Sorry for the absents, story's nearly done now.
[Eric Cartman. School. Classroom 4B]
"Nice of you too join us Eric" Mr Garrison said with irritation as Cartman entered the Class.
"Yeah it is, I'm that kool a person" Cartman remarked with ego in full swing, making his way to his desk.
"Don't be a smartass" Garrison burked "Now go read chapter 23 of your maths textbook" The teacher ordered.
"Whatever faggot" Cartman whispered under his breath.
Sitting down at his place near Stan Kyle and Kenny, Cartman let out a happy sigh. It was amazing how regular sex could put people in a good mood.
"Where were you?" Stan asked, looking over at him with a bored expression.
"Just talking to a friend" He replied, lying.
"I thought Wendy said your mum wanted to see you?" Kyle asked, looking up at him from his own book.
Cartman felt a moment of panic. Kyle, and Stan and Kenny for that matter, had seen Wendy tell him that. He had totally forgotten they had been there.
"Well unlike you, me and my Mother have a very friendly and mature mother-son relationship, we consider each other friends, she doesn't treat me like shit unlike your mega bitch of a mum" Cartman hissed at him, throwing abuse at him to throw him off topic.
Kyle didn't react. He just stared at him, placing bites of a puzzle together in his head.
"You're lying" Kyle said, matter of fact.
Cartman slammed his fist onto the table "Call me a liar one more time dickhead!"
"Christ dude, calm down" Kenny said, now distracted from his book.
Stan looked up, now annoyed "Can you two just shut up, just for an hour"
Kyle kept his face straight, staring Cartman in the eyes. "Fine"
And with that he went back to his maths book.
Cartman looked down at his own book. Kyle had very likely noticed the tension between him and Wendy in the hall way at lunch. Cartman figured it was only a matter of time now before the Jew figured it all out.
And if Kyle figured it out he would almost certainly tell Stan and Stan would almost certainly feel like Cartman had stabbed him in the back. Which was so untrue. Wendy had been single and therefore fair game, period.
Silence fell upon them, as it did the rest of the class.
The lesson passed quickly and before Cartman knew it the bell rang, thus finishing the day for the students.
"Guys, I have what could be the best idea I've ever had" Stan said while packing his books into his pack pack.
The other three turned their heads to face him.
"What dude?" Kyle asked.
"I think tomorrow's party needs heroes to be present, action heroes" Stan told them, a playful smirk on his face.
Cartman frowned, confused, as did Kyle. Kenny seemed to get it though, as he too began grinning.
Kenny opened his mouth and instead of his usual cheerful voice, a deeper growling voice emerged.
"Tomorrow night may become trouble; south park's long dormant protectors should stand guard"
As it hit him, Cartman felt a grin of his own begin to form.
"Shit, I haven't thought about that since 5th grade" He muttered.
"Dude you're a genius" Kyle said, now thinking it over.
"We're gonna have to make new costumes, I really don't think the old ones will fit" Stan commented.
Kenny swung his back over his shoulder and smirked.
"This is gonna be so fucking sweet"
10 minutes later
The sound of the doors opening echoed out into the large hall as did every other loud sound that Wendy's prep staff made. Cartman spotted her directing the other students in preparing the sports hall for the costume party. Walking quickly through the hall he made his way to the projection room without being seen.
The projection room was located just above the sports halls west wall; from its window Cartman could see the entire hall. The projector itself was located right in front of the window.
As he entered he spotted another student in the room, leaning on the window with his iphone's speakers in his ears.
"IKE!" Cartman shouted.
The 11 year old jumped at the sudden noise and turned to face him.
"What the fuck? You could've just tapped my shoulder" Ike growled at him, pulling his speakers from his ears.
Cartman let out a chuckle "Much more fun scaring you shitless, have you got what I asked?"
Ike nodded, still frowning, and reached into his backpack. Pulling out a blank DVD CD he handed it to him.
"It was under my mum and dad's bed as you said it was, what's on it anyway?"
Cartman accepted the disc and grinned "Trust me, you don't want to know"
Ike shot him a worried look.
"Look dude, Kyle's been acting...more stressed then usual and I'm hearing there's something going down between the two of you again, please tell me I haven't just screwed over my brother by helping you out" Ike asked, staring Cartman in the eye.
"It's got nothing to do with Kyle" Cartman lied, telling the boy what he wanted to hear.
Cartman extended his arm, a ten doller note in his hand.
"k, good" Ike muttered, taking the money and turned toward the door.
