Craig slumped back down once Chloé, and eventually, the crowd began to disperse. Tweek, who had been holding his hand, even after she had made fun of them for it, let go and began to shake furiously.

"Craig! A-are you okay? She was being such an asshole to you! That isn't okay! At all!" He began to spasm.

Craig moved towards Tweek and placed his hand over his shoulder. "I'm fine." He looked up at whoever was left standing over him. "You guys, you do realize I don't give a shit about anything she said, right?"

"Don't give a shit? She just said some homophobic crap to you and smirked at it like she didn't just you in the dirt!" Kyle countered.

Craig sighed. "That's the reaction she wanted from us. She only acts like she's some tough shit because now her dad's the mayor and everyone's terrified of her. If more people had spoken out she would've chickened out much quicker."

"But what about Tweek?" Stan asked.

"She picked on him because he's an easy target, no offense. Wouldn't have been surprised if she was going to be a bitch to Jimmy." He sighed. "Just ignore her, guys. A reaction is all she wants. It's not that hard."

Later...

"Craig was so fucking badass back there! He put that stupid bitch in her place!" Cartman laughed as they walked back to class.

"He could've gotten into so much trouble, though. Her dad probably has a huge influence in this city if he's the mayor." Stan countered.

"Did you not see all of those kids who were happy? They wanted to hear Craig tell that bitch off! They probably think he's some American hero to them!"

Kenny walked quietly. Cartman was surprisingly right. It was cool to see Craig tell off some brat, especially one who was as snobby and spoiled as she was. If she had acted in the same way that she had at home, she would've been beaten to a pulp.

"She didn't even look phased, though. Did he even go through her?" Kyle questioned.

Kenny took off his mask again. "She's a snob. She probably gets shit like this on the daily and she's only acting tough. If Craig beat her ass up whatever ego she had would've been ripped to shreds like he said."

Cartman bounced back into the conversation yet again and snorted. "All the kids in our class are a bunch of fucking faggots, anyways. Didn't you guys see how they worshipped that vanilla-pop twink like he was their god?" To Cartman's surprise, not one of his friends jumped to agree with him.

The group had made their way to the science classroom, which was, in essence, a science room. The floor was a checkerboard black and white tile, and there were the standard long oak desks that fit two at a table that lined at ten, five per two rows with a sink attached in the middle. In the front of the class was the teacher's desk, scattered with supplies and the tests that fueled her disappointment in the future of French STEM, while a gigantic chalkboard behind it was scribbled with formula upon formula. Possibly the most interesting part were the giant windows on the side the boys were facing that provided a rather scenic view of Paris though if they looked to their right, that would change to a billboard-sized periodic table on the left corner. The four boys situated themselves in the bag and slung their backpacks on the ground and grouped up together again.

Some kids had already gotten to the class before them, and they were quick to notice some familiar faces.

"Dude, I think these kids were in our class earlier!" Stan whispered to Kyle, who then began to scan around the classroom to confirm his claim. and sure enough, it was true. Mylène wasn't even sitting that far from them, and Chloé and her lackey were sitting in the way front. She sat with her legs up while she scrolled on her phone. And eventually, the tall sporty kid in the red hoodie, Kim, filed behind her. He looked back to see them and then turned back. he knew this would be another interesting experience.

Cartman snorted when he spotted Mylène. "I bet she smokes crack based off that nappy weave she has on her head!"

Nino and Adrien then filed in. when Nino saw the group, he waved. Not wanting to make anything awkward, Stan waved back. Adrien just stood and looked awkwardly, but flashed a smile. a shocking way for Adrien to present himself, especially for someone who's face was plastered all over the city walls, but Stan wasn't here to make any enemies most likely because he had the most common sense amongst the quartet. Cartman just chuckled and kicked his feet up in a similar fashion to Chloé.

"Sheesh, Stan! You actually want to make friends here? Even with Mister Supermodel too!" He said it quiet enough for Adrien not to hear it despite sitting in the row in front of them, but it wasn't like he was going to understand their English, especially with Cartman's godawful lisp.

"You're seriously going to get your ass kicked again if you don't shut the fuck up." Stan harshly whispered.

Kyle rolled his eyes and snickered. "Of course, Cartman fucking embarrassed himself already-"He then looked back to the front of the class to see Marinette and Alya walking in, and filing to the way front of the class. Okay, this was getting ridiculous. How many sophomores were even in this damn school? He looked back at his friends. "Does anyone else think that this is fucking ridiculous? Stan's right, we had the same fucking kids in our lit class!"

Kenny smirked. "I bet they just spent all their fucking money trying to rope us to come here, elite school my ass," the four then laughed together at the comment as the science teacher walked in. Tall with a strange short purple haircut and a pointy chin, she looked like a hag shoved in a lab coat. The other students stopped talking and returned to their seats almost immediately, and so did the boys.

"Good morning, class." The teacher croaked pridefully.

"Good morning, Miss. Mendeleiev!" The class chimes back. It sounded like they had come out of a picture book. The four, on the other hand, seemed more interested in what was on their phones than the class. If they had ever done this in Mr. Garrison's class, he'd turn back and ask if any of them had contracted HIV in the last week.

