A/N: I don't own anything.

Matt and Trey are seriously shipping Kyman this season. Any Style fans want to comment on the topic?

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter.

10-Bebe's Black Book

The school day wouldn't end fast enough. The classroom smelled of KFC. Ms. Vanderwaal, our AP English teacher was discreetly eating chicken wings and flipping through an erotic novel. Fat bitch.

I don't know why I'm so excited to see Kyle. It's as if I'm not disgusted by his presence. As if I actually want him in my house. Yeah right. The hell I want that stinky, no good kike anywhere near my house. I should just text him right now and cancel. I reach into my pocket for my iPhone and I suddenly put it back, deciding against giving up a chance to prank Kyle or something. He's so gullible. I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around to face Bebe Stevens. She has her arms crossed and is staring me down with a hostile frown. "What did you do to him?" She says, quickly glancing at Kyle who has his head down in concentration.

"Who?" I answer, knowing exactly who she was speaking of.

Bebe's scowl deepens as she lets out a deep sigh. "Cartman stop playing games with me goddammit! You know I'm talking about Kyle! What twisted and maniacal lie did you tell about me?"

"I don't need to lie about you Bebe; I'd just pull out your fuck log."

Bebe looks away from my face and directs her eyes towards her paper. "Fuck you Cartman." She mumbles, almost inaudibly.

"Don't you think we've done enough fucking?

At the beginning of the year, Bebe had been on a bad boy kick, and she was after the baddest of them all. After she drooled all over me for a week, I agreed to satisfy her slutty needs for one night if she didn't tell anyone. The last thing I need is people knowing I fucked the school slut. The only thing was, after we did our thing she promptly moved on to Bridon Gueermo, who had been suspended five times, and I almost felt sorry she was gone. But the feeling was gone after I deemed the thought preposterous and got drunk.

Bebe looks up at me and rolls her eyes. "Fuck off Cartman. As if I'd go anywhere near your fat ass again."

For some reason, as I look at Bebe, with her wavy, gold spun hair and expressive hazel eyes, I feel enraged. As if she actually managed to hurt my feelings.

I growl under my breath and stare coldly at Bebe. "Good, I wouldn't want to catch your nasty ass crabs." Bebe recoils as if I'd slapped her. Good.

I glance towards the clock again. Ten minutes left. God damn it.

Finally the bell rings and Vanderwaal reluctantly takes her hand out of her granny panties to dismiss us. I walk towards my locker, carrying my heavy books and opening the combination in a huff. Damn Bebe, with her stupid whoring ways. I fling open my locker door and it makes a loud crash, alarming the students in the hallways.

"Err...Eric? You're kinda scaring me."

I turn around to see Butters looking at me with a frightened look on his face.

"Butters you're such a fag." I say rolling my eyes and closing my locker.

The blonde scampers up to me and strokes my arm.

"You're so funny Eric! Well, see ya' later buddy!" I watch the petite boy as he skips happily down the hallway.

Is it just me or is Butters acting more gay than usual?