"So, do you already have anything in mind?" Marinette looked over at Kenny, who looked like he was reading hard into the chemistry book they were given. "I don't want to make you feel like you're forced to work on something you don't want to do."
The class had resumed working on the project after the small Cartman vs Alya: Dawn of Classroom Justice and like everyone else, it seemed like they had gotten nowhere, even when they had just started. especially when Marinette tried her hardest to be oblivious to any of Adrien and Kenny's similarities even when they were extremely obvious.
He kept flipping through the pages. "I don't care." Marinette didn't understand him, he sounded too muffled up. It was no use; he was going to be unreachable.
He didn't care because he'd rather be looking at a supermodel's bare chest than this. Speaking of bare chests, this chick's was possibly as flat as a pancake though he wouldn't mind taking her shirt off and checking if he was right but probably not in the middle of class. Cartman would piss his pants and capture the entire thing on Snapchat for the world to see if that plan ever came to fruition, but judging how pissy he got when talking to Kyle's partner, someone needed to turn his frown (and those forehead fat lumps) upside down. So, he just kept flipping through the dumb book to see if there was anything interesting worth his time.
"Miss. Mendeleiev isn't one of our best teachers, she always gives us these boring projects and then grades them pretty harshly," it was obvious that she was doing anything to get his attention, but to Marinette, it was like talking to a whiteboard. He only listens, never speaks. And when he did, she could barely understand him. Maybe Chloé had gotten into his head and convinced him not to talk to her, but she still had to try. "But she's the only bad teacher we have. You'll see that everyone else is miles better!" But alas, it still didn't work.
Then, she had an idea that would be quite risky. Hopefully, she wouldn't start foaming at the mouth and give Chloé yet another idea to use to embarrass her. "Y'know, my friend thinks you look like Adrien- You, uh, know him by now, right?" She really needed to work on not stuttering like a mess. Kenny then blinked and snapped back to reality. Roleplay didn't sound so bad, especially when it got him into this girl's pants and shut her up. "Really?"
Finally! It worked! He actually talked back! Oh, what a relief it is. "Yep, she says that even Chloé would think you look just like him!"
"Hm, really?" Kenny shot back, tongue in cheek. This was getting fun. He had probably noticed Marinette's face burn up the more she talked about Adrien than a fat white guy's sunburn and kept going along just to see her suffer, albeit in a playful way. It was no fun being a malicious piece of shit like Cartman. She then pulled out a picture from her phone of the boy with the same yellow hair, but green eyes instead of blue. They did look alike, but with some minor differences- but they could be twins if you put them together. "His dad's Gabriel Agreste, one of the biggest fashion designers in the world. He didn't want him to go to school but he somehow convinced him to."
She abruptly changed the conversation. "But I don't think so, not to be mean, but Adrien's just... one of a kind!" She then pointed to the mask covering half of Kenny's mouth. "And you're probably hiding something under there!"
He cheekily leered. "Do you want to see for yourself?" he began to slowly unmask himself until Marinette began frantically shaking her hands, pleading for him to stop. "I-I was just joking! You didn't have to do that!" He pulled it back up.
He then got a bit closer to Marinette and turned on the charm. "I honestly want to hear what you have in mind. I don't think the teacher would like it if she only heard my opinion."
That caught her off-guard. She shrugged. "I'm not a big fan of the periodic table, either. We could just choose a random one and see where it takes us."
"Good idea," Kenny replied and began flipping through the book again, but this time with a purpose. Mission successful.
Stan had already begun working on the project when something had urgently slammed onto the desk. Stan looked towards the epicenter of the sound. It was Adrien shakily pulling up a chair while he had placed his bag onto the table. It seemed like everything he did screamed awkward, but he wasn't going to be too harsh on that. He understood before the other three that he was in a new situation from his dad Randy bumbling about the news to his wife while Shelly shat herself (not literally, fortunately) upon hearing about at the dinner table. It would just make things even worse to be judgmental like Kyle would've been. He turned to him.
"Is that how your friend usually treats people? he was being mean to Alya and he didn't even know who she was! I really feel bad for you-"
"Don't worry, we're all used to him right now." Stan countered calmly and then looked over at the two. Chloé had blown a kiss in their direction but he definitely knew who it was for. In the silence, he guessed. "You guys are...?"
"Not at all!" He retorted urgently. he must've gotten it often, probably because someone said otherwise. "She's just... been my only friend for a while and only that, but sometimes she thinks we're more than that. It gets annoying but I'm used to it by now."
"Nevermind, them. You guys looked like siblings anyways, so that was kinda weird. Anyways, don't worry about him. he's not going to do anything worse than this if we're around him." Stan reassured. But would that be the truth? He and everyone else only hoped. The bell rang, and the commotion out of the classroom began greater than ever before. Fortunately, Miss. Mendeleiev wasn't the "the bell doesn't let you out, I do" kind of teacher that littered the classrooms of South Park High so she just yelled out a few reminders as the students packed themselves through the door.
