Friday

Miss. Bustier's classroom, Collége Françoise DuPont

"Just one more day and we're out of this fucking shithole!" Cartman gleamed as he walked towards the familiar classroom. "I've been more excited about leaving this goddamn place than I was coming here!"

It had seemed that throughout the entire week, Cartman was the most excited about returning home, probably because the fatass had not made any friends unlike his three peers unless you counted Chloe. But Cartman had never seen her as an equal, just a whiny brat with leverage over all the other pathetic whiny brats at this school that he so desperately latched onto in order to look threatening. Which, like the rest of his stupid schemes, didn't work out in the end. Even Kenny made a friend out of Nathaniel, who had threatened to butcher him into pieces during the beginning of the trip.

"I don't know about you, but I thought that it was pretty fun," Stan countered, sending a shockwave of ideas to Cartman's head that he could use to embarrass the shit out of him in front of the small quartet.

Cartman smirked. "Because you and Adrien needed a fucking room half the time you even made eye contact with him."

"At least he actually talked to someone who wasn't a snotty bitch that used him for leverage," Kenny smirked, sending the two other boys into small chuckles and maybe even a small burst of laughter. One of those boys was not Cartman, who seemed like he wasn't phased but was really steaming from the inside. "And what about you, Kenny? Did you give Marinette a hot Cosby while you were at her house a few days ago? I'm guessing she didn't because who the fuck would want to blow a poor hick like you?"

"Shut it, you tub of lard! Or else I won't bother trying to save your ass the next time you start squealing like a pig!"

Kyle still quietly chuckled as Kenny was berating Cartman, but stopped and regained his composure. "Jesus Christ, Cartman! Calm down, you're turning into a fucking bull!"

"Are you trying to get roasted too, you fucking Jew?" Cartman took a breath and looked like he was about to unleash five years of wrath onto the entire group, "I'm sorry Kyle, but if I remember this correctly, aren't you the same guy who got his dick hard to some annoying nerd bitch who almost tried to fucking kill us all because you just had to impress her by using your retarded hacking skills, or am I wrong?"

"And then you ask why you weren't invited to my Bar Mitzvah last year!" Kyle's Bar Mitzvah was almost a perfect clone of his party at Casa Bonita a few years back, instead of only a select amount of friends he invited almost all of his class... except for Cartman. However, what caused him to look like a roasted pig more than at Casa Bonita was that the party after was going to be held at the brand new paintball place, somewhere that he was eager to visit. Trying desperately to get into the party, instead of locking Butters in a fallout shelter, he had hatched the perfect plan of disguising himself as one of the workers that monitored the guests and sneaking through at the end. It may have sounded good on paper, but at the last minute, he was caught by one of the actual workers and promptly kicked out.

Cartman surprisingly changed moods and began to laugh at the memory. "You have to admit, though. That was a good plan!"

When they entered the classroom, Chloé was standing cross-armed directly in front of the quartet with Sabrina standing next to her. "Cartman, why did you make Butters get akumatized?" The classroom got quiet as every eye turned to Cartman, piercing him like daggers. She was clearly looking to make herself look like a saint despite being just as involved in the incident.

Fortunately, he was prepared to handle a shitstorm like this. Cartman cleared his throat. "Hmm, I don't know. But Chloé, didn't you tell us that you were only using your best friend just so someone could do your homework?"

Chloé placed her hand near her with a shocked expression etched across her face, looking even closer to the victim she was trying to portray for the class. "Me? Being a horrible friend to my best friend Sabrina? How dare you accuse me of such slander! Are you trying to get me akumatized too?" Kim walked down, his fist in his hand ready to defend his lady from the dishonorable Cartman. Instead of being petrified, he let out a burst of laughter.

"Are you trying to get a fucking hitman on me? What is this, the fucking French Mafia?"

Kenny looked over at Stan and Kyle, then walked up towards Cartman placing his hand on his shoulder. "Cartman, stop. You could seriously get your ass handed to you if you don't stop."

Cartman didn't stop despite Kenny's pleas, in fact, he kept getting at it. He pointed a finger at the three students in front of him. "You didn't answer my question, Bourgeois! Didn't you tell me and Butters that you were using your so-called best friend? That you're just a shallow, heartless bitch that's incapable to actually forming relationships with people?"

Alya, who was standing next to Marinette buried her palm in her face. "They both need to seriously chill. Especially Cartman."

All of a sudden, a familiar sound of potent mouth-breathing could be heard only a few feet out of the door, along with a dramatic marching. Oh, shit. Whatever Cartman fucking did would land everyone in the room into serious trouble. Teacher PC slammed open the door and marched his way to the front of the classroom, causing the students who were standing nearby to back up in confusion. He must've been convincing Mr. Damocles about agreeing to punish so-called "microagressions". He stopped mouth-breathing and cleared his throat. "What the hell is going on here?"

Chloé, who had clearly mentally prepared for this situation began to whimper. "Eric Cartman was bullying me!"

Teacher PC began to tremble in frustration and looked over at Cartman, who was surprisingly confused about what was going on. "Is what this young lady saying true?"

Cartman attempted to counter. "What the fuck, no-"

This didn't deter the blonde, who just kept whimpering and even started to pretend to water her eyes. "Oh, of course, it's true! I was just talking to my best friend Sabrina and all of a sudden this meanie was accusing me of being a fake friend and even called me the B-word! How could you ever think that what he did was not bullying? He even just said the F-word right now!" She turned towards Kim. "Right?" He nodded, which caused the teacher to start trembling even more which caused her to start quietly chuckling to Sabrina.

At this point, his face was tomato red, causing the other boys to back away and scramble up to their seats. Chloé had just unleashed a fucking volcano on the entire class, whether she was aware of it or not. "ERIC CARTMAN, HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO DEMEAN WOMEN IN THE TWENTY-FIRST FUCKING CENTURY! WHAT'S UP? WHAT'S FUCKING UP WITH THAT, BRO?"

He turned to the class, who were staring in shock. "You know what? For slandering an innocent young, beautiful woman, I am going to Principal Damocles and he will punish you all with community service, except for this young woman of course!" When he was finished with what he was saying, he opened the door and walked out of the class. Chloé, who was totally satisfied with the ordeal, smirked and walked back to her seat as pretentious and snotty as she could ever be.

Cartman who seemed to be unphased about his punishment rolled his eyes and walked to his seat. "Whatever, community service is less boring than this stupid class anyways."