The teacher cleared her throat and slammed both hands menacingly onto the table. "For any students from South Park High School currently in this class, my name is Miss. Mendeleiev, and I will be your chemistry teacher for the time being. and with that, I have some rules and expectations that I heavily advise you should follow if you want to stay on my good side for the next two weeks."

"One, no cell phones are allowed anywhere near my sight." She walked up to Kyle and without any haste, grabbed his phone with ease, swiping it like a trading card. "Since you're a new student, I'll be giving you one warning. Anytime I see this it will be confiscated." she then placed it back in front of him.

Cartman laughed. "Ha! You fucking-"

"And number two, no foul language anywhere in this classroom, young man!"

She crossed her arms. "Any other rule I have would most likely be the same as in any American chemistry class, so I hope you four paid attention in your first week of chemistry."

She walked back towards her desk. "Since I've only been given a small amount of time to work with you, we're going to get started on our unit on elements on the periodic table. Keep in mind, just because you're only here for a rather short time doesn't mean I'm going to be giving you an easy time, and that will be the same for the rest of your classmates. This project will also require you to work in partners, and I hope you four boys have made friends outside of your little penguin huddle I saw before class."

The class quietly chuckled but they didn't seem phased.

Miss. Mendeleiev stood up from where she had been sitting and looked off a clipboard. "Eric and Chloé."

Cartman immediately jolted from his seat in shock with Kenny and Kyle laughing at him.

On the other side of the room, Chloé scoffed. "I can't believe I have to work with that idiot!"

"I-It won't be so bad, maybe." Sabrina attempted to comfort her.

"Not so bad? He's one of those dumb American freaks! Hmmpf!" she crossed her arms. "He's going to embarrass me in front of everyone! I already know it!"

Across the room, Alya and Marinette were giggling. "Poor kid, but at least we're not gonna have to work with Chloé!"

"Stan and Adrien."

Kyle looked over to stan. "Damn, Stan! you got Agreste's kid as your partner! You're going to get so much clout if you guys become friends!"

Cartman glanced at Kyle. "Kyle, don't give Stan any of your Jew ideas and let him ditch us for Mister Supermodel so you can get your own portion of the clout, okay?" Upon hearing that, the daywalker rolled his eyes.

"Aww, sweet! I bet he's gonna be really nice!" Nino reassured Adrien. "That's way better than stuck being around Chloé." He said that name bitterly.

Marinette sighed. "It would've been nice to work with Adrien, just this one time..."

"Don't worry, girl! You're gonna get so many more chances!" Alya reassured her.

"Kyle and Alya."

Cartman looked to whoever Alya was, paused, and looked back at Kyle, noticing a similar trend with the two. "No fucking way! That teacher paired the two daywalkers together! I bet she's just as much of a bitch as you are!"

Marinette looked down to see her friend hiding her face in between her hands. Maybe she was more boy-crazy then she thought. She chuckled. "I don't know, Alya. You did say they weren't that bad looking!"

"Oh my god, hush up!" She hid her face. "This is so freaking embarrassing..."

"Kenny and Marinette."

Cartman turned to Kenny and lightly punched him on the shoulder to get his attention. "You better give her a hot Cosby before this trip is over and sell that shit all over South Park High. I'd pay so much shit to see that."

Alya looked back up, glanced at Kenny and Cartman, and started to playfully taunt. "Ooh! looks like you got your dreamboat's American doppelgänger! I wonder how that feels! this has to be a sign from the heavens or something!"

Marinette began to blush. "W-w-what? no way, Alya! I told you, he probably has those tentacles under that mask! I-I-I have no idea how you see Adrien in him, not at all! Maybe you need to get your glasses fixed or something?"

Alya pointed at her glasses. "These? They're fine! I guess you're just the one having a problem with what's in front of you! I swear, you better not bug this time!"

Chloé would under no obligation bring herself to slip a world out of her mouth let alone make any form of body language that suggested she approved of the fatso who sat across from her. This guy was a major loser and judging by his past actions, would never be near her level, and she wasn't going to let that down any time soon. She pulled out a pocket mirror and began reapplying lip gloss. The whole situation was getting ridiculous.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Whatever between them was so bad that even Cartman could serve as a voice of reason. The same kid who had made someone's parents into chili after he bullied him by selling him pubes. "We get you look like Betty White on menopause under all of that makeup! You don't have to keep putting on all of that Chinese sweatshop lipstick!" He rolled his eyes and kept tapping his fingers onto the arm his hand was visible on. He was getting impatient.

"You actually want to put effort into this dumb project?" She kept smacking her lips to make the look perfect. "Sorry to tell you, but I don't think that's gonna happen."

"I don't want to do this project either, goddamnit! Let's just pick a fucking element and get over this!" He almost slammed his fists onto the table. She just moved on to reapplying mascara.

"Can't you wait five minutes? I'm clearly busy doing something more worthy of my time!" Looks like Cartman had never been truly challenged by someone that shared the same spoiled mentality as him. Oh shit, this was about to get fun.