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"My partner was so fucking pathetic! She didn't even want to do anything unless she liked it! I can't believe the teacher actually thought I could deal with this!" Cartman whined on the steps down to the exit when in reality he was quite impressed with how she was able to bend Sabrina's mind more than a Chinese gymnast.
"You said the same with Heidi and look where that got you." Kyle retorted smugly. The wounds were still fresh.
"Oh, shut the fuck up you shifty Jew! You're only acting like that because that she-male daywalker bitch tried to tell me off! I bet you already want to get into her pants for that!" Cartman countered while Kyle just rolled his eyes.
"What about your partner, Kenny? You seemed a bit playful with her when she asked you something." Stan was clearly trying to change the topic.
"She wanted me to do everything for some reason and it was really fucking weird."
"Maybe she's got the hots for you?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Kenny shook his head. "Nah, she doesn't. It's so obvious she likes that tweeny-bop vanilla twink. she even said her friend thought I looked like him."
"You shouldn't call him that, he's actually a really cool guy. He doesn't like Chloé as much as the rest of us do." Stan retorted.
What they didn't know was who their science partners were would be the least of their concerns, and what could be considered their greatest scheme ever pulled off by the four boys would be coming very soon.
All of a sudden, Butters rushed through the doors and towards the group. Surprisingly, he hadn't been placed in their class and they hadn't seen him since they came here.
"Oh, hamburgers! Kenny! You have to see this!" Out of breath, Butters fished through his backpack and pulled out a crude drawing of what looked like Kenny being frozen as Marinette had a passionate kiss with an unknown man. However, he had to admire the details that were placed on his outfit. A long, flowing purple cape and an evil staff made him look more like a Saturday morning cartoon villain rather than a kid who just happened to work with his high school crush.
Kenny took it. "What the fuck? I barely know these people."
Stan looked closer. "Butters, where did you get this?"
"I-I was in the library with Jimmy because he needed to do some research for his comedy sketch, and we found this ginger kid scribbling in his notebook. When he left, we looked at it and ripped it out."
Cartman sneered. "Of course, it was a ginger. They always do crazy shit like this."
"Wait! There's a name scribbled on the bottom. Look!" Stan pointed to a signature. "'NATHANIEL KURTZBURG.'"
They all became quiet.
"Nathaniel? Wasn't that the same kid the teacher yelled at for moving around in his seat?" Kyle asked.
"I guess he had a reason, he's got the hots for Marinette and he's mad that Kenny's her partner."
"Dude, that's so fucking creepy. We have to take this to PC so he can give it to the principal." Kenny took the drawing and stuffed it into his backpack.
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Hotel Le Grand Paris
"Alright, students, listen up. I want to know about your experiences in a Parisian high school. Was it an interesting experience learning about French culture? Did you make any new friends with the French students?" PC Principal, now Teacher PC was next to a projector screen with the Paris skyline on it.
"So, I've heard about what Craig and Tweek have done from Monsieur Damocles, and I want to talk about it. One of the students berated this gay couple, and I want you guys to know that HOMOPHOBIA IS NOT FUCKING OKAY ON ANY GROUNDS, ESPECIALLY SCHOOL GROUNDS!"
The whole room when silent. "So, I also want to make it clear that I want everyone here to be as kind and respectful to other people as much as possible, even when they attack you because BULLYING IS NOT FUCKING ACCEPTABLE OR TOLERATED IN ANY COUNTRY!"
"So, I want to leave the microphone open to anyone who wants to speak about their experiences, and let others learn from it."
The boys huddled up with one another.
"Guys, we have to tell PC one way about this shit before it gets worse," Kyle whispered
"Kyle's right. He said he's already spoken with that Damocles guy so he could get suspended for good for being a fucking creep." Stan added.
"I'm not going up though. Kenny, since the drawing's about you maybe you should."
Kenny sighed and walked up. He was going to have to bullshit an entire speech.
"Kenneth looks like he wants to talk. Tell us, what's happened to you in Paris that you want us to know." He hated whenever PC called him that. It was always associated with some form of trouble.
He cleared my throat. "I want to use this platform to talk about someone who's been attacking me, someone I barely know."
PC stopped. "Excuse me, you've been a victim of harassment too?"
"Oh, my fucking god, Kenny." Cartman sneered. "This better be good."
Kenny pulled out the drawing. "My friend Butters Stotch found that one of the students in my class named Nathaniel Kuntzberg had drawn this after I had been paired up with his crush."
Teacher PC rushed towards Kenny and looked at the drawing with an expression of horror.
"Are you sure this is one of the students in your class? Because whoever did this is going to have to face some serious repercussions."
Kenny nodded.
PC turned towards the crowd of ninth graders. "I JUST WANT ALL OF YOU TO KNOW, THAT IF ANYONE IS BULLYING YOU OR MAKING YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY, YOU SHOULD REPORT IT TO ME, YOUR TEACHER, OR MONSIEUR DAMOCLES BECAUSE THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER AND WILL NOT BE FUCKING TOLERATED!"
