I still can't believe that Cartman even asked me that. It was so embarrassing, did he actually expect me to answer that?! Who would even ask that?
I mean, sure I sort of have the 'girliest' figure in the group, according to Kenny, but do they really expect me to be gay. I've already accepted it, but I'm still not ready to admit it, especially not to Cartman…
After the bell rang, it was time for everybody to leave, and hopefully, with any luck, I won't run into him agai – ah!
My papers go flying into the air, I can see them falling to the ground slowly, and I suddenly get lifted up, off the ground. My vision is blurry, but I can see something red…
After a while, I'm able to open my eyes, and see that I'm clutching onto something that appears to be a sweater. Is it Clyde, or perhaps even Pip? Or…
I look up to my rescuer, and to my surprise, it's non-other than Cartman, with a slightly agitated look of distain on his face. Of course, the one person I didn't want to see, I have to bump into...
I expect him to either laugh at me for being a 'clumsy Jew' or start burying me in questions like before, but…he doesn't. He doesn't do any of those things.
"Watch where you're going Jew." He grunts as he releases me, and plants me carefully on the ground. He picks up my papers and books as he shoves them in my arms before plainly walking away.
Well….that was…confusing…I guess. He had never been that calm before, and he truly looked agitated. Maybe he was in distress, or perhaps something was bothering him? I need to find out.
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I walk the same path as Cartman does going home. I spot him and catch up to him.
"Uh, hey Cartman!" I say as I try to regain my breath from running. I wasn't really that athletic. I could imagine he was either.
He said nothing as he continued to walk, not even turning. His hands were shoved in his pockets. He slightly bobs his head though. I realize that he's listening to music.
I walk behind him and tap him on the shoulder. His eyes widen, thinking that he's under attack, he swiftly turns around and tackles me, clasping me to the ground making me wince under his immense weight.
Just when I think he's going to kill me, he gasps and shuffles off of me. He reaches down, offering me a helping hand, as strange as it might be. I think it's a trick, that as soon as I reach for it, he'll pull it away and let me fall down again as he laughs, but, I reach for it, and he helps me up.
"Gotta be careful Jew boy." He sighs as he stuffs his mp3 in his pockets.
"Oh, um…thanks…sorry." I blush, unsure of what to do next as he starts walking away.
"Well, you coming or not, Kahl?" he asks, frustration building on his face again.
"Uh, yeah." I nod as I get up and follow him. He's acting so strange. He wasn't like this at lunch time. Was he really joking about the whole gay thing that he asked me earlier…?
A/N: *gags* SO….OUT…OF CHARACTER! *cough, cough* *dies* X_X