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Behind Every Hateful Act
~*~*~ Half way through their Fourth Grade Year, resident Sociopath and Anti-Semitic is led cursing and shouting from class by two men in suits and an Agent from Social Services. The next morning in Class the principal informs the class that he has been sent away, and won't be joining them in classes anymore. Now six years later, a boy named Eric returns, the students expect him to return to his plotting, sadistic ways. So why is he pick up their fallen books and smiling so sincerely? And what happened to his Mother? 3 Main Pairings Style, Cartters, And KENxOC~*~*~
Chapter 2- The New Guy
Last Time~
"Alright Class… We have a new student joining us today, please welcome-"
Now~
"Please welcome, Jacob Adams!" Mrs. Fitz smiled encouragingly out into the hall, obviously at the new student, "Come on."
A tall tanned boy with wild black hair and shocking mercury eyes strolled lazily into the room. Tattered jeans, a worn gray t-shirt, and a red plaid button down with the sleeves rolled up. He sighed glancing warily over at the teacher. His hair seemed to shine a dark navy blue, causing a few students to blink in surprise.
Mrs. Fitz gestured to the class, "go on." Causing the boy to grimace but nod reluctantly.
"I'm Jake Adams, I'm seventeen, a Junior… my Dad brought me and my family here for work related reasons. And… that's all I'm comfortable telling you." He ran an agitated hand through his hair revealing a metal littered ear. Jake scowled at the curious stares, before turning to the teacher.
"Can I sit down now?"
Mrs. Fitz looked startled but nodded with a wary smile.
Stalking angrily over to the seat beside Kenny, the only available seat, he threw down his bag before sliding into the desk.
Kenny smirked at the boy, "Welcome to Hell on Earth."
"I'm thinking that's an understatement," Jake smirked, cocking an eyebrow at the other boy, the indents above and below the brow indicated that it had probably been pierced as well at some point.
Kenny shrugged a crooked grin pulling at his lips, "Probably, names Ken." He hadn't gone by Kenny since Elementary School.
Jake shook his hand firmly, a wary grin in place "Jake."
"Dude," Kenny turned his hand looking at the other boys inner wrist, reading the black lines curiously. "Lisa J. Adams" with RIP tattooed under it.
"My mom," Jake pulled his hand away, frowning at his wrist "she died when I was eleven."
Kenny nodded, and for the rest of the homeroom they sat in silence.
BEHA
Jake quickly caught up with Kenny after class, looking awkward and nervous.
"Hey… Um I was just wondering… if you could… maybe tell me where my next class was?"
Kenny blinked in surprise, before an amused crooked grin tugged at his lips, "Let me see your class list," he held his hand out.
Jake gave another wary little smile back, handing him the sheet.
Kenny glanced over it, quirking a brow in surprise, "A lot of these are sophomore classes."
"Yeah… I kinda went down a bad road for a while and my grades suffered for a while. So I'm still technically considered a sophomore but I'm really only a semester behind." Jake admitted scratching his ear awkwardly.
Kenny nodded in understanding, "Hey man I get it, no judgment dude."
"Thanks so… can you help me out?" Jake asked hopefully, a small pleading spark in his eye.
"Yeah man, word of caution though Ms. Garrison the English teacher," Kenny pointed to the class after lunch, Jake glanced at him curiously "He used to be my fourth grade teacher."
Jake frowned looking confused, "Ok, I don't…you just said he." A wary expression crossed the other boys face.
"Yes I did," Kenny smirked, looking amused by his new friend's confusion, "Ms. Garrison gets a sex change every few months, he was originally a man though. But trust me Dude there are some men that just don't do feminine well and Ms. Garrison is one of them."
Jake blinked at him in shock, "So that's what he meant." He mumbled looking a bit disturbed.
Kenny raised a curious brow, but didn't say anything, "So your next class here is World Lit with 'Professor' Ridge. Most of us call him Mr. Frigid behind his back, but I wouldn't call him that to his face unless you like detention." Kenny smirked, as if laughing at a private joke.
Jake raised a brow, but otherwise nodded.
"World Lit is upstairs, we're in the same class, so I'll show you the way." Kenny waved him forward, encouraging him to follow.
JAJAJA
Being the new kid is never easy, especially when you're doing it alone. Jake's Cousin and Stepsister were supposed to be in a few of his classes with him, as well as his lunch, but they'd opted to stay home and finish unpacking. Jake had been 'nominated' by the other two to come early and scope it out.