The room fell silent again, against the quiet snickering of Cartman.
"Holy shit, dude." Stan echoed.
"Since this isn't anyone here and someone who is a student at this school, I'm going to have to speak with the headmaster of the school about this and see what forms of repercussions that the student will face," Teacher PC took the drawing from Kenny. "Other than that, it'll be the same as tomorrow. I hope everyone is having a good day."
Near the room where Teacher PC's class was located and overhearing the entire conversation, Chloé and her henchman Sabrina were quickly peering in and out as their ears were pressed onto the light cream walls of the lobby.
Chloé quickly turned to Sabrina when she saw Teacher PC forcefully grab the slip of paper from Kenny's hand. "It's that Nathaniel freak again! I told you!"
"Nathaniel would do it again?" Sabrina quietly asked.
"That's what I thought! And it's about Marinette again!" She sneered. "I can't believe someone would actually have feelings for that pretentious brat!
The floor began to rumble beneath them not because of an earthquake, but from the yelling of the teacher. Chloé and Sabrina clutched onto anything they could find to keep themselves at bay, whether it was a pillar or a houseplant.
"Whoever that is, I'm so glad he isn't our teacher!" Sabrina chimed.
When the floor stopped shaking and the hotel back to normal, Chloé let go of what she was holding onto, and let out a grin. "I know what I'm going to do tomorrow."
"W-what?"
"He's going to finish the rest of mine and that Cartman kid's project if he wants to keep that little secret of his, whether he wants to or not.
Martinette's room, Tom Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
"So now Alya's convinced this new boy looks just like Adrien, and she thinks you might like him?" Tikki was munching on a chocolate chip cookie.
"And the thing is, now I have to work with him on a project for English! That means that he might have to go to my house, and see all my pictures of Adrien, and think that's him, and he's going to think that I like him TOO!" She grabbed her head, "Tikki! What am I going to do?"
"Marinette!" Tikki flew towards her. "I don't think he's going to think all of those pictures are him."
"They look the same, that's the problem! He just has blue eyes."
"But he also has a totally different personality and a way of thinking from Adrien. And he's probably around different people, too. What's he like?"
"Well, he doesn't talk that much. He was at the bakery today for lunch and... he didn't say anything to me until we had to work together. But he doesn't talk a lot to his friends, he sits behind me and Alya."
"He sits behind you? What a coincidence."
"It's like this whole thing was set up against me or something. Chloé probably did all of this to take Adrien for herself! That sneaky little pest!" She crossed her arms. "But what she doesn't know is that I'm not going to fall into her little trap!"
"But I don't think that this is anything that Chloé herself did, either. And besides, if you can take on any villain with only a yo-yo, I think Kenny won't be much of an annoyance."
Marinette grasped onto the kwami and pulled her towards her face, nuzzling Tikki. "Thanks a lot, Tikki!"
Hotel Le Grand Paris
Kyle slumped onto the bed. "We've been doing nothing but watching Terrance and Phillip for the last three hours. Aren't you guys even bored in the slightest?" It took a fart joke and everyone else laughing to answer his question. He rolled his eyes.
Something other than watching the same fart jokes over and over again for three hours straight would be a relief, but what were they going to do? They barely knew a sliver of French other than 'Bonjour' and 'omelet du fromage' and if PC had found out they would have been extradited from the country. But the ambience changed when it switched to commercial break.
"Oh, goddamnit! Now we're going to have to watch a bunch of naked chicks sell shampoo while Kenny's jacking dry to it!" Cartman grunted as he crossed his arms, "Can someone please change the channel?"
Kyle grabbed for the remote, but instead of changing the channel he switched it off.
"No one asked for you to turn in off, you Jew rat!"
"If you want it on, you're going to have to chase me for it, but I guess you can't because you're a fucking fatass!" The room burst into laughter. Cartman slumped back onto the bed and glared at him.
"The day vengeance comes to you better come quicker than the day Kenny gets a penile enlargement and bangs that French chick!"
The sound of the bathroom door slamming open erupted, and Kenny walked out. "For fuck's sake, man! Why do you always use me as your damn punching bag?"
"Dude, it's so fucking obvious you want to fuck her. None of us are retarded."
Stan shrugged. "I mean, he has a point. You were eyeing her the moment you sat behind her."
"His dick was probably in his hand when they were talking in that bakery too," Kyle added.
Kenny sighed. "Whatever. Just don't bring it up or the teacher, Bustier or PC. They're going to flip shit."
"You better beat that Nathaniel kid at it first. Hit a few nails in the coffin." Stan laughed.
However, what they didn't know is that they wouldn't just be hitting a few nails on the coffin, they'd be unleashing a form of evil never seen before. One that would take more than the heroes of Paris to stop.
