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Cafeteria Cliques/Eric

I was livid.

I was absolutely furious.

I was in a fucking rage.

Kyle must have decided to blow us off. The nerve that little bastard had. All innocent and submissive, just blowing me off. ME! Trying to be the suave guy I was I continued shoveling steak into my mouth as I watched the door. My concentration, which isn't good at the best of times, was nearly nonexistent when I was multitasking, so I ended up trying to push the steak into my cheek, with streaks of steak sauce going from my mouth all down my cheek. Sniffing in indignation I turned away from the door, which I had not been staring at, no way, and grabbed a napkin to wipe my face with.

I froze.

Sucking a deep breath in, I opened my senses. I heard the stampede of people. Snatches of conversation sounded in my overly sensitive ears. The pure stench of untouched, zero magic, no powers, human. Opening my eyes I looked in the direction of the smell. With another breath I smelled the strangest magic I had ever encountered, it was wrapped around him like a cloak, but not attached directly to him.

As soon as I opened my eyes I saw him. How could I not, his clothes were the opposite of normal for this place. Bright colors and neon shoes, brilliant makeup and wild hair were the norm here, he stuck out from the way he looked more than his human normalness. Even my cool guy calm couldn't handle that, him being so obvious, and completely unaware of his vulnerability.

When he brushed against the arm of a mean looking boy I knew to be a Werewolf my already fraying strands of composure snapped and I called out to him, before the Werewolf boy could react.

"Kyle, we're over here!" even waving my arm a little so he saw me.

Ignoring the stares my friends, and indeed everyone in the room, were giving me I smiled when he turned around and saw me. He turned back around a moment and tugged on some ones sleeve, I couldn't see who, and said something even my ears couldn't distinguish. The person didn't turn around, so I couldn't tell who he was, all I could see was his height, not many taller figures around here, Height comes with power and power, real true power, is rare as magic beans.

When Kyle turned back around he walked toward my group smiling. His walk was out of sorts with the look on his face. He seemed to be overjoyed, but his walk, he was acting like a puppy kicked so many times he just couldn't stand tall enough for his master to kick him again. When I looked back to the doors to catch a glimpse of the boy he'd come in with I didn't see him, searching the lunch line didn't work.

By the time I gave up Kyle was within talking distance of the table.

"Hello Eric! Am I still allowed to sit here?" he asked quietly, looking straight over my head.

I gave him credit his lip didn't tremble and his back was strait but I could smell his fear. Fear that I would say no. fear that this was a trick to make him feel weaker. My face grew hard.

"Yes Kyle please sit."

"Who are you?" Butters, a boy we called shark these days, asked bearing his dagger teeth, his voice had a nasty edge I didn't like.

"This" I interfered before Kyle could say a word. "Is my new friend, Kyle Broflowski? The one from French I've been telling you about."

"Relax Eric. Sharkster isn't like you; he can't see the point of picking up stray little creatures. I admit even I'm puzzled, I mean look at him, he screams 'Take me I'm weak' and wears submissive like French perfume!" Bebe said as Kyle sat trying to decrease the tension in the air.

Her middle name should've been olive branch; she always tried to play both sides, making everyone happy. Kyle decided to ignore her comment, or maybe he hadn't heard. He sat, taking the seat opposite me and pulled out a tin lunch box from his bag. It was old metal and the scraped up paint didn't give any clues as to what was supposed to cover it.

"Eric I'm so sorry. I just um, couldn't find the cafeteria; I would have been here earlier if I could have. I'm sorry. Stan something helped me here or I never would have been able to get here before the bell rang. It's the second time he helped me today, the first time was to find the office you know." His voice was high and he was very nervous.

"Oh that's O-" my words died in my throat as I processed his words. Had he said Stan? Cold One, Murderer of innocent's. Mortal enemy of me and any other sane creature.

"As in Marsh? Stan motherfucking Marsh? He helped you?" my throat felt thicker and I knew I needed to calm down but Stan!

"Yea, I guess. It was. Why, you guys know him?" he asked carelessly as he pulled and orange out of the lunch box with an identity crisis, he didn't even bother to look up.

He was lucky. Bebe's face was twisted in something between horror and disgust, she hated the would-be dead almost more than anyone I knew. Butters face was a frozen mask of shock, almost unable to register a weakling like Kyle talking to and walking away from a top notch bloodsucker like Stan. And my own face was hardly pretty, but unlike the others I was mostly just mad, seemed to happen like that a lot lately.

"Know him? I suppose you could say that." I said, fighting to make the words come out normal, measured, so we had time to compose ourselves before he looked up.

The strain must have shown in my voice because Bebe gave me a look, her Sun darkend face hardening in a 'we are smart enough, move the conversation along boy's' way.

"Kyle, why did he talk to you? What did he say?" I asked hesitantly, shaking my head gently towards Bebe to reassure her I knew what I was doing.