"See ya laters" the Canadian said and left the room.
"See you" Cartman replied, too fixated on the disc to really notice the boy's departure.
Walking over to the computer that was connected to the projector Cartman placed the disc under the PC so it could be used when the time was right. Cartman licked his lips in sadistic anticipation.
"We'll see how you like it when it happens to you jawfag" He hissed under his breath.
"Hi Ike" A milky smooth female voice said in the hall outside the door.
Cartman turned and faced the door with an angry frown. The voice sounded like it was coming towards the projection room.
Bebe entered the room and was immediately greeted with a hateful scorn.
"The fuck you doing here?" Cartman demanded, still angry over her punching him earlier.
Surprised, Bebe's face instantly became its own frown.
"Whatever I damn well like actually" She retaliated "And I could as you the same bloody question fatty"
Cartman turned from her and began to test the Wight of the computer he was hiding the disc under.
"None of your fucking business" He spat.
A silence ensured as Bebe ignored him and want to stack a pile of boxes to his right, she was likely part of the prep team setting up for the party tomorrow. Cartman turned from her and scanned the discs hiding place, pondering its effectiveness.
Cartman was tempted to do something...anything to hurt the bitch. He was really starting to hate that woman of late. No matter what he did to take her down a peg or two she always managed to dodge the worst of it. He had been sure that reviling her relationship with Butters would have socially destroyed the both of them, but there was really no point in dwelling over it now. Bebe would get hers one day.
"By the way Eric...have you seen Butters since lunch?" Bebe suddnly said to him.
She sounded a lot less hostile in her tone. Her question sounded more like she was trying to make conversation rather than actually wanting to know.
Cartman turned his head towards her and shot her a very dark death stare. He then shook his head without saying a word.
With that he went back to ensuring that the computer wouldn't easlly revilial what was hidding under it.
A full sixty seconds passed before Cartman heard a deep sigh come from Bebe's lungs.
"Eric, look, we need to talk"
"I really can't think of any subject we can discuss" Cartman replied harshly, he really wasn't in the mood for her.
Bebe paced towards him and stopped next to him, she then put her hands on her hips. Cartman didn't even look at her.
"We need to stop this, we both now have to much to lose to carry this on" She told him firmly.
Cartman frowned again, this time in irritated confusion. He turned himself and faced her.
"Stop what? What the hell you talking about? Were we having an affair you forgot to tell me about?" He growled sarcastically.
Bebe waved her index finger between the two of them.
"This social power-struggle between us, it's gotta end"
Cartman crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"Why? Got you running scared?"
A spark of anger appeared in her eyes.
"No, you wish" She retorted "But it's too self-destructive, we could both lose everything"
"If I recall correctly you already attempted a pathetic peace" Cartman reminded her.
"Yeah and if I also recall correctly you were a spiteful little prick too me" Bebe countered, her fury growing.
"You deserve it, you deserve nothing but pain, and I intend to ensure it" Cartman hissed, matter of fact.
At that comment Bebe's own anger seemed to give away to something else, a tiny hint of fear.
Suddenly, she exploded into a fit of rage.
"Why the hell do you hate me so much?! I'm a good fucking person you ass, I don't deserve any kind of pain!"
She slammed her fist onto the table housing the computer with surprising strength. Cartman hated to admit it but her sudden outburst of rage surprised him. Bebe losing her cool one in a day was rare enough, but twice in a day? Cartman praised his work.
Quickly checking herself she inhaled deeply and then exhaled, cooling herself down.
"Look" She continued quickly "You dating Wendy changes everything, we both can't afford to be at the others throat, can we at least make a truce while you and Wendy are together?"
Cartman stared her in the eyes. She was pretty much pleading, how pathetic. Still, she did have a point. If Cartman forced Wendy to make a choice between him and Bebe, Cartman had a feeling he wouldn't win...not like he cared though. Cartman didn't have feelings, right?
"Fine" he muttered.
"What?" she blinked.
"Avoid me and I'll stay out of your life" Cartman told her darkly.
Bebe stared at him for a moment and exhaled again "Good, deal"
"But" He warned, he leaned forward "Once me and Wendy are done with each other, truce is off"
And with that Cartman grabbed his bag and headed out the door.
As he walked though the hallway he pushed all thoughts of that mega bitch from his mind and concentrated on tomorrow night. He couldn't wait. His revenge was finally about to be achived.
Tomorrow night, Kyle would pay for everything.