Kyle rolled his eyes as Stan and Cartman joined the blonde in howling laughter and jeers. "Shut your fucking mouth, asshole!"
"I'm not wrong."
Upon hearing the three gossiping, Alya rolled her eyes. "What's up with those three? They freak out every time I see them!"
Kyle shrugged. "They're just like that."
"I'm just saying. They all need to get a grip, especially Chloé's second lackey."
In the background, Cartman crossed his arms and rolled his eyes in frustration. "Ay, you stupid bitch! You say anything else and I'll beat your black ass in front of everyone in the school!" He sighed and began to slowly mumble to himself, however, it was inaudible.
Stan nudged him in the shoulder. "Shut up, fatass! I don't want Lady WiFi fucking shit up again!"
"Anyways, you do remember we're meeting at my house for this, right? Didn't want you to bug out and complain that you were in the library for like, two hours until you actually remembered."
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"You're the only kid in the whole class, who FYI, bypassed the Ladyblog's security. You're literally the last person I'd say was an idiot, no joke," she then quickly grabbed him by the arm, which should've shocked and embarrassed him more than the fact that she thought Butters, possibly one of the most naive and short-minded freshmen in the entire high school guessing the password on the first try was in any shape or form of security. He was pretty sure he could hear some of his friends quietly chuckle at that, at least he hoped. "My house is down the street and a few turns. I'm hoping you're not a slow person either."
"Oh, he's going to stop her if he finds a penny on the street because he's a greedy Jew!" Cartman snorted.
Kyle turned around and flipped the fatass off subtly, hiding the rest of his hand in his pocket. Hopefully, Alya didn't hear whatever he said.
Then, Butters began to trot towards, making Cartman roll his eyes and look like he was waiting eagerly for the day that he would meet the Grim Reaper. At least, that was what it looked like to Kenny. "Hey, fellas!" He turned to see Kyle and Alya, who at the moment, had stopped holding hands for some strange reason but were both walking off and talking to each other. "And you didn't say they were dating?"
"Butters, he's only going to her house to fix the Ladyblog because we fucked it up and caused her to become batshit insane, remember?" Stan reminded.
"What about you, Stan? Are you going off somewhere for the night?"
"I'm going to Adrien's. You know him, right? The supermodel guy?"
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Stan... Stan, you don't have to remind us for the millionth time, dude. We get that you're best friends with some teen model that's in our class. Not all of us are that capable."
"You're only 'not capable' because you've been a piece of shit to everyone here except Chloé," Stan countered.
"At least you can hang out with me, Eric!" Butters chirped.
"Yeah, I'm super psyched about it too," Cartman retorted sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
Then, in the corner of everyone's eyes, the same long white limousine from only three days ago pulled up to where the group was standing. They all knew who the sleek ride was meant for.
The chauffeur walked out of where he had been sitting and opened the door.
"Woah! That's for us?" Butter gleamed, looking at his blurry reflection. "Teacher PC must be really nice to us!"
"We can't even afford new buses, Butters. Where would the school even get the damn money for a limo in France?" Kenny countered.
"Then who's it for?"
They spotted Adrien and Nino talking amongst the crowd that was still leaving from out of the doors, for some odd reason that they couldn't fathom.
"For Stan's new best friend."
Adrien waved goodbye at Nino and then walked over to the limo. It wasn't much of a surprise that he was confused by the fact that Butters was making silly poses in the reflection of the limo while Cartman and Kenny were crowded over him.
He looked over at Stan, who made the normal decision of getting himself away from the three. "What the?"
"So cool! You're the same kid from all the ads I've seen all around the city!" Butters immediately opened his backpack and pulled out a small notebook. "Can I get your autograph?"
"Butters, stop. You're embarrassing yourself," Cartman retorted. "Adrien, dude. Please don't waste your time."
"Shut up," Stan whispered. "Let him do whatever the hell he wants."
Instead of taking Cartman's advice, he took a pen from his bag and signed the book. "I don't see why not. I'm not in a rush home!"
He gave the book back to Butters, who was gleaming in joy.
"Oh, golly! This is awesome!" He put the book back into his backpack.
The chauffeur, a large and burly man who looked quite similar to Marinette's dad in terms of body type, then motioned his hand in front of the group. Almost immediately, Butters and Cartman backed up and ran away. Kenny looked at them and walked in the other direction leaving Stan alone on the other side.
"Do you need a ride?" The blonde offered.
"If we're hanging out at your house for the night, probably."
"Oh, right! If you want, we can just go straight to my house!" He sounded like he was confused. He must've at least been new for the school year, probably new to actual social situations. But that seemed like a total stretch.
He didn't even sound like Butters, who fucked up at everything he did but somehow had the balls to say he plays Hello Kitty Adventure Island. Was that even a compliment?
The driver stepped outside. "Adrien, what has been taking you so long?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if my friend would like a ride."
The driver looked at Stan, analyzed him and then turned back to Adrien. "Vous savez que votre père n'aime pas les actes de bonté envers les étrangers."
Oh... shit. They were talking in French to each other. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that meant that they were most likely talking shit, but how the hell did the driver know Stan was American at first glance? Those were questions that he'd probably never get the answer to.
Adrien countered back, also in French. "Non, c'est bien. Il va vient de ma maison, et Nino vient aussi."