Kyle didn't look away from the orange he was scratching at fruitlessly, pun intended, as he replied.

"Nothing, really it was nothing at all. He told me how to get here. Said life at South Park was interesting and that he would see me very soon." I relaxed, an ominous message of sorts I expect, but relatively harmless.

"I was just a little taken aback is all; he's, almost, a very important member of a gang. I just thought if he was talking to you it would have been something noteworthy." I finished, looking away from Butter's gaping mouth and Bebe's burning eyes.

Maybe I had said too much but I had to warn the boy before he ended up freefalling into that kind of danger. Kyle froze in his struggle with the orange.

"The principal assured me, most explicitly, that no Gangs, or any form of organized hate group were permissible on the premises and any persons found to be implicated in such groups were instantaneously withdrawn from educational facilities and brought before courts." Kyle's voice had risen an octave and his speech had went from regular teen to collage professional in a zero to sixty way that promised worse to come.

The smell of fear that wafted off of him caused Butter's and Bebe's eyes to smolder silver, power trickled its way across my skin, a delicious wave of heat. I growled a low warning that had nothing to do with human needs and everything to do with animal possessiveness; no one would eat this creature but me.

"It's not that type of gang-" I began, hoping my vocal cords would get the message I was franticly sending them to stay human.

Kyle cut me off though, his voice going even higher

"He Expressly said no Gangs!" his eyes had widened and he looked like a horse ready to throw his rider and bolt.

"Kyle is there a problem?" Bebe asked carefully, in a voice you use when you're speaking to the slow or stupid, and personally I didn't blame her.

I admired her for the face that she could form words around the cloying scent of absolute undiluted terror roiling off the boy in waves. We three stared at him hard, his breathing slowed to normal and his eyes gradually lost their wild and feral look. He took one last deep breath before beginning his apology.

"I'm sorry about that, guys, it's just…" he trailed off looking ashamed. He wouldn't lie to us but he hadn't told the truth either.

The orange in his hands was squeezed so tight I was surprised it hadn't leaked on his hand yet.

"Kyle, do you know Bebe or Butters yet?' I asked shattering the tense silence, since Kyle wasn't saying anything else. Kyle looked up appreciatively from his orange, and smiling, shook his head. I grinned wide.

"Well this little tid-bit is Bebe." I indicated the girl on my right.

He glanced at her, and then glanced back. Bebe was a lot to take in at once. Her hair depended on her mood, and varied day to day from lemon yellow to night black, today it was spoofed in an eighties attempt at defying gravity in fire truck red. She always wore brilliantly mismatched clothes in blinding colors and today was no different. Her outfit consisted of an orange skirt, just to the tops of her knees in ruffles, a purple vest over a long sleeve lime green and watermelon pink shirt, a pair of yellow and red horizontally striped tights and a pair of skater shoes in metallic gold. Paired with her golden honey colored skin and her green eyes, flashing silver in lights like the animal she was, she was quite a sight and Kyle was fascinated.

"Now this ferocious kid is Butters, or the Shark." I pointed to Butters, still stuffing his face with mystery meat.

Butters is basically a normal teenager; the only remarkable thing at first glance is his utterly unremarkable features. He had medium brown hazel eyes, medium build, and thin blond hair in a not too-long hair cut. When he opened his mouth though, no one asked him any questions. His teeth were twin rows of dagger sharp teeth in pristine white and crowded his mouth, like they should belong to someone with a much larger jaw, and in fact they did. The teeth gave him a lot of leeway, he was the kind of boy who played Hello Kitty Island adventure for hours.

Butters and I had experimented as kids with our powers, who wouldn't?

We had both shifted to early, when we were only about eleven. Werewolves normally don't shift until puberty or later because our human bodies can't handle the changing back and forth required at least once monthly. When we shifted I had ascended, which is basically how you tell who's dominate, Alpha's eyes stay a permanent silver color, even when human, but Butters wasn't so lucky.

When I ascended I gained the power to shift easily between my skins, Butters didn't. Butters was forced to stay in the form of a wolf for four days. When he shifted back his teeth were glistening and dangerous.

"His full name is Leopold Stotch, but we call him Butters, or to newer folks, Shark 'cause his wicked sharp teeth." I added. Kyle nodded.

"My name's Kyle Broflowski, I'm fifteen and I just moved here." He tried to lower his head shame, but the effect was ruined by his continuous munching of the orange. The bell rang, startling us all, like it didn't ring at the same time every day. We all rose making our goodbyes and smiling politely. Still though the tense atmosphere hadn't cleared away, it was just too shockingly new to let go yet. As Kyle turned away we all headed toward a side entry to the school, dumping our trays and leaving. We had to talk, and we couldn't talk here. It was much too many strange coincidences and accidental happenings in too short of a time.

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