Chapter 2...
"Hey mom, I'm home"
"Ok"
He had gotten home from the party, and just stepping into the house reminded him how unwanted he was. His mom was staring at her iPad, and obviously trying to ignore her only son. Knowing the drill, he went upstairs into his room, seeing his dad waiting nearby.
"Here you go Butter's, a lot of college opportunities, plan ahead" he said before walking off.
He sighed, for he knew the message behind it; in a few weeks he would be 18 and his parents would kick him out. The fact they were even bothering him with college was a blessing…well sort of. Shutting the door behind him, he went to his desk and opened his laptop, reading through a few emails, seeing some news and…..yea nothing new. He minimized all the windows, seeing his background that of that we he was famous author. So he took credit for one book, well they deserved it since they had planned to pin the blame on him (yea he learned that it wasn't because of his sleep).
But hey the real novel he wrote was successful, that was an accomplishment.
"Only all the Kardashians got shot" he reminded him.
He took out his phone, now begging it to ring; to hear Cartman's plan for the hook up despite a horrible track record.
"Come on Eric, don't fail me now" he pleaded to his phone
…
"So yet, hot face, saggy tits" bellowed Kevin before he and his brother laughed again, swaying the pickup truck they were driving.
Cartman sat in the back, annoyed of the smell the seats produced, a mixture of cigarettes and beer. He leaned back into the seat only to find a two year old burger squeeze itself from the seats. Further disgusting him, he considered abandoning the whole plan. He could easily get many of the homeless, not like Butter's would complain. Then he could exploit the ever growing depression and make even more money. A thought came when he remembered his many 10 million dollar schemes and then realized, why not bigger?
Yes, there were lots of lonely men in the world, desperate to pay anything; and he could make a lot of money, especially the way he did business, ah money…The truck came to a rough stop forcing him to focus again
"Were here Cartman, now get out before your ass makes a permanent mark on my seats."
"Are you worried about the mark or the fact your too poor to buy a new one Kenny" responded Cartman with a smug grin.
"At least my mom ain't a stripper"
"Fuck you"
…
Despite the argument, the trio went into the rundown house. Cartman already felt ill, seeing the walls coated in numerous stuff, the lights and fans barely hanging in there, the smell of a stronger sense of alcohol and smoke. The carpet stained, dirty, and wait, where those roaches?
'Ugh, poor people' thought Cartman.
While Kevin proceeded to vomit in the bathroom, Kenny somehow managed to make it upstairs, and Cartman merely stood. No way would he sit down, the car was bad enough. Time started to tick, an hour going by; making him more and more annoyed. Getting over his disgust for the place, he went upstairs, only to see Kenny passed out on the very top. Whining to himself, and nearly pissed, he kept on walking through the halls, opening and closing doors until he finally found one.
There was Karin, messy brown hair, wearing a jacket way too big for her and some ripped jeans (and no not the stylish ones). She seemed to be reading a book but he didn't care. Instead he cleared his throat for his business voice.
"Hello Ms. Karin Mccormick" he said bashing in making her jolt. "As you know I'm Eric Cartman and you look lonely. For just 9.99 plus 245% interest, I'll make your social life go from zero to hero!"
"I don't have any money" she replied, obvious anger in her voice, but as usual, Cartman was only concerned with one thing, money.
"That's ok we can do credit, I'm sure poor people like you use lots of credit so just Gahahah"
Before he knew it, a well propelled kicked slammed against the check board and ran against his stomach before being knocked down.
"Get the hell out!" she demanded
Cartman picked himself up, trying hard with his entire ego not to show the pain.
"Puff, not my fault you people make up 45% of the welfare population, maybe if your dad got a real job, you wouldn't be so dam ugly" he shot before bailing and heading outside before she knew it.
Karen slammed the door before retreating to her bed where she dove right into her book. A knock on the door made her frustrated and she thought it was Cartman coming back but when it opened it was Kenny, she briefly smiled before she realized he was drunk and her already bad mood became worse.
"What was all that yelling and screaming?" he asked clearly concerned but seemed on the verge of passing out.
"Why did you have to bring him here, he doesn't even like you" she asked.
She could never get the relationship between Cartman and the rest. An asshole he was, and yet they kept him around.
"Oh well you know, he's a friend, and yea" he yawned already forgetting the question she asked him but then remembered something.
"Oh, Cartman wanted to do a hook you up with a data"
"Oh so he can capture on camera on how we are destroying the country, no way!" she shot
She tried to read her book, to have something as a distraction, but after her anger, her curiosity grew and after initial hesitation, she asked.
"Just wondering, who was he going to set me up with?"
"Butters" Kenny mumbled before falling over and passing out for the night.