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OBEY THE FIST!
Here's the chapter.
Chapter Seven: It's Long, Black And Silky
The boys sat down in the main classroom and waited for Mr. Garrison and Mr. Slave to show up. Kenny, Kyle and Stan were cheerfully chatting, but Cartman was drawing. Kyle sneaked a look at the paper and saw what he had drawn.
"Wow! That's really good, Cartman!" He complimented while smiling and nodding, impressed. Cartman smiled back and thanked him. He looked back at the drawing, which was of a girl in her teenage years. She was leaning against the safety rack of a bridge. Behind her, the water sparkled as the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. The girl had long, dark hair, wore a shirt, a beret and pants, but luckily, Kyle had not noticed the resemblance to the person whom Cartman had used as a model for the girl. The girl smiled as she looked down on the ground. At the lower, left corner, Cartman was writing something. 'The girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, makes my heart fly like it's been picked up by a dove. Beautiful, smart, funny and talented. The only girl I want, the girl that I need, the girl that is just too good for me,' he had written.
Kenny looked at the picture, and as soon as he saw the small poem, he was struck with an amazed look. He wondered how Cartman dared draw and write something like that in school where anyone could swipe it when he wasn't looking and start getting ideas.
"Yeah, I know! It's funny, isn't it?" Cartman looked up, as did the other boys, as Wendy, Bebe and Julia stepped into the classroom. Bebe wore a pink, tight shirt and blue jeans, Julia wore a red shirt, a blue blouse and black pants. Wendy wore a green shirt, a navy blue, short sleeved jacket and blue jeans. It seemed she had returned her hair back to its natural, black color. Stan gaped, as did Kenny.
"Wow…" Both said simultaneously. Cartman made a huge effort not to say the same as the other two, and instead he started biting on his lip and stared forward at the black board. Soon, the classroom was filled, and the teacher together with his ´assistant entered. After roll call, Mr. Garrison started talking about Ricky Martin and the Latin culture. Cartman winced as he heard Mr. Garrison call out his name.
"Eric, are you paying attention!" He shouted out, and Cartman cringed.
"Yes…"
"Then you can tell me who the true Latin king of pop is!"
"Ricky Martin?"
"No, you dumbass!" Mr. Garrison responded angrily. He walked over to Cartman's table and looked at what Cartman was doing. "Aha! Scribbling when the teacher is talking, huh? If it's so important, I think you should share it with the rest of the class!" A menacing smile spread out on Mr. Garrison's face. Cartman frowned.
"I really don't-"
"Now, Eric!"
"Okay!" Cartman took his picture and walked over to the front of the classroom. Some giggled and chuckled when they looked at him standing there. He scratched the back of his head and then held up the picture for everyone to see it. Nobody really cared about the picture, most were just quietly laughing at Cartman. As he gazed out over the class, he noticed Bebe was giving him strange looks…as if she was suspicious of something. Cartman became confused, but he was soon shooed back into his seat by Mr. Garrison.
The kids entered the cafeteria and walked over to the line. Once they finally got to their turn, they saw Chef standing there, dressed in a red shirt, black pants and a chef's hat. They smiled when they saw him; he had been home sick the day before.
"Hey, little crackers!" He greeted when he saw them.
"Hey Chef!" They all said in unison. Chef looked at Cartman and smiled with a questioning look on his face.
"Any sign of Eric yet? I've been really worried. " He said. They all smiled when they realized Chef didn't even recognize Cartman.
"Chef…it's me. Eric Cartman." Cartman said, pointing at himself. Chef just stood still and stared at Cartman, and then his jaw dropped and eyes widened.
"Eric! Is that you? My god, you have really lost a lotta' weight!" He exclaimed, rubbing his chin. Cartman nodded, still grinning. Chef gave them their food and then said good bye as they left. They decided to sit down with Clyde, Craig, Token and the other boys. They talked happily while eating until they noticed Butters, Tweek and Pip were standing next to the table.
"Um…hello fellas." Butters said. "Mind if we sit with you?" Craig looked up and frowned.
"You can't sit with us, Melvins! Now go away!" He exclaimed, giving them the bird which he often did to people, sometimes for no reason at all.
"Okay…" Butters sighed and he walked away together with his friends. When they walked away, Stan noticed the girls sitting at a table not far away. He smiled sheepishly when he saw Wendy laughing and twirling her hair. Katie, Rebecca and Bebe sat with her, and they were laughing as well. The boys quietly stared at Stan as he just sat there, gazing goofily.
"Dude?" Kyle mumbled, waving his hand in front of Stan's face. Stan looked up. "Seriously, if you like her so much, just ask her out again!" Kyle exclaimed. Stan chuckled a little.
