Not much to say today except this; Sarah, Ellen and Jenny were fictional characters by me, they are not part of South Park. I have copyright on those, and if you try to steal, you will be nuked and prosecuted. HAH! Review answering!
redhead11: I know, I know, I was just messing with you. ;D. Lol.
sonekasoyer: Hey, you decide if you wanna review or not. But the first one is better though. Thanks for the review!
Leela's tears: Why thank you. Yes, there are WAY too many South Park slash fics out there. God bless the South Park nonslash C2. Not that I have anything against homosexuality, I believe in freedom of speech, but still…just because a bunch of boys hung out a lot during their childhood doesn't mean they're gay. Jesus Christ.
Well, that's about it. Except the actual chapter, ()>(XX) ()
Chapter Five: It Stings
Sarah left Cartman's house early in the morning, leaving a note on the table for Cartman to find when he woke up, much like the group of teenagers snuck out of Stan's house early, careful not to wake up.
During the whole weekend, Cartman kept himself in his room. He unplugged his phone and his modem and ignored the sound of the doorbell, not allowing anyone to contact him in any way. He knew that Stan, Kyle and Kenny were probably hanging out, talking about the party and enjoying one another's company. Cartman felt like he shouldn't face them, nay, he felt he didn't deserve being around people like his friends. It also seemed he felt the same about food. No matter how many times his mother knocked on the door, begging him to come out and get some beef cake, he wouldn't leave the warmth under the bed sheets.
Monday morning came. Kyle, Stan, Kenny and a bunch of their other classmates stood at the bus stop. For today, Kyle had decided to wear his orange, green-collar jacket, black pants and green beanie. Stan wore a black, rather thick feather jacket, blue jeans and a white shirt under the jacket. He had bought a new, blue hat, cut of the little red pompom on his old hat and stuck it to the new hat. Kenny wore his old and wrong sized parka, his blue jeans and a white shirt under the parka. He had also stolen a pair of brown gloves from his father.
"Hi f-f-fellas…" A familiar voice said. The boys looked up and saw Butters standing there, wearing his trademark, turquoise sweater and his dark green pants together with grey loafers. He looked very depressed, rolling his thumbs and staring at the ground as he approached them.
"Butters, what the hell are you doing here!" Kyle exclaimed. Butters lived at least ten blocks away, and they never saw him in the morning, except maybe on the weekends. He scratched his head, messing up a portion of his blonde hair. There was dried stain on his sweater.
"Well…after the party, some kids carried me out of the house so the cops wouldn't arrest me…I woke up in the inner part of the town and walked around for a while until I reached my place…my parents were pretty mad when they noticed I was drunk, so they locked me out…I've kinda been walking around all weekend…"
"What! You were locked outside all weekend! Where did you sleep!" Stan asked, gawking just like Kyle and Kenny was.
"Well…I don't remember where I slept the first night, but I managed to find a nice box and slept near Starks Pond the night after that."
"God damn it, what's wrong with your parents!" Kyle exclaimed, not sure if he should be angered with Butters's parents or become frightened of them.
"Nothing…I guess I deserved it…" They watched as Butters walked past them, still staring down. Sometimes, it was amazing how Butters just took everything in, never fighting back or protesting.
"Hey Cartman!" Kenny suddenly shouted out as none other than the husky boy walked against them, wearing his large, baggy, red shirt and grey pants. "Um, Cartman…have you lost weight?" Kenny wondered, staring Cartman with a strange look.
"Hah, really funny, Kenny." Cartman mumbled. His voice had turned raspy and light.
"No, I'm serious." Kenny replied.
"Dude, really…you're all pale…" Kyle said, concerned. Cartman was indeed very pale, and his eyes were a bit red.
"Aye! Back off!" Cartman suddenly yelled, startling the other boys.
"Sorry dude…take it easy…" Kenny mumbled. Cartman shrugged.
"Sorry."
"That's okay." The bus suddenly stormed up the road. Today, the bus driver was much jitterier and cheery, different from his usual, drug induced-like behavior. Everyone got on the bus, chatting and talking loudly. The boys sat in their spot in the back of the bus. The last seat was once again taken by Butters. Kenny looked at Cartman who sat next to him, staring at the floor of the bus.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Kenny wondered. Cartman sighed and the two leaned their heads closer to each other's so they could talk without anyone else hearing. "Well?" Kenny whispered.
"Dude, I'm just feeling a bit…weird about the whole party thing…" Cartman whispered back.
"Weird how?"
"Well, me and Sarah-the brunette," Cartman explained when Kenny gave him a confused look. "-got to talking, and she's a nice girl…and I feel kinda weird about that whole getting drunk and getting poontang thing because of…you know, her." Kenny didn't show any expression, he just nodded as if to say ´I see, I understand.
"Maybe you should try and get in touch with this Sarah chick."
"Nyah…" Cartman groaned, sitting up properly.
Once they finally reached school, they all headed too the main classroom. They took their usual seats in the back of the classroom. After a while, Mr. Garrison and Mr. Slave entered, getting to their positions by the teacher's desk.
