"Hey, Jewfag, I have to work with you on the English assignment."
Kyle hated when Cartman used Jew as an insult, but after the Kenny incident on Tuesday, and the Stan incident on Friday, he simply couldn't handle being called a fag.
And so he picked up his backpack and swung it full-force, right for Cartman's smarmy fat face. Cartman's eyes widened, and then he squeezed them shut and cringed.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Stan.
It was always Stan.
He had stepped in front of Cartman and stopped the bag before it had even hit the stupid fatass.
"I can't do it, Stan!" Kyle said, and he was aware that several people in the hall were staring at him, but he didn't care. "I can't work with him! It's not my fucking fault that no one had their fucking essays ready, and I'm certainly not going to stand aside and let this fatass call me stupid names any fucking more!"
"Dude, first of all, I don't blame you for wigging out on Cartman; the douche deserves it –"
"Hey!"
"But dude, if you pound his ass on school property you'll get expelled or some shit, okay? So, please, can you just calm down? Go for a walk or something?"
"Yeah," Cartman just had to intervene, "listen to your boyfriend, Kahl –"
"I'll show you who's my boyfriend, you sorry motherfucker!"
All in all, it was not one of Kyle's better comebacks, but he did manage to grab Cartman by his hair and slam his face into a locker.
"Dude!" Stan yelled, as he grabbed Kyle and pulled him back. Clyde and Token had Cartman's arms, but he didn't even move to retaliate. He just stood there, blood pouring down his face, and stared at Kyle with a glint in his eye that Kyle knew didn't bode well for him.