Here's the third chapter! Reviews of any kind will be appreciated.
The agreement:
This can't be happening. It really can't. As this line of thought repeats itself in my head, it takes me a while to be able to say anything, but I finally manage to answer "What?! No! Why me? Isn't there anyone else who can teach the fatass?"
"Ay! Don't call me fat, you stupid Jew!"
"Boys!" The Principal interrupts angrily "That is not appropriate behaviour" Then she turns to face me "You are the best option we have, Kyle, so we hope very much that you accept"
I glare at no one in particular "No way, dude, I can't stand him" I point to Cartman, who glares right back at me "I'm not letting him ruin my summer"
"Come on, Kyle" Dad says appeasably "You don't mean that"
"No, I really really do" I assure him earnestly "We haven't been friends for ages now"
"But don't you two hang out together all the time?" Mum asks me puzzled. Goddammit.
"...Yeah" I answer reluctantly.
"But why?" Dad insists, looking as confused as mum.
"Because I'm a retard, of course" I mutter angrily. Kenny snorts. Seriously, how do you explain my relationship with Cartman? It's the most fucked up thing in the world.
"Very true" Cartman nods.
My glare directs itself to Cartman with determination "Sorry, but no, I'm not doing it"
"Aw, come on, Kyle, it wont be that bad" Kenny speaks up to my bewilderment, why on earth does he care whether or not I teach Cartman?
"Are you kidding me?" I say through gritted teeth, looking ready to kill him. He is certainly not helping the situation.
"Kyle, I don't think you understand the situation" Principal Victoria says seriously "If Eric doesn't approve these tests he will have to repeat 4th year"
"So?" I can feel the impulse to laugh growing on me "It isn't as though he doesn't deserve it"
"I swear to God, I'm going kick your dumb jew ass if you don't shut your mouth!" Cartman yells at me, standing up from his chair.
"Oh, please, I would love to see you try" I retort confidently, also getting up from my chair. What the fuck does the fatty think he can do to me?
"Boys! Sit down!" Mum ordered angrily. Damn. We both do so reluctantly, still glaring hard at each other.
"Well" The Principal sighs heavily "I can clearly see that this wont work out, so we-"
"No!" Mrs. Cartman suddenly speaks up for the first time since I got home, her eyes filled with tears. We all turn to look at her, surprised. She stands up and walks over to where I'm sitting "Please, you have to help little Eric!"
Oh, please, no "Oh, er..." I'm getting very uncomfortable now, having the woman crying right in front of me "I don't know..."
"Please!" Mrs. Cartman begs "I'll pay you twenty dollars per class!"
"You what?!" I exclaim, quickly followed by the "What?!" of Kenny and Cartman.
"Mum! Don't offer to pay the Jew, we don't need him!" I can feel my parents mimicking my actions as I turn to glare once more. Cartman shuts his mouth at this.
"You would really do that?" I turn my gaze at Mrs. Cartman, it's really a lot of money for a kid.
"Yes, I'll pay you twenty dollars at the end of every class, how does that sound?" Mrs. Cartman nods eagerly.
I'm still doubtfull about this, but then Kenny tells me "Dude! You have to accept now! Twenty dollars per class, that would be awesome!"
"It really would be" I agree with a nod "But it's Cartman" I insist, since he obviously is not getting that concept here. Cartman flips me off and the adults glare at him.
"So what?! It still is twenty dollars a class!" Kenny looks at me as though I'm crazy for not accepting readily, but of course, Cartman isn't that much of an ass to him as he is to me. At least not lately.,
I sigh heavily "Ok" I finally agreed, not feeling happy at all with my decision though "Fine, I'll do it"
"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Mrs. Cartman smiles gratefully at me. Mum and dad smile at me approvingly. I guess there's no way out of this now.
"Excellent" Principal Victoria smiles "I really have to go now, so I'll leave you all to arrange your timetable" She gets up from her chair and so does mum to open the door for her "Goodbye everyone and good luck boys!" Everyone says goodbye back as she leaves.
"So what time of the week is good for teaching my boopsiekins?" Mrs. Cartman asks me, making Kenny and I laugh at the stupid name.
"God, I hate you guys" Cartman growls embarrassed. Finally something positive coming out of this awful evening
"Erm, I don't know" I answer as soon as I'm done laughing "Only not on Saturday and Sunday mornings, I have basketball practice" I'm so not missing those.
"Mrs. Victoria said it would be best if we did two classes for each subject every week" Mrs. Cartman informs me.
"Four days a week?" I'm already regretting this "Goddammit"
"Just think of how much money that will be!" Kenny reminds me happily. I swear I'm gonna hit him hard any moment now.
I sigh heavily again "Ok, Mondays and Thursdays we do maths and Tuesdays and Fridays we do history. How does that sound, fat boy?"
"Suck my balls" He whispers so that only I hear it and then says loudly "Fiiine, it's going to suck no matter what day of the week it is"
"Yes, we are clearly on the same page here" I roll my eyes.
"Excellent!" Mrs. Cartman says cheerfully "So we can start tomorrow. We should be getting back home now sweetums, it's getting late already" Heh, again with the stupid names. I smirk at the fatass, who looks embarrassed again.
"Finally!" He shouts, getting up from his chair and running to the door in an instant. As fast as an instant can be for a fatass, that is.
"Thanks a lot for your help" Mrs. Cartman tells us all in general as mum leads her to the front door where Cartman is waiting impatiently "It is very muchly appreaciated"
"Mum! Let's go already!" Cartman shouts, making Kenny laugh and I roll his eyes yet again in exhasperation. They all say their goodbyes and the Cartmans finally leave the house.
"What a rude boy!" Mum says dissaprovingly "I never noticed that" No wonder there, I don't bring Cartman here oftenly for very obvious reasons
"You don't know half of it" I assure her, feeling quite drained from the whole evening, as my parents leave the living room to prepare for dinner.
"Yeah dude, I don't envy you at all" Kenny snorts.
"Hey! You are the one who convinced me to agree!"
"I know! This is going to be really funny" Kenny answers with a happy laugh. I punch his arm, annoyed at him "Auch! Ok, ok, I'm sorry. But still dude, they are paying you, at least you'll be getting something out of it. How much money will you be making?"
"320 dollars" I calculate. Wow, that sounds sweet indeed "Yeah, I guess it's worth it"
"Totally!" Kenny agrees "Well, I'm going home now, it's getting late" I open the door for him. Kenny must have noticed my still unsure look with the decision I just made, because he speaks up again.
"Come on dude, it wont be that bad" He assures me. Yeah right "Besides, I know that Cartman is a total douche and all, but I really wouldn't be able to stand the pathetic sight of him repeating a school year so early in his life" Haha, true. I smile at that.
Kenny pauses, unsure, and then adds "I know you're a good guy, prove that you're not a douche like he is and help him out, even when he's not asking"
I think about this "Yeah, you're right" I nod. Damn he's right, even if I hate it, if I don't do it, I will be no better than the fatass "Besides, there's the money" I smirk
"Exactly" Kenny pats my shoulder with his own grin and turns around to leave "Sweet, sweet money"