Friday
Miss. Bustier's classroom, Collége Françoise DuPont
"Just one more day and we're out of this fucking shithole!" Cartman gleamed as he walked towards the familiar classroom. "I've been more excited about leaving this goddamn place than I was coming here!"
It had seemed that throughout the entire week, Cartman was the most excited about returning home, probably because the fatass had not made any friends unlike his three peers unless you counted Chloe. But Cartman had never seen her as an equal, just a whiny brat with leverage over all the other pathetic whiny brats at this school that he so desperately latched onto to look threatening. Which, like the rest of his stupid schemes, didn't work out in the end. Even Kenny made a friend out of Nathaniel, who had threatened to butcher him into pieces during the beginning of the trip.
"I don't know about you, but I thought that this has been pretty fun so far," Stan countered, sending a shockwave of ideas to Cartman's head that he could use to embarrass the shit out of him in front of the small quartet.
Cartman smirked. "Because you and Adrien needed a fucking room half the time you even made eye contact with him."
"At least he talked to someone who wasn't a snotty bitch that used him for leverage," Kenny smirked, sending the two other boys into small chuckles and maybe even a small burst of laughter. One of those boys was not Cartman, who seemed like he wasn't phased but was steaming from the inside. "And what about you, Kenny? Did you give Marinette a slow Cosby while you were at her house a few days ago? I'm guessing she didn't because who the fuck would want to blow a poor hick like you?"
"Shut it, you tub of lard! Or else I won't bother trying to save your ass the next time you start squealing like a pig!"
Kyle still quietly chuckled as Kenny was berating Cartman, but stopped and regained his composure. "Jesus Christ, Cartman! Calm down dude, you're turning into a fucking bull already!"
"Are you trying to get roasted too, you fucking Jew?" Cartman took a breath and looked like he was about to unleash five years of wrath onto the entire group, "I'm sorry Kyle, but if I remember this correctly, aren't you the same guy who gets his dick hard to some annoying nerd bitch who almost fucking killed us all because you just had to impress her with your retarded hacking skills, or am I wrong?"
"And then you ask why you weren't invited to my Bar Mitzvah last year!" Kyle's Bar Mitzvah was almost a perfect clone of his party at Casa Bonita a few years back, instead of only a select number of friends he invited almost all of his class... except for Cartman. However, what caused him to look like a roasted pig more than at Casa Bonita was that the party after was going to be held at the brand new paintball place, somewhere that he was eager to visit. Trying desperately to get into the party, instead of locking Butters in a fallout shelter, he had hatched the perfect plan of disguising himself as one of the workers that monitored the guests and sneaking through at the end. It may have sounded good on paper, but at the last minute, he was caught by one of the actual workers and promptly kicked out.
Cartman surprisingly changed moods and began to laugh at the memory. "You have to admit, though. That was a good plan!"
When they entered the classroom, Chloé was standing cross-armed directly in front of the quartet with Sabrina standing next to her. "Cartman, why did you make Butters get akumatized?" The classroom got quiet as every eye turned to Cartman, piercing him like daggers. She was looking to make herself look like a saint despite being just as involved in the incident.
Fortunately, Cartman was prepared to handle such a shitstorm. He cleared his throat. "Hmm, I don't know. But Chloé, didn't you tell us that you were only using your best friend just so someone could do your homework?"
Chloé placed her hand near her with a shocked expression etched across her face, looking even closer to the victim she was trying to portray for the class. "Me? Being a horrible friend to my best friend Sabrina? How dare you accuse me of such slander! Are you trying to get me akumatized too?" Kim walked down, his fist in his hand ready to defend his lady from the dishonorable Cartman. Instead of being petrified, he let out a burst of laughter.
"Are you trying to get a fucking hitman on me? What is this, the fucking French Mafia?"
Kenny looked over at Stan and Kyle, then walked up towards Cartman placing his hand on his shoulder. "Cartman, stop. You could seriously get your ass handed to you if you don't stop."
Cartman didn't stop despite Kenny's pleas, but he kept going at it. He pointed a finger at the three students in front of him. "You didn't answer my question, Bourgeois! Didn't you tell me and Butters that you were using your so-called best friend? That you're just a shallow, heartless bitch that's incapable to actually forming relationships with people?"
Alya, who was standing next to Marinette buried her palm in her face. "They both need to seriously chill. Especially Cartman."
All of a sudden, a familiar sound of potent mouth-breathing could be heard a few feet from the door, along with a dramatic marching. Oh, shit. Whatever Cartman fucking did would land everyone in the room into serious trouble. Teacher PC slammed open the door and marched his way to the front of the classroom, causing the students who were standing nearby to back up in confusion. He must've been convincing Mr. Damocles about agreeing to punish so-called "microagressions". He stopped mouth-breathing and cleared his throat. "What the hell is going on here?"