"Look who's talking, mister shy guy's gone rowdy!" Stan replied, making Kyle frown and look back at his food.
The crowd of students storming out of the school once it ended was louder than usual today. Everyone where screaming and shouting out "who-hoo!" all the time. The boys were all too tired to already start walking home, so they sat down on a bench and watched all of the students running out and screaming. After the crowd thinned out, Kenny noticed a group of girls were coming their way. It was all the girls from their class. The boys looked up and saw the girls, and they all smiled a little. Most of the girls stopped and stood in a huddle, watching Wendy and Bebe walk closer up to the boys.
"Hi guys!" Bebe said, waving a little as she smiled at Kenny and bit her lower lip. Kenny waved back, grinning widely. Bebe sat down in his knee and put her arm around his shoulder. "So how are you?"
"Now that you're here, everything's great!" Kenny said, putting on his best smile. Bebe seemed pleased and the two suddenly started making out. Cartman and Kyle moved away from the two a little, irritated. Wendy looked at Stan, her hands behind her back.
"So, how's it going?" She wondered.
"Um…uh…well…" Stan said, his belly tingling insanely, nervousness sweeping over him. "Just fine, just f-f-fine." Wendy smiled and then looked at Cartman.
"Well, Eric, you look great! Where have you been all the time?" She exclaimed. She suddenly hugged him, but no one was really surprised. That was just the way Wendy was, always smiling and hugging her friends and people she cared about.
"Training, getting into shape…" Cartman answered, trying not to throw up. The sting was crawling around his chest like mad, his stomach starting to rage. Wendy nodded, smiling.
"Well, it certainly was worth it!" Cartman smiled and placed his elbow on the side of the bench, knocking down his backpack in the process. All his stuff fell out of it, including the picture of the girl very similar to Wendy herself. Cartman quickly got his stuff and put it in his backpack, but not fast enough. Wendy picked up the drawing and looked at it.
"Wow…this is really good, did you do it?" She said, genuinely surprised as she looked at Cartman. Cartman nodded slowly, his mouth shut tightly. "It's really good…look what Cartman did, Bebe!" She held up the picture in front of Bebe, and she tore herself away from Kenny, who continued to kiss the air. Bebe looked at the picture and a grin crept onto her face, the same suspicious look as before.
"Yeah, nice." She said and then gave Kenny a last kiss before standing up. "We should get going. Bye, Kenny." Bebe said, walking away with Wendy. Wendy waved to the boys and once the two girls joined the others, they all started giggling and whispering to each other.
"Dude, seriously, she is hot. Goddamn it, she is so frickin' hot!" Kenny exclaimed, watching the girls walk off. "Let's go after them!" He stood up, his energy regenerated.
"Kenny…" Kyle groaned, his head falling back.
"Don't you Kenny me! Let's go, come on! Come on, come on!" Kenny exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid demanding to get to open his birthday presents.
"Not now, Kenny…" Cartman mumbled, sighing. Kenny stopped jumping up and down and sunk his head down, saddened.
"Goddamn it…nookie or friends…nookie or friends…" He mumbled, turning back and forth, unsure if he should stay with his friends or go after Bebe. He sighed and sat down on the bench. "Goddamn you stupid nookie-haters…what's wrong with you, are you fags or something?" He wondered, glaring at his friends. They didn't return the glare; they merely stared at into the nothingness out of boredom. "Nookie!" Kenny exclaimed, waving his arms.
Wendy and Bebe turned right on the corner and left the other girls. Bebe giggled and put her hands in front of her mouth. Wendy looked at Bebe in wonder. "What's so funny?"
"The drawing."
"What drawing?"
"The one Cartman drew."
"His name is Eric." Wendy remarked, putting her hands at her sides. "And what's so funny about the drawing? It was really nice!"
"Yeah, and it was also a drawing of you." Bebe said, grinning.
"Huh?"
"Are you blind? Cartman's totally got a thing for you! I mean, he starts sweating every time you come anywhere close to him and, like, he's drawing pictures of you and making little love poems and stuff…he's totally got a crush on you, like, huge crush." Bebe explained, twirling her hair and putting her other hand in her pocket. Wendy laughed a little.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same Eric?" She said sarcastically. "He's emotionally immobile. He always used to call me a bitch and a hoe, and it's not like he's all that nice to me now either…" Wendy said, and she frowned, suddenly realizing why she had never been very fond of Cartman. But still, she had always cared about him…she figured she was the same sort of friend to Cartman as Kyle; they always called each other bad things and fought, but they also were around for each other when they needed a friend the most.
"Whatever, don't believe me…" Bebe said, shrugging. Wendy shook her head, sighing.
"I'll do just that."
Done. Finito. Done. And if you don't know what the title means, you should 'read between the lines'.