he paused, "Err… Christophe, right?" He let go of Eric then, because he realized restraint wasn't necessary.

Christophe smirked slightly. "Oui, zat would be me. You are Stanly zen, correct?"

Stan looked at him thoughtfully. "Yeah." At the mention of who it was, a little of the color retreated from Eric's face. 'Fuck. That means he can probably fight. ..Fuck!'

Christophe leaned forward until he was within a foot of Stan. "Well, I 'ave a question for you Stan. Eet involves a …friend of yours," he drawled.

Stan stared at him and stated simply, "A friend?" which earned him a nod. "Which friend?"

"Kenneth."

Normal P.O.V.

Christophe returned to his table after promising Eric a fight after school. Right at 3 o'clock. It was just the time for a fight. It was classic. …And that's just the reason why Eric suggested it.

"Kenny…"

Said boy stood up quickly, his hood falling off in the process. His eyes were fiery and seemed to become so much bluer. His blonde hair caught the cafeteria lights and gained an almost golden sheen. It was obvious he was hurt. "Sh-shut up! Why can't you just leave well enough alone?!" At Kenny's raised voice, most everyone in the cafeteria turned to them. Including Kenny's 'friends'. Drama kept everyone alive within these walls after all.

He lowered his voice slightly, but it still shook. "Why couldn't you let me pretend? Let me be happy until the day it would finally sink in. The day I would realize my fucking 'friends' abandoned me!"

Christophe stepped closer. "Kenny," he said firmly.

The blonde haired boy just continued his rant, unaware of everyone to the point where his voice started riding again. "Yeah? Well, you know what? I don't need you, I don't need them… I DON'T NEED ANYBODY."

Christophe reached out to try and grab hold of his hysterical friend. Kenny easily dodged his arm and flipped off the table where Stan, Kyle and Eric sat.

Afterwards he just turned and ran out of the cafeteria.

Christophe groaned, "Fuck."

A/N: What'll happen next?! Only I and the people who have already read this story will know! Ha-ha.

But this chapter was mildly edited. And stuff…

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