Chloé, who had clearly mentally prepared for this situation began to whimper. "Eric Cartman was bullying me!"
Teacher PC began to tremble in frustration and looked over at Cartman, who was surprisingly confused about what was going on. "Is what this young lady saying true?"
Cartman attempted to counter. "What the fuck, no-"
This didn't deter the blonde, who just kept whimpering and even started to pretend to water her eyes. "Oh, of course, it's true! I was just talking to my best friend Sabrina and all of a sudden this meanie was accusing me of being a fake friend and even called me the B-word! How could you ever think that what he did was not bullying? He even just said the F-word right now!" She turned towards Kim. "Right?" He nodded, which caused the teacher to start trembling even more which caused her to start quietly chuckling to Sabrina.
At this point, his face was tomato red, causing the other boys to back away and scramble up to their seats. Chloé had just unleashed a fucking volcano on the entire class, whether she was aware of it or not. "ERIC CARTMAN, HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO DEMEAN WOMEN IN THE TWENTY-FIRST FUCKING CENTURY! WHAT'S UP? WHAT'S FUCKING UP WITH THAT, BRO?"
He turned to the class, who were staring in shock. "You know what? For slandering this innocent young, beautiful woman, I am going to Principal Damocles and he will punish you all with community service, except for this young woman of course!" When he was finished with what he was saying, he opened the door and walked out. Chloé, who was satisfied with the endgame of the ordeal, smirked and walked back to her seat as pretentious and snotty as she always was.
Cartman who seemed to be unphased about his punishment rolled his eyes and walked to his seat. "Whatever, community service is less boring than this stupid class anyways."
Outside of Collége Françoise DuPont
Under the so-called blistering hot sun of Paris, Cartman yawned and fanned himself by flapping his red hoodie around almost revealing his glorious gut acting as if the French capital ever received desert-like temperatures daily. When he was finished with his indecent exposure, he wiped his forehead. "Man, all this work is making me tired! Don't you guys feel the same?"
Kyle pointed angrily at the empty black garbage bag next to him. "You haven't even picked up any trash, fatass! How the hell are you already tired?"
As Kyle had stated beforehand, Teacher PC somehow got his plans through with Principal Damocles, even though he had screamed at possibly every class in the school, and the two had decided that the obvious punishment was a round of community service for Miss. Bustier's French literature class with them picking up litter surrounding the entire school building while Chloé had the luxury of sitting on a step and browsing on her phone while adding on to the litter with bubblegum wrappers and whatever else was currently in her pockets.
Cartman laughed. "What? Picking up trash gets sand in your vagina too?" He then pointed to the ground. "While you're at it, maybe you could also find some shekels if you're lucky enough so you're not cranky all day."
"I wouldn't be so smug about it when it's your fatass that got everyone in trouble because you just had to start drama with Chloé on a Friday morning instead of following Craig's advice of ignoring her," Kenny put down his stick and countered. "Is it just too hard for you to keep your fucking trap shut for one minute?"
"Shut up, you fucking hillbilly! You were there and you saw that it wasn't me! It was that snotty bitch that did everything and she got away with it!"
Cartman pointed over at Chloé, who was minding her own business entrapped on her own phone when all of a sudden one of their classmates had accidentally bumped into her, not looking where they were stepping. The blonde looked up and quipped maniacally at the girl most likely threatening her with her daddy issues, watching smugly as the girl ran off looking like she was going to explode in crocodile tears.
"Huh," Kyle countered. "I like the fact that whenever you're the victim, you demand all of us kiss your ass and do whatever you want but whenever someone else is in trouble, you just laugh along with it and do nothing to stop her."
Stan laughed. "I don't think you're even mad, dude. You're probably jealous that she has more power over us as the mayor's daughter than you could ever dream of having back home. You've already got your ass handed to you multiple times by her."
This did nothing to counter the drama, only sending Cartman on yet another one of his chimp-outs. "What the fuck, dude? Do you really think I'm scared of some bitch who can't even go to school without covering herself in makeup? I've done more things than she could even dream of doing, I could kill her fucking mayor dad and cook him up like I did with that Tenorman's dumbass for all I care!"
Stan chuckled and went back to picking up trash. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
After a few minutes that seemed treacherous, Cartman began to chuckle to himself, sounding more of a lunatic at first impression than ever. This caused the three around him to stop what they were doing and focus their attention onto him.
"Wait, guys!" He shuffled around in his pockets until he found what he had been looking for. "I have the perfect plan to get rid of that stupid bitch for good!" He announced exuberantly. He shuffled through the giant pocket in front of his hoodie and pulled out a small bright pink bottle so that it's existence would be obvious to the naked eye. Inside we're grounded green spices and shook it between his fingers. "I found these in the kitchen of the hotel while you were all fighting Butters on his man period."
