Chapter 2: And the trouble comes from afar
Whoa.
Just whoa. This was all just too much to take in all at once.
The red velvet carpet, the intoxicating aroma of sweet, delicious chocolate… actually, I think Cartman invited me here in particularly, to torture me the all the beautiful smells that I could never taste. Because I was diabetic. That asstard.
Cursing silently under my breath, I turned to face Stan, whose hand was on my shoulder. "Dude, you ok?"
"Yeah, just fine. Can you believe this?" My eyes quickly scanned the room of which we were currently standing in. It was only the main entrance, but it seemed as though Cartman had done some decorating, in the short time he owned it.
Portraits of nude woman—fuck; my Mom would kill me if she saw this—one every two feet or something. Kenny was obviously excited over this. Pretending to grope the breasts of every single one of them.
'Pervert.' I thought, shrugging it off as I sped down the hallway, trying to remove the disgusting images that made their way into my head as I accidently caught myself looking at one of the paintings as I was walking. Fuck Cartman. Why did he put them everywhere? It's just sick. Then again, I already knew he was a dirty pig. I knew him for the past fifteen years. Since we were babies.
"Come on guys; let's just get out of here." I spoke up, as my hand gripped onto the handle of the very large door. Did it really even need to be that big?
"Oh, the Jew can't stand the bodies of naked woman can he? Just the thought of touching another woman must have you crying for mercy. You fag." He taunted, approaching me rather quickly, his hand smashing into the door behind me, his other hand crawling up my leg.
"Fuck dude, don't touch me!" Pushing him off, I went ahead of the group without permission and shut the door behind me, Stan and Kenny calling me from behind asking to wait up or something; and Cartman saying something ridiculous about how gay I am. Fatass thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants to me, doesn't he? Well, let me say something about that. I ain't going to let him.