The next evening at dinner, no one really paid attention to Mr. Garrison's words from yesterday, with Damien and Christophe sitting by themselves, Wendy and Bebe sitting together, Pip and Butters paired off with each other, Stan and Kyle were sharing a table, and Kenny and I were still sitting together. There were various others stationed around the hotel's eating area, but they were all partners, so they are not really worth mentioning, are they?
Kenny and I were rattling off small talk, barely listening to each other. Wheat, beer, alcoholism and prevention, school, and jungle gyms were among some of our stupid, light-hearted topics. Finally I noticed Kenny trying-and failing, mind you-to glance inconspicuously at Kyle and then Wendy. Not being one to be left out of a potentially useful secret, I had to casually ask him what was going on between the two. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not wanting to give out Kyle's business to someone he knew would instantly use it against him.
What a pussy.
("Well, have you heard about Kyle and Wendy?") He queried, leaning over the table a bit more so he could talk quieter. I repeated his actions with eagerness.
"No, what about them?"
("Well, apparently they've been making out.")
No. Fucking. Way.
"Really? You've seen them?" The thought of Kyle finally expressing his inferiority through sorrow-tinged words and tears made it difficult for me to contain myself enough to only allow a small gleam in the far depths of my eyes.
("Well, no...") Kenny confessed. Asshole. When he saw my anger, he quickly added, ("I mean, they just spend a lot time together-alone-and on the off chance they're 'caught,' they blush a bright red. Don't you think that's strange? Obviously they're doing something in that time they spend with each other.")
"Why do you care, Kenny?" I asked this carefully, wanting to sound unconcerned when I was really bursting at the seams with the desire to catch the two in the act with the Hippie at my side-to fight with the Jew, of course.
("You know why,") he looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation, then he leaned over and mouthed, ("I don't want Stan to get broken hearted.") (1)
Realising I could possibly need him to help me "uncover" the Jew's secret, I acted quickly. "Oh, don't you?" At his quizzical look, I impatiently elaborated. "If Stan gets hurt, he'll break up with Wendy and his gay flame, Kahl. Who, if not his own partner on this trip, will be there to pick up the pieces?" Kenny's eyes brightened with the numerous possibilities that scenario provided, and I knew I could now hook him into my plans at any time I needed to.
"Now Kenny, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. A genius of unspeakable evil (2) needs his sleep in order to be fully functioning when trying to unveil a Jew's exact secret. After all, he isn't going to just hand it over." I knew it was not yet time to go to bed, but I figured I needed the rest in order to get mentally and physically prepared for my attack on Kyle. I got up from the table, allowing him to drool over the fantasies that played across his field of vision. I did not approve his gay tendencies toward a Hippie, but whatever would help me manipulate him into helping make Kyle cry.
And by the time this field trip was over, Kyle Broflovski would cry.
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When I saw the Jew again, it had been a few hours after I had left the dinner hall. I had taken my power nap and the presence of a Jew awoke me. Now that we were both in the room we shared, Kyle had a smirk on his face as he stared at me from across our current barrier of an entire floor between us (he was underneath the window on the far side of the room and I had my back to the door). His smugness made my veins explode in fire and I found myself baring my teeth. I knew what made him so happy. (Let me just say that sleeping outside a hotel room door is not a pleasant way to spend your vacation-like class field trip, if you have not already guessed this fact.) The Jew had not let me in my own room until early that morning, claiming he did not know I was just outside the door all night long.
Pfft. They were all Jew lies. I wanted to change the subject though to a topic that would most benefit me.
"Jew! Jew!"
He had just turned away from me to trace invisible squiggles in the boards. However, upon hearing The Call, he glanced up at me briefly before returning to his oh-so-fun doodling task.
"What do you want, Cartman?"
I ignored his bored tone.
"I just to ask you if you're going to take the easy way out." The subtle, quizzical tilt to his head made my skin tingle strangely, but I did not pay much attention to it. It must have been a case of extreme excitement. "We both know Stan will find out soon enough." The small hitch to his voice caused a tiny smile to appear on my own lips. "Why not admit your sin in the most public of places-wherever that is in this town? It would get me off your back and the weight off your shoulders. Take the easy way out, Kahl." My little speech's tone sounded very much like a rehearsed business plan-just the way I wanted it to. I wanted to make it seem like this was known for a while and as down to business as possible.
He looked up in shock, not believing what I was asking him to do. The silk in my eyes was an feignedly innocent gleam, a thin cover concealing the steely malice of my true intentions. The surprise was replaced by anger and I had my answer before he even supply it
verbally.
"Hell no, Fatass," he coldly declined.
Of course. You would think that someone would want to save time and shame by taking the easy way out, but I guess his people are just used to being stubborn assholes. They never recognise a heavenly gift when it is presented on a sliver platter and in front of their faces. (3)
My face was cleverly saddened as I sighed. "Kahl, I'm only trying to-"
"Well, you should try minding your own business, Cartman!" Kyle stood, not caring in the slightest when the floor cried loudly in dangerous protest. He shoved past me even though I was still in my sitting position and so was easily knocked over. He did not care about that either. He only muttered that he was going to see Stan in his room.
A cold, evil smirk slithered its way onto my lips as I contemplated my awesome plan of making Kyle cry, while simultaneously ruining two relationships.
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I emerged from the dismal depths of my crappy room the following morning and immediately regretted my actions. Craig Tucker and his gang were rapidly approaching from the other end of the hallway. When the leader of those lame assholes saw me, his eyes lit up with an unholy light.
"Hello Cartman," he drawled out his nasally monotone.