"Okay, shut up…" No one heard him and continued to chatter. "Shut up, please…" Yet again, Mr. Garrison was ignored. "God damn it you little ratass bitches, shut up!" Everyone fell silent as Mr. Garrison roared. He calmed down instantly and smiled at the kids, gazing over them with his poisonous, amused look. "Okay then, can I begin now? Thank you. First, I'm supposed to inform you that we have two new little assholes joining my tiny little horde of annoying imbeciles." He knocked on the desk lightly, and the door opened. A girl and a boy entered. The girl was around the same height as the others, quite thin and pretty. She had long, bright red hair and blue, glistening eyes. She wore a pair of orange, long tight pants and a purple shirt. The boy looked like one of those kids who tried to put on the rouge, mysterious act. He had short, auburn hair that was combed down on his head. He wore a tight, black shirt and black pants. He was frowning and his dark eyes were staring at the floor. He was quite muscular. "Welcome your new classmates, Katie and Lucas." There were quiet murmurs of "Hi Katie and Lucas…" or "Welcome…" Katie sat down with the other girls and smiled. Lucas looked around for a place to sit. Everyone stared at him anxiously, as if the place where he would sit down now would determine his popularity and social status for the rest of his school years. For a moment, some shook their heads in disappointment when Lucas started moving against Butters and his group, but then he stopped and walked over to Craig, Clyde, Token, Jimmy, Kevin and Mark. As he sat down, some seemed pleased while others shook their heads in disappointment.
"Dude, I recognize that Katie from somewhere…" Stan whispered.
"I think she was in our class for a while before…" Kyle replied. Stan nodded, mumbling something. Afterwards, Mr. Garrison did role call before continuing with his usual lecturing. Kenny was a bit surprised when he saw Cartman was just staring at the wall, not taking any notes at all. He remembered that Cartman had behaved like this in class before, but after being told that he was on the verge of having to redo his last year before High School, he started doing better in class to everyone's amazement.
"Hey Cartman, what's up?" Kenny whispered, leaning over the table a little. Cartman shook his head and turned against Kenny. He made an attempt to smile, but failed miserably.
"Nothing, why?"
"I was just wondering, where were you all weekend?"
"Home."
"You were?" Cartman felt a sting inside of him. A sting he was well familiar with.
"Why didn't you come and check if needed to know?" Kenny shrugged and looked back at his book, continuing to write. The sting returned at full force, and for a moment, Cartman thought he was going to vomit, but the feeling slowly subsided and was replaced with the same emptiness he had felt all weekend.
The boys sat at a table close to the tables were the others in their class sat at lunch. It seemed that love had struck each of them, and no one seemed to eat anything. Stan had dropped his fork on the floor and was just staring at Wendy, just like Kyle and Kenny who were smiling widely as they gazed at Rebecca and Bebe. Cartman was just staring at his food, feeling nauseous. For a moment, Kenny was able to tear his view away from Bebe and to his friend. He was very concerned now; Cartman was always chomping down his food as fast as he could. But today, his pork chops and beef were left untouched on his plate. Kenny leaned over his food a little so his face was just a few inches away from Cartman's.
"Dude, seriously, what's up with you? You should be happy, I mean…you scored. You scored big time!" Kenny whispered. For a moment, Cartman looked up, and his face glowed with fury. But then, his eyebrows fell and he stood up, walking away from the lunch table. Kenny hurried after him.
"Where are you going?" Stan called out after them.
Cartman walked as fast as he was able to. All he wanted was to get out of the school. But as he looked up, he stopped. He felt as if his whole world was about to spin out of control. Sitting with some other girls was a black-haired beauty, laughing and talking with her friends. Kenny caught up with him and placed his hand on Cartman's shoulder.
"What are you looking at?" Kenny turned in the direction Cartman was staring. "Oh, dude, isn't that one of the chicks-" But he fell silent as Cartman gave him another glare. He looked back at Sarah. Suddenly, he felt a sting. A sting.
"No…no…" Cartman mumbled.
"What?" Kenny wondered. Cartman shut his eyes tight and started shaking his head, his hands wrapped tight around it.
"No, no, no!" He screamed, and then he ran off. Kenny was a bit surprised; he had never seen Cartman run like that. He shot a slight glance over at Sarah; she, like many of the kids had fallen silent to see who had caused the screaming. He then ran after his friend.
´No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no," was all that went through Cartman's mind as he ran out of the school and down on the road. He started slowing down, his size difficulties catching up with him. He felt the adrenaline pump through his body; the sting was still there in his chest. He kept walking and heard Kenny call for him not far behind. He felt Kenny's shoulder brush against his as he ran up to his side.
"Come on, Cartman, talk with me." Kenny said. "What's the problem?" Cartman didn't speak; he knew that if he opened his mouth, he would throw up everywhere. "Is it about Wendy again?" Cartman shook his head. "Is it about the party?" Cartman took a deep inhale and then opened his mouth, throwing up whatever he had managed to get down during the last days. Kenny jumped away, watching the vomit splatter onto the ground. Cartman leaned against the chain link fence outside of the school and breathed heavily.
"Kenny…please…just leave me alone for a while, okay?" Cartman mumbled through the panting and huffing. "I just…I just wanna be alone for a while." Kenny stood there, completely silent, for a long moment. Then he nodded.
"Okay…okay, you go ahead…I'll tell Mrs. Jenkins you're not feeling pretty well." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. He watched Cartman turn and walk away, and he did the same. He felt so weak. He knew he needed to do something, anything, to make his friend feel better, but there was nothing he could do. He sighed and looked up at the school.
I didn't intend to make this a long chapter, but more just a chapter to intensify...what does the "No, no, no!" mean? And what is the sting? Find out in the next chapter of South Park High!
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