Kyle soon realized what Cartman's scheme would unfold and quickly grabbed the plastic bottle out of his fingers. "Oh, no Cartman. You are not doing that."
"You better not be ruining my plans, you fucking Jew!" He quickly swiped the bottle back from Kyle making sure no one else saw what was going to happen. "Do you want her to keep pissing all of us off? It's about time someone put that damn bitch in her place!"
"Kyle's right. We're all going to get busted if they actually think we had weed on us. I can tell this place has a no-tolerance policy," Stan added. Nonetheless, this did nothing to Cartman. At that point, he had walked away from the group and got closer to the staircases where Chloé was still preoccupied on her phone, her backpack next to her. Quickly, Cartman unzipped the smaller pouch, slipped the small bottle but did not close it back up on purpose before running back to where he had been standing and going back to work as if nothing had happened only a few minutes ago.
Miss. Bustier walked outside and towards the group, gathering everyone around in a circle except for Chloé who was still preoccupied and hadn't noticed her backpack being intruded on. "Principal Damocles thinks that we've all had enough today and that your punishment had been served."
She looked over at Chloé. "Miss. Bourgeois! We're about to go back in!" She turned her phone off and quickly slung on her backpack causing the small pink bottle to fall onto the floor as Cartman had planned, causing the remnants to spill on the floor on impact. Upon sight of the mess, she shrieked.
The teacher immediately ran over to Chloé and discovered the reefer madness on the floor. The look on her face seemed that it didn't matter that she was the mayor's daughter since she would be getting the punishment of a lifetime. "Chloé, do you know that possession of drugs like these are a serious offense at Collegé Françoise DuPont, or in any school at Paris?"
The blonde gulped in total confusion as Cartman began to quietly chuckle. It looked like the Jew was finally been thwarted. Maybe this would finally be Chloé's downfall?
Then, Principal Damocles walked out of the same door that Miss. Bustier had walked out of. "What is going on here?"
"It seems that Chloé Bourgeois had marijuana in her possession, judging on whatever's gotten on the floor."
Chloé then began to freak out at mass proportions. "M-M-Mister Damocles, there's no way I'd ever have any of those disgusting drugs on me! I swore that I'd ever use them in health class! My daddy would never approve of that!"
"But it seems like these drugs were in your possession. Miss. Bourgeois, you do know that anyone possessing drugs is a serious misdemeanor, no matter who or your parents are? Is that correct?"
She gulped and nodded.
"Very well, miss. I will have to contact your father about this... little incident-" He began to walk towards the door when Adrien bolted from where he was standing and walked up towards the principal. "Stop! Chloé wasn't the one who brought those drugs!"
The principal turned around. "Ah, Mr. Agreste. Who had them then?"
"When I was picking up trash, I heard Eric Cartman talking to his friends about how he was going to put them in her backpack to get her in trouble because he was angry at her for saying he was the one who hurt Butters!"
The entire class then turned towards the four boys while Stan, Kyle and Kenny began to back away while Cartman was still laughing enthusiastically. The class sent him snarls of confusion and even disgust. When Cartman soon realized that his friends were nowhere to be seen, he got quieter. The principal walked up towards him, and put his hand on his shoulder. "This was the boy who put the marijuana in Chloé's backpack?"
Adrien nodded. The principal looked back towards him. "And you stated that he was talking about this plan with his friends. Were his friends also involved?" The trio looked at each other but stayed silent.
"No, sir. They were actually trying to stop him from doing it, but it was too late!" It wasn't a shock that Stan's friend would have most likely defended them if the time or the question came, however Kenny had barely said anything to stop Cartman so to him, it was a shock that he even bothered to defend him. But hey, it got him out of Cartman's bullshit.
"Well then, I apologize Miss. Bourgeois. However, you young man will have to face the severe consequence of attempting to get a classmate in trouble," he pulled Cartman alongside him and began to walk towards the principal, while Cartman began to shoot glances of anger at both Adrien and Chloé, who was too shocked about the fact that someone had done that much to even look smugly at him back, and even his friends for attempting to thwart his grand scheme.
"Goddamnit! This would've fucking worked if that stupid blonde twink didn't have to ruin everything!" He began screaming as the door closed behind the two.
Meanwhile, at Hawkmoth's lair...
"How far one will go to rid of someone they deeply despise only for their plans to crumble right before them only to show their true anger towards their classmates, and even their close friends."
A butterfly landed on his palm, which he encased releasing dark purple magic onto the butterfly creating an akuma just for Cartman.
As the butterfly flew away, he slammed his cane onto the floor, erupting through the sounds of the butterflies. "Fly away, little akuma. And evilize him!"