He snorted, but with enough force that anyone in the room could tell that it wasn't sarcastic. "Oh, please! that's all you can come up with? That's so pathetic, dude! Hearing you is like listening to Kim Kardashian when she put the tampon in wrong-"

"Ugh!" Cartman was getting on her nerves as much as she had gotten into his. "I'm not going to sit here all day like this! Sabrina!" almost immediately, her wire-glassed lackey ran up to her like a dog drooling aimlessly for their master's attention. It had worked certainly for the most part, as Sabrina's wardrobe had benefitted from the transactions but one couldn't help but feel some sort of remorse for the girl who's only friend considered her subhuman.

"Y-y-yes, Chloé?" She even sounded like a battered housewife ready to take the second round of beatings.

"Sabrina, could you be a dear and help us work on our project?" she cooed with a hint of salt. "I promise you that nice Louis Vuitton purse that you said you liked so much that I didn't have room for!" Almost instantly Sabrina picked up the science textbook and chose an element to work on while Chloé continued on her lunchtime makeup routine. Cartman, on the other hand, was amazed by the whole ordeal. She had gotten into her head just as Cartman had over Butters, and all she had to do was promise crap from the bottom of her closet. Of course, he didn't want to admit it. That'd make him look like a sissy bitch.

So, he just snorted. "Wow, you really trusted a ginge."

In the back of the room, vigilantly watching the group in frustration, Alya suddenly threw the paper that was in her hand onto the desk and slouched onto the chair she was sitting on. "What a cheat!" She made a couple of motions with her arms trying to signal to any classmate she could, but by then this was more of a given than shocking. But being a new student, the fact no one called out her behavior was shocking to her.

Kyle awkwardly glanced at her. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Okay?" she scoffed. "Do you not see what she's been doing? look at how she treats Sabrina! That poor girl's doing all their work while she's dolling up! And your friend isn't doing anything to stop it!" By then, Cartman was already tapping away from his phone, probably bragging to Craig about the situation via Snapchat by now.

"You mean Cartman?" Much to his surprise, Cartman seemed to have made a friend by getting along with Chloé when they got forced to work with each other. Must've been because their toxic personalities blended so seamlessly. He laughed at the fact that someone would call the Hitler super fan the pal of a guy who had his bar mitzvah not so long ago. "Nah, he hates everyone that isn't like him. He tried to sacrifice me for a bunch of redheads because we convinced him he became a ginger."

Alya chuckled. "I already know he's just like her just by looking at him." She turned away from the group and looked back at Kyle. "And the thing is, Chloé can just get away with being a spoiled brat because Daddy's the mayor of the city, so she can get everything she wants! I bet when she's older, she's still gonna be a..."

"Bitch." The way the harsh word came out so naturally bemused her. She'd only heard a teacher accidentally slip it out once or twice, and her classmates spoke the language outside school grounds. American school must've been tough as shit if that was the nearest adjective he could come up with.

"Preach it! That girl over there's nothing but a rotten apple, when we're- well, me mostly right now- are the good people. that's what Majestia says: All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing-"

"Oh, my fucking god, dude. are you really gonna yap about superhero shit?" Cartman had heard the entire conversation. "Majestia is probably as fake as fuck, and I bet she's just as fucking horrible as all of those new DC movies coming out!" He sounded just as childish as Chloé did, yet he sounded even more malicious than his counterpart. Chloé looked at her with a smirk.

"No, she's not! You shouldn't even be listening in onto our conversation, go back to actually working on your project!" Alya countered.

Cartman started to laugh. "Our conversation? Dude, how much is your head suck up your ass? He's Jewish! That entire time he was plotting to steal all of your fucking money like all the other greedy Jews while you were miming about capeshit! With how retarded you are, I'm surprised people here treat you more than three-fifths of a person!"

In the back of the classroom, Marinette scowled. Adrien, on the other hand, looked secondhand embarrassed not for Cartman but for the other American kids if this was going to be their first impressions to their classmates. and the fact that Cartman had bullied his supposed friend only because of his religion wasn't making things even better. Imagine all the hateful things he could've convinced Chloé was true about not only them but about their classmates...

Alya had visibly gotten angrier at that quip, but she knew gobbing the tub of lard with a satisfactory sucker punch would only be a relief for the five minutes after and do more harm than good, especially when Chloé would just help him get away with it. So, she just sighed. "Y'know, if you actually paid attention to all those superhero movies you hated, they'd probably tried to tell you not to be such a stuck-up brat to everyone..." she shrugged and looked away. "But what would someone you think is three-fifths of a person like I would know?" She went back to working on the project. Cartman sent her a stink eye and went back to scrolling on his phone putting enough pressure that one tap could crack the screen while Chloé hmphed and looked away. Marinette began to quietly cheer her best friend and did a subtle victory dance.

Kyle, who had surprisingly kept his mouth shut through the entire ordeal, looked over to Cartman who didn't hesitate to flip him off. He looked away towards Alya again. She looked over at him and batted an eye, but she digressed.

"Don't get so worked over a spoiled brat, you'll just waste your time. Honestly, I feel bad for you if that's who you have to be around unless you become one of her zombie friends. You need to know other people, but you probably know me by now, I'm Alya."

He smiled. "Kyle."