His Cousin had been 'advised' (Basically told) to see the School's Academic advisor about some of his classes. Jake wouldn't be surprised if they tried to bully him into taking Advanced Courses. Actually, he fully expected them to try to badger him into skipping a few grades. You see, Ric was incredibly smart, so smart that their last school had tried bribing their family into staying. But Ric's passion would always be his music, his parents encouraged Ric's love of music from the start, hoping it might help him overcome some of his anger and self loathing. Music had truly saved Ric and helped the three of them form a strong familial bond.
Jake's Stepsister was a different story, he fully expected her to rant about the obvious sexist view this little town had when it came to sports. The only two 'sports' available for her would be Cheerleading or Dance. They did have Football, Soccer, Baseball, and Hockey, but none of them were available to the female students. Eli (A.N. Pronounced E-Lie) would not be happy. But she'd get over it, it would give her more time for music with him and Ric anyway, something they hadn't had much time for last year.
By the time lunch rolled around he'd met Bebe Stevens (Who'd immediately begun flirting relentlessly), Liam Carr, Chuckie Worhall, Tweek Tweak, and Craig Tucker (Who flicked him off upon meeting him the shithead!). He hadn't found many other people he even halfway liked (This place was like a damn movie with all these stereotypical cliques), so Ken and his friends had invited him to sit with them. He liked pretty much all of them, except maybe Chuckie, the dude gave off a bad vibe in Jake's personal opinion.
At the end of the day he walked with Ken, Bebe, and Liam to the Parking lot hoping his Cousin and/or Stepsister remembered to pick him up.
The strumming of a guitar could be heard as he exited the main doors.
SMSMSM
Stan sneered watching the New Kid Jack, or some other shitty name, chatting with the man slut McCormick and his trailing STD's down the hall. The kid looked like a walking side show attraction, who the hell had blue hair? The freak ticked him off! Whatever.
Stan shoved Stoley's books and papers, to the ground ignoring his nerd girlfriends protests and insults… at least he thought they were insults, she was using words he didn't understand, like caliginous… What the hell did Caliginous mean? And what the hell was a nerf-herder?
Stan rolled his eyes ignoring the two weaklings chuckling as Token rambled on about a date he had with Nichole earlier that week, he was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and had a pervy look on his face.
"T-man you DOG," Stan crowed out laughing.
Token just smirked looking pleased with himself, "So how're things with Heidi, Big Man on Campus Bro, tell me you're hittin that."
Stan shrugged he was getting bored with her again, they'd have fun for a while, then he'd get bored. Heidi would pitch a bitch fit, Stan would screw one her friends, Heidi would destroy her socially, they would make-up while the girl hid in shame for a few months before crawling back. That was Stan's life. But he was tired of it, he wanted something new. He wanted SOMEONE new. Heidi was the Head Cheerleader though. She was also the Dance Team Captain so there went that idea. And Stan would shoot himself in the foot before slumming it with a Nerd or one of McCormick's leftovers.
"I don't know man, Heidi's getting old, I think I'm really done with her."
Token froze looking at him in shock, "Dude, Heidi's Queen Bee round here, you sure your ready for that drama? Besides your QB Bro, you can't be single. Any girl you date will automatically fall to Heidi's wrath. She's got you by the Balls man."
"Dude I know what they'll say," Stan glared at his best friend, he seriously wasn't helping, "But I'm bored man, I want a challenge, Heidi's too easy."
Token leaned against the lockers his Football gear over his shoulder (Coach cancelled practice for the day), "Look man, I get it Heidi can be a Mega Bitch, but you know how she is about 'the social order'. Bitch is Crazy when it comes to that shit. She's practically tattooed her name on your ass, none of the girls are gonna wanna risk pissing her off by 'stealing her man'. You're Captain of the Football team she's Head Cheerleader, in her twisted mind, you're hers."
Stan grunted hauling his duffle bag into a more secure position on his shoulder. He turned and started for the parking lot just as McCormick was passing. He wasn't in the mood to insult the burnout so he let him pass unhindered.
Token glanced at him in concern noticing the lack of insults, "White Bitches are Crazy as Shit Bro," he offered sympathetically.
Stan nodded, didn't he know it.