Shit.
"Hey, C-Craig," I tried to play off the greeting as nonchalant, but failed miserably as my voice broke in nervousness.
"I think a piece of fat is blocking his throat guys." He laughed, a sound that felt much more mechanical than my own manic chuckles. His posse giggled also because, well, they apparently had no sensitivity to others' feelings. (4) Craig grinned as he got this reaction, but the sporatic laughs did not sate him yet. He moved closer to me and the light grew even brighter.
"You know why your father isn't around, right?"
I looked down at the moldly floor-I never really liked when people brought up my lack of a father. Maybe that was why I hated Craig as much as I did. After all, even the Jew did not sink that low-at least, he did not do it often enough to truly count. I never gave Tucker an answer, so he supplied it himself.
"It's because he couldn't stand looking at that lard ass."
Token laughed lightly, wondering if he was rude enough to laugh at something like that; Clyde guffawed-I guess he was hoping to impress Token and Craig with his ability to laugh at other people's wit; and Tweek twittered nervously, rolling his widened eyes between me and Craig as he silently pleaded with the raven to stop his ridicule. He would never dare to say anything like that out loud though-it would be wayyy too much pressure for him to lose his asswipe of a friend. A door creaked open and I still do not understand how it escaped the notice of Craig and the other three douchebags. I glanced slightly behind myself to see down the hall and saw the culprit.
It was Kyle. He must have spent the night with Stan...
He watched the scene from the doorway of Stan's hotel "suite." As he locked eyes with me, I could see the inner conflict in his entire body. Should he help the object of his hate, or should he brush past me into the simplicity of the room and leave me to Craig's mercy? He stayed there, debating for what seemed like agonising eternities but most likely only a few seconds had passed. Craig's voice faded into the far reaches of my hearing as I watched the Jew push off from the fragile frame. What had Kyle chosen? The ebony-haired asshole's laugh blasted through my eardrums and my cheeks heated in immense chagrin as Kyle started go behind me and toward our doorway. At the last second however, just as he was scooting past my awesome body, Kyle seemed to have a change of heart and he stopped, sighed, and stood beside me to face Craig.
"Why do you pick on Cartman's weight so much?"
Craig's jaw went slack with the shock at Kyle's willingness to stick up for me and I cannot say that I did not feel the same way. He bounced back much faster than me though.
"Doesn't everyone-including you?"
"That's only when I retaliate." Kyle snapped back. "You, however, seem to go out of your way to gain his attention-and I'm not going to ask why that is." He smirked and Craig and his friends tried to defend the boy, but Kyle would not allow them that luxury. "Whatever the reason, I'm sure Cartman isn't interested in your ulterior motives. Now that that's been cleared up, I would like to say that-hey where are you guys going?"
Craig and his Merry Gang of Faggots must have finally realised Kyle was not about to give them another chance to make fun of me so they started to leave. Kyle smiled in triumph as he turned to me.
He opened his mouth and I still have no idea what he was going to say because I never thought to find out. "Look Kahl, I don't need help from a Jew. It makes me look weak." Kyle glared murderously at me to the point where a small shiver ran down my supple back and I wondered (of course, it was only for a moment) if I had done the right thing by rejecting Kyle's kindness.
He pushed past me and stormed into the room, slamming the door. A tiny clicking sound sliced through the air and I was not sure if I would be able to sleep there that night-just like all the other nights so far. But at the moment, I was more concerned about why Kyle would even bother helping someone like me. And why there was a small glow floating free somewhere in the middle of my chest...
These two things scared me more than any horror show ever could, yet I could not bring myself to hate having them around.
What the hell was wrong with me?
A/N: Explanation time!
(1) Don't ask me how Cartman could tell what Kenny was trying to say in this particular section in their conversation... O_O"
(2) Best book ever! (I used the title, for those still wondering.) You all should definately check it out! The main character majorly reminds me of Cartman...except he has both parents...Yeah.
(3) I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting pretty tired of all Cartman's snide Jew comments. XD
(4) Cartman doesn't really have to room about that, does he? XD
Here's a preview to keep you company until the next chapter presents itself:
Later on in the day, Kyle and I "found" some old and deserted train tracks-they were there in plain sight, but we had not really thought about noticing them before. We followed them to an old stone bridge about ten or fifteen feet away from the town's bordering street. It was a single-lane bridge with a short stone wall on either side to protect the cars from the small creek below. We slid-walked down the slope that was beside the tracks and the town street and was perdendicular to the bridge in order to sit next to the tiny trickle of water.
We sat there in silence for I don't even know how many hours, almost forgetting the other was there. That is, until Kyle whispered, "Do you think South Park will ever end up like this someday?"
The question admittedly took me by surprise. "Like what?"
He sighed, and the very sound sent goosebumps up each arm. "I don't know, run-down and prehistoric."
I hesitated from the increasing surprise this boy was causing me. "...Why would you say that?"
"I don't know..."
The silence returned for the remainder of our stay there. When we finally decided to leave-we needed to get back to the hotel now that my snacks were gone and the sun was setting, I called out to the Jew. Since he had gotten a headstart up the slope, my voice forced him to turn back around to face me and he nearly fell over in the process. (Hey, the slope was pretty steep and slippery from the mud.)
I stifled my laugh in my throat so I could tell him this, "Not if we love the town." He opened and closed his mouth. He understood what I meant and we both shared a small smile. Then I said something that I did not quite understand at the time and still haunts me to this day.
"Indifference can kill, after all."
There you are! I hope the preview wasn't too long...O_O"
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~theflawintheplan