From the very little French that PC hamfisted into the students almost two weeks before the trip, all he understood was "no" and "good" which were hopefully meant in a positive light.
The driver glared at him for a minute, possibly to make a decision, and opened the door. "D'accord. Just tell him not to cause any form of commotion or else he'd be kicked to the curb."
Later... near Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
Token took a straw wrapper and started to flick it across the table that Craig's Gang had been sitting at for half an hour. "I don't know why out of all the places in the damn city, he chose this small bakery."
"Ask him. He said this place specifically yet he doesn't even fucking show up," Craig retorted. Then, he saw Kenny running at possibly Mach speed towards the group of five, stopping near Craig. "Never mind."
"What the hell happened? It took you like, thirty minutes," Clyde asked.
"Cartman was acting like a bitch because no one invited him anywhere because everyone had common sense, Kyle got all bitchy because we made fun of him for acting like a virgin and Stan got a free ride in Agreste's limo," Kenny rolled his eyes and sat on a nearby chair. "There. Is that what you wanted?"
"Damn, those idiots are fucking dysfunctional, dude!" Token countered quietly.
"Who's the chick Kyle scored with?" Jimmy asked. "D-d-d-dude hasn't had... had... had pussy since the day he came out his mom's!" With that joke, everyone started to laugh.
"Wow! What a terrific audience!"
"Alya Césaire."
"Alya? You mean the same chick who almost killed him? Dude's kinda fucking desperate if that's how low he's gotten!" Clyde snorted.
Kenny shrugged. "Not really, he doesn't want to be there apparently. I wouldn't mind. She's kinda nice looking if I'm being honest."
"But aren't you into that Asian chick, man?" Tweek asked, downing a cup of coffee in the process. "Like, you know, the Marinette girl?"
"She's flatter than a pancake!" Clyde giggled childishly.
"I can say any chick looks hot, it's not like I'm dating Marinette or something. As much as I kinda wish I am so it's easier to get her into bed," Kenny laughed.
"Agh! Dude, that's so weird!" Tweek countered.
"I've got my ways. I'm not saying it's gonna happen but we'll see."
Craig then turned around to see Marinette walk into the bakery, and then turned back to Kenny with the most flabbergasted look on his face. "Dude..."
Kenny smirked. "She lives there."
"You clever motherfucker."
Outside of Hotel Le Grand Paris
"And today in history, we were talking about the Renaissance! Did you know that in France, the princess Marie Antoinette was so shocked to see the peasants' revolt that her hair immediately turned grey, Eric? That's so cool!" Butters cheered as he and Cartman walked towards the hotel. If you put Butters in front of a painted wall that was drying, he would find something interesting about it.
"Butters, that was the Revolution, not the Renaissance," Cartman sighed. "What was the highest score you got on a history test?"
The blonde paused. "A 95%!"
Cartman didn't want to admit that Butters scored higher than him. That was reputation suicide. "Of course."
"So... what do you want to do? Play cards? Watch TV? Go to the computer downstairs?" Was there a choice of making him shut up? Cartman could only dare dream of that. "Oh, this will be so fun!"
"You two losers actually think that Marie Antoinette was in the Renaissance?" Chloé had been leaning on a nearby pole near the entrance. Great, now the brunette was stuck with these two buffoons. This was going to be the worst Thursday of his life. Sitting in a synagogue with Kyle and his family would be way better than this bullshit. "Hah! You guys are so pathetic!"
"Great, now I'm probably stuck around your bitchy ass for the rest of the night too."
"Are you stupid?" She paused for a moment to think of what she could say. Sad. "No, I mean how stupid are you? I live here! Where else would I be on a Thursday night? Ugh!"
"At your friend's house, like Kenny, Kyle and Stan are?" Butters responded sheepishly.
"Oh, I wish. But I have way too many friends to just go around every night! That would take too long, and besides, what'll happen if I don't like them anymore and don't want to hang out with them?" Chloé sarcastically jabbered. "Anyways... I didn't come out here to hear your boring life stories when I could just get some tea to help me fall asleep if I needed to. Are you two any good at computers? Or like, anything at all?"
"I'm good at something!"
"Talking nonsense is not what I meant."
"No! I can help you with that computer stuff! I helped Kyle break into the Ladyblog a few days ago! Right, Eric?"
"As much as I want to say he's not, he's right," Cartman confirmed.
"Kyle, the stupid redhead brat who almost got me killed because of that blog of hers? I mean, he's probably a dork if he can talk to Alya for more than ten seconds without throwing up or laughing at her! She's so delusional! She thinks she's, like, BFF's with Ladybug herself because she got one video interview! She should know that I'm Ladybug's real BFF!"
"Dude, you hate Kyle too? He's such a sneaky Jew rat!" For the first time in a million years, someone actually agreed with him! Though it was Chloé.
"He's like a second Alya. One of them is bad, but when there's the two of them, it's awful!"
"It's like those two dipshits were made for each other! Snotty, pretentious, and opinionated! If they ever had kids, the fucking apocalypse would happen!"
"Hey, fellas. When are we going inside? I'm tired," Butter chirped in, breaking the hate-filled conversation and sending it to a breeching halt, for now
"Did he just call me fella?" Chloé snorted. "That's so gross! Not even my daddy calls people that!"
"You better get used to it, or else you won't have a submissive doing all your bullshit for you!" Cartman retorted.
