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Well yes, it happened guys, I actually for once got this story back on its track. Finally improving, basically everything. Just making the story go smoother. Things have been added and the plot has been regulated. I´m in the process of finishing the newer chapters to regulate them so I´ll be able to continue the story.

I´m sorry about the confusion, but I´m working on it - but yes, the latest chapters as of now is not 100% legit -.-

Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 3: It's all about Chemistry


Cartman´s POV

Mr Mackey, a complicated case, to put it that way. He had always been a jolly guy, optimistic in his own way, and trying his best to help others. Though of course, he had his own issues. And not just a few either.

Having to deal with the kids of South Park was probably the biggest issue of them all. For his mental health at least.

"M´kay so….. maybe we can take it from the start….." The older man, who had surely started to feel the years´ effect on his body, was in his usual spot. In his usual office. Doing the usual thing:

Listening to some kids´ bitching while trying to not snap

"Well, as I´ve already explained - I have no reason to be here other than the usual bullshit: I´m the evil mastermind behind everything. Like, give me a /break/. I don't plan revenge and shit….all the time…Only on Saturdays and Sundays actually."

"Fatass deserves to be in trouble all the time…." Craig muttered. "At least he-"

And here we go again… if he's not moping and bitching about how fucked up everyone is, he´s having his rants about how he is right and they're wrong - FOR FUCKS SAKE, who even GIVES A SHIT?! Ugh…. I'm done… can't I just leave? Well, I don't want to piss off too many teachers if I'm going to finish my master plan…. but oh well let´s see… what can I do… hmmm…..

Abmindlessly glancing around the room, the brunet seemed to be completely shutting out the conversation. Though you couldn't blame him, it sucked. It had always been like this. Unfair. Uncalled for. Just utterly - stupid. Basically most of his life, pretty tragic really. But who could you blame when you lived in a town like South Park.

The office hadn´t changed much since the older days. Maybe, a bit more messy than usual. But apart from some clearly worn out walls and furniture, it was pretty much the same as it had only been. What stood out the most would probably be Mackey, having grown grey and old. Both figuratively and literally. At least hair dye existed.

Or well, there was something else that stood out more than the old man. Which needed more than just some hair dye to get toned down: An orange

'A brainless, retarded fuckboy' as Cartman would have called it. Eric was often, or rather always, wrong about his assumptions. And if not wrong, he sure as hell were overreacting. Though unfortunately for the orange tanned boy beside them, Cartman´s way of perceiving Kyle was no different from the rest of the town.

Can't he at least NOT overdo the self-tanning that much? I mean, for real - it´s fucking stupid. Ugly. Pathetic. Why would you even DO that?! No - trying to make sense out of this would just be pointless. Jersey people have never made sense. I swear, not even ONCE - NOT ONCE - have I met a normal functioning Jersey freak. I mean, if they AT LEAST looked normal - maybe - JUST - just maybe they would be taken seriously. BUT NO - overdoing Botox, self-tanning, plastic surgery - and makeup, don't EVEN GET ME STARTED on makeup - maybe then. Only then, they would be closer to be normally functioning people. Of course, that would be possible if their brain weren't underdeveloped like that. For fuck's sake it-

"Eric? Eric, are you listening?" With about 3 pairs of eyes staring right through him, he couldn't have been in a more uncomfortable situation. This wasn't the first time he spaced out. It was an abnormality to not.

"Huh? Fuck - yeah? What?"

Shaking his head in disbelief, Mackey locked eyes with the brunet.

"Eric, we need to do something with your daydreaming, M´kay? I know it´s normal for people your age but-"

"I´m not daydreaming! The fuck?! That´s gay, and I'm not gay - SO JUST FUCKING C-" Getting rudely interrupted by a certain raven haired boy, the boy sent him a death glare.

"I´m sure deep throating Butters with your tongue is straight too-"

"THAT NEVER HAPPENED! IM NOT GAY!"

"Eric! Eric please, your voice - keep it down, M´kay?"

The elder man carefully spoke up, only to be interrupted with what couldn't be more than barks from Cartman.

"I'M NOT GOING TO STAY SILENT YOU FUCKING BALLOON HEAD. FUCK THIS!" As said as done, without further comments the boy was soon out of the room. Leaving behind a last 'goodbye' by slamming the door shut with all his force. Of course, that wasn't little enough. he might be lazy, and even fat if he ever was to admit that - but weak. That was something he wasn´t. Which, unfortunately, was something several of Mr Mackey´s belongings would suffer the consequences by. A mirror, a couple photographs and even a lamp were pushed onto the floor, shattered and broken. The few objects that were left unharmed, mostly the windows, were trembling from the impact. Lasting for a couple seconds as well.

It spoke for itself that this would lead to a detention or five.

(...)

Six actually, six whole detentions were handed to the oh so "poor" boy - who obviously knew well what he was doing and the consequences he would get. Though despite his little scene, six would probably be too much. One or two would be reasonable - but six? Logically that´s correct, but the principle follows everything but logic. The fact he´s a PC is more than enough explanation to why.

He should be happy it wasn't sixty

Though the six detentions, spread out on the equal amount of weeks, were eventually finished. Of course, Cartman wasn't the one to actually get anything done during those painful hours. Naps were always a great option or planning new evil schemes for later.

Apart from the horrifyingly boring hours in the library each Friday, the days went by as per usual. Despite from one small, tiny weeny factor: Jersey

I would have assumed that primate would head back to his fucking hometown to go ahead and go about with his usual business - but no. He just HAAaaaAAAd to stay. Stay and continue to piss me the FUCk off. Oh ho - no - no that´s not all, he had to pretend to be smart. Yes! Yes, it´s just a game! He´s cheating on everything - copying other smart people. It´s just a game for him, arguing in class about politics like he knows anything else than sex positions. Pretending like he OWNS the place. One Testaburger was more than enough! So. Fucking. Enough…..

Jersey. Jew. Ginger - or Daywalker as Eric would have described it. The new student had surely grown into an annoyance for the "poor" boy. 'The three evil J's', something he, obviously, had not expected. Yes, the new student was horrid - Even awful. Though his skills when it comes to spelling, was on a whole other level. He should probably get it checked.

He was lost in his thoughts, again. It seemed to have become more of a routine to him, thoughts about pretty much anything. How fucked up the world is and how everything will eventually screw themselves over, how this town is going to be the death of him. How the Gingers are still planning to take over and make everyone who's not following them suffer - the usual stuff. It wasn't really enough hatred left for people from New Jersey, which was possibly the cause of whatever frustration the brunet had.

Fuck this I don't have time for this - at all, great way to almost repeating myself there. But yeah yeah, evil scheme. I had something planned, didn´t I? Oh yeah, revenge. For when the Chemistry teacher gave me a freaking F - how DARE he almost make me fail the class?! He should pay with his death, nothing less. I'm probably too generous, should have made him suffer more. Though letting him burn alive should be…. intriguing...

Smirking proudly to himself, he passed the class he was supposed to have, aka Chemistry. Who would have guessed...

Honestly, he wasn´t sure on how effective his plan would end up being. The trap was neatly placed under the teacher´s desk, he knew such.

Though once the alarm went off, he kn

ew for sure he´d forgotten an important detail:

Fire

"Shit, of course, flammable shit is in there - EY!" He grunted when he was hit by the wave of panicking students, frantically trying to get out.

"Watch out, fucking - let me get through - don´t push!" Struggling and fighting the mass, Eric was eventually shoved into

a room, hitting his head in the process before fainting.