Angry shouting down the hall caught his attention, glancing back he saw Nerd girl and Stoley pointing in his direction while a spitting mad Nerd King began storming towards him, looking murderous and holding a stack of sopping wet folders. Stan wasn't in the mood to deal with the boys PMs so he rolled his eyes and sped up catching Tokens arm to rush him.
Token glanced back before barking out a laugh and speeding up.
They burst through the doors chortling in amusement, while the Nerd King cursed and swore at them in different languages, or what sounded like foreign languages. Stan's stomach did this funny little flip, hmm maybe he'd find someone who spoke another language… that'd be Hot!
The sound of a Guitar in the distance caught his attention. "Dude." He caught Token's arm.
"Dude?" He followed Stan's line of sight cocking a brow in surprise.
Three Elementary school kids were dancing around in the parking lot while a tall unfamiliar boy with shaggy brown hair strummed out joyful little tunes looking amused. Dude looked like he could be a Linebacker with his build, but he was playing music?
"Dude is that McCormick's little sister?" Token pointed to the happy little Brunette being twirled by a slightly older boy with wild raven locks and obvious Latino features. Stan frowned in confusion, who were these people?
"JAKE! THERE YOU ARE!"
Stan stumbled as someone barreled past him shouting.
Long golden locks danced gracefully as the girl raced down the steps toward the boy sitting on the bed of what looked like a new Ford F150 Raptor Token whistled lowly admiring the Truck, and the girl, from a distance.
"Marsh!" Nerd King snarled shoving his shoulder.
Stan scowled down at the shrimp, "Broflovski, don't you have a teacher to hassle over a mismarked assignment, you pesky little grade-grubber."
"Mr. Balick's miscalculation could've cost me an entire letter grade on that assignment, I didn't ask him to raise my grade I simply let him know he miscalculated and asked for him to fix it. I'd have done the same if he'd graded it to high as well." The Nerd King griped. "I think you owe me an apology. NOW!"
Stan and Token cracked amused smirks, "Oh really, and why's that?"
Nerd King held up the folders soaked in water, "My Thesis on how a 'Criminals state of mind affects their behavior and the crime they commit' muscle head!"
"Dude, what class is that for?" Token asked in disbelief, scratching his ear nervously.
The Nerd King pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's not for any class, I was writing it in preparation for my College Applications you Neanderthals."
'Neanderthals' Stan mouthed at Token in disbelief, while Broflovski ranted at them. Token rolled his eyes before shoving the smaller man backward down the steps.
"Hey!"
Stan blinked staring at the blond girl who caught Broflovski's wind milling form halfway down the steps. Dark Mahogany eyes piercing him accusingly, as she helped him straighten up, and scowled right at him and Token.
"What the hell is your problem? You could've seriously hurt him!"
Stan swallowed thickly. The girl was curvy and slender with flawless golden skin and a tiny waist. Her jeans and jacket hugging her figure alluringly. Physically she was perfect, but if the look she was giving Stan meant anything, he doubted she felt the same right now.
"Well Asshole?" she demanded looking as if she would begin tapping her foot at him at any second.
The new guy, Jimmy… Jeff? Whatever. Followed by Kenny and the guy who was playing Guitar a second ago came jogging up behind her.
"Eli?" Jesse(?) asked awkwardly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
'Eli', what an oddly attractive name for a girl, glanced back at him quickly "These asshole's shoved him down the stairs!"
Broflovski was scowling up at Token, basically ignoring the girl who saved his scrawny ass.
"Look," Stan held his hands up peaceably, hoping to get a full name… and maybe her number, "It was an accident, Token didn't mean to shove him down the steps. Broflovski just got in our faces and Token got a bit agitated. He's sorry alright? I'm Stan Marsh by the way,… and you are?"
Eli raised a skeptical brow, "Not buying it. Go fuck yourself Stan Marsh." She smiled sarcastically at him before spinning on her heel.
"Woah there Kitten, back up." Guitar Dude spun her around staring Token and him down, blue eyes like steel, "Maybe they are sorry, they'll obviously apologize if they are… right Stan Marsh?"
Stan's jaw clenched at the expectant look Jordan(?), Guitar Dude, and Eli gave him. "I'm-"
"Screw you Jockhead!" Broflovski snapped, shoving through the crowd of four behind him.
McCormick shot him an unimpressed scowl, "Way to go Asshole, you make any Freshman cry today as well?"
"Dude was crying?" Token chuckled, sobering quickly when Stan glared at him.
Eli scoffed shrugging off Guitar dude's arm, "I knew it, just another Musclehead Jock with a bad attitude."
Jacob (that sounded right) rubbed his neck uncomfortably. "Well that was my Stepsister Eli," he mumbled to McCormick, "This is Ric my Cousin, Ric this is Kenny."
Ric nodded at McCormick still looking at Stan with an oddly grim expression, "What's up. Jake I'm gonna go grab Eli and Mattie I'll meet you in the Truck."
"Kenny!" little Karen came barreling over slamming into Kenny's legs.
McCormick stumbled catching himself quickly, "Hey Kar, how'd you get here?" he asked looking worried.
"I came over with Matthew," she pointed out the boy Ric was ushering into his Truck, before whispering conspiratorially giggling, "He's cute!"
McCormick stared down at her in horror, "You're not old enough to find anybody cute!"
"Dude, your little sisters adorable," Jake grinned at the startled girl, "I'll see you Tomorrow man." He waved as he jogged off to his Cousin's Truck.
"He's cute too," Karen blushed waving after the Truck.
McCormick looked even more horrified, "Kar! He's way too old for you!-"
The siblings bickered back and forth, Karen adamantly stating she WAS old enough to date and that Jake was going to be her boyfriend. McCormick looked like he was about to have a stroke or something as they walked off.
"Freaks," Stan mumbled, though Karen's crush was sort of cute and amusing, and McCormick's reaction was hilarious, not that he'd ever admit that out loud.
Token nodded scratching his head waryily, "My house to play GTA?"
"Meet you there," The two boys took off for their cars, waving goodbye to classmates on the way.
ECJAEM
Eli scowled out the window arm wrapped protectively around her younger half-brother. Ric was gripping the wheel tightly expression grim.
"Wasn't Stan Marsh supposed to be a nice guy," Eli spat out the name like it was something disgusting. Jake grimaced glancing at the darkening expression on Ric's face.
Ric looked about ready to rip the steering wheel off the dash and whip it at her, "He was when we were kids, but it's been six years Elena, get off my damn back."
Eli shot him a glare, "Well Eric he seemed like a total tool to me."
"How the Hell was I supposed to know okay," Eric snapped glancing back at her angrily, "And more to that, why are you pissed? It's not like one of your friends grew up into a total dick!"
Eli winced, snapping out of her angry haze, "Sorry, bullies really piss me off, I should've let it get to me. Sorry I snapped."
Ric shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he pulled up to a red light, "Who was he pushing around anyway."
"Don't know," Eli sighed, rubbing her neck as the light turned green, "didn't really pause for a name."
The rest of the drive home was spent with the three asking Matthew about school.
"We're Home~" Ric practically sang, throwing the door open.
"Bienvenida!" I have gingersnap cookies on the counter for you kids, help yourselves!"
"Thanks Rosa," Jake grinned hurrying into the kitchen.
"Gracias Mamá," Mathew and Elena cheered, following him in.
Ric placed a sweet kiss on the woman's cheek smiling in a relaxed sort of way, "Thank you Mama Rosa."
Rosa Adams caught his face in her hands, mahogany eyes tinted with concern, "Mi hijo, tus ojos. What's bothering you?"
Ric pulled the shorter woman into a bear hug attempting to bury himself in the comfort she gave him. "Nothing I can't handle. Things defiantly have changed since I left."
"Oh it's been six years Mi hijo, things we're bound to change. I'm sorry you're disappointed though." She pulled back placing a tender hand to his cheek, "Go join your brothers and sister in the kitchen, I know you love my Gingersnaps."
Ric smiled placing another kiss on her cheek, "Love you Mama Rosa," before rushing into the Kitchen with a quick 'Save some for me you animals!'
Rosa smiled sadly, 'Mi hijo pobre, I really hope things get better for you.'
~B.E.H.A~
Yes Eric Cartman is back in South Park! Yes his Step-mother is Hispanic. Don't criticizes me saying Cartman wouldn't be affectionate towards her this is my Story! And unlike on South Park, where Cartman's just a spoiled little Anti-Semitic bastard. Growing up in a different household changed him so there :P
Bienvenida- Welcome!
Mi hijo- My boy
Tus ojos- Your eyes
Mi hijos pobre- My poor boy
I'm Sorry it's been so long! I've been having a hard time and trying to motivate myself to write, I didn't want to give you anything half-assed so I've been reading and revising for a while. I hope you enjoy it I'm sorry if it's a bit short.