Chapter sixteen: still unnamed XD
Kyle and Cartman decided to stick with their friends all day. They saw the bully who attacked them yesterday, but one look at Kyle and he was gone. Token thought it was hilarious.
"Ha ha, look at the little pussy run! You really have him rattled Kyle."
"Token you make it sound like I attacked him for fun. You make me sound like the bad guy!"
"Sorry, but that was hilarious! The dick got what he deserved!"
"It's okay my little guardian!" Cartman cooed. "I'm still grateful for what you did." He kissed Kyle on the top of his head. Kyle blushed and playfully pulled Cartman's hat over his eyes.
"Don't think I still can't see you, Kahl."
He leaned forwards and kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle was caught off guard and decided, if he was gonna be kissed, he might as well look him in the eyes. He pulled up Cartman's hat, which caused the honey brown haired boy to break the kiss and smile.
"There's my little guardian. Kahl, I've never truly noticed how gorgeous your eyes were until now."
"Your eyes are prettier than mine!" "Nah, I think green eyes are absolutely beautiful. It's a rare eye colour, and your emerald eyes are an even rarer, more gorgeous, phenomenon. I don't think I've seen eye pigments that made the iris of one's eyes look so... bright and vibrant as yours!"
"You know, you didn't need big words to say my eyes were pretty."
"I know."
"Oh come on! JUST FUCK ALREADY!"
They all turned their heads to see Craig and Tweek walking down the hallway. Everyone in the hallway started laughing, except Cartman and Kyle, who's faces turned redder than Cartman's coat.
"Come on... Craig, don't yell... stuff like that down the h-hall, it's really personal... and c-can hurt someone's feelings!" Stan scolded between laughs. Kyle had a smirk on his face.
"You would be the one to say that, Craig. I bet you'd like it." Craig looked at him, confused.
"What?"
"You told us to fuck. So if you're gonna yell embarrassing things down the hall, it's only fair we get to do the same."
"You wouldn't..."
"Look who my boyfriend is. Even before we started dating, I've picked up some revenge methods. So choose. Should I say that you would probably like it, a little louder, or tell these people that I walked in on you and Tweek making out in the boy's bathroom yesterday?"
"Kyle, I'm sorry. It'll never happen again, please don't say anything about what happened in the bathroom!" Tweek pleaded desperately.
"That's all I wanted to hear." Kyle smiled victoriously.
"Dang. Remind me not to cross you again." Craig praised. "That was actually pretty savage. Respect."
RING!
"Shit, that's the bell! We gotta get to class before Garrison does or we're in big trouble!"
"Alright class, let's take our seats!" Garrison chimed as he walked into the classroom. "Now, by a show of hands, how many of you little bastards actually did your homework last night?"
Only half the class raised their hands. Cartman and Kyle were not among them.
"Eric and Kyle, I wasn't expecting for you not to have it done, but after the events that took place after lunch yesterday, you are excused. Hand it into me whenever you can."
"Yes Mr. Garrison."
"As for the rest of you, you don't have a damn excuse! What do I need to do to get some god damn work done from you little shits? I've been teaching for a long time, and I've never had such a lazy group of kids in all my life! Even when I taught kindergarten more work was done! So what we're gonna do is sit there and have your fucking homework done before the god damn bell rings in 75 minutes!"
The rest of class was pretty okay. Cartman wrote answers down for Kyle because his hand was really swollen, so he couldn't write. Kenny and Butters were just flirting all class, and Clyde asked Bebe out. Mr. Garrison almost looked like he was plotting murder. All he asked for was for these teens to get some work done, not find the cure for cancer or anything. He looked around the class, only 12% of them were actually doing work. The other 88% of them were goofing off. If Mr. Garrison still had all of his hair, he would be pulling it out in frustration. He reached into his desk and grabbed Mr. Hat.
"Hello, Mr. Garrison, long time no see."
"It sure has been Mr. Hat. I just don't know what to do anymore. Back in the fourth grade, a lot of these bastards were model students. What happened to them?"
"People change with age, Mr. Garrison. Maybe these kids just changed for the worse."
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know; it almost makes me feel like a failure."
"Well with that attitude, yeah! You need to show them the value of doing homework."
"How will I do that?"
"You should 'accidentally' display the highest mark in the class on the board."
"Okay."
The projector turning on got the class' attention. Being displayed on the board was Kyle's 97% in the class.
"Why is my mark on the board Mr. Garrison?"
"Whoops, that was an accident. I didn't realize the projector was still on from my last class."
"It wasn't. I watched you turn it on Mr. Garrison." Cartman pointed out.
"Fine, I thought that by showing you guys the highest mark in the class, you would all want to work harder so as to improve your own marks."
"That seems pretty flawed. What you need to do is encourage them to do their work. Like provide a small treat for answering a question. Showing off who the smartest kid in class is, is not gonna give you the results you need. It may actually do the opposite."
"You know, that's not bad advice. Thanks Eric, you just earned yourself some bonus marks on your report card."
"Mr. Garrison!" Cartman snapped.
"What?"
"This isn't what I meant. I didn't earn the marks by working. My point is that the students need to earn their marks and you need to help them realize why it is important to do so. I'm not here to judge you or discourage you; I'm a student who is only trying to help. Do you understand now?"
"I guess so. You know Eric, if you don't turn back to normal I think you would make a great teacher."
"Thanks, Mr. Garrison. I'll keep that in mind."
Soon enough after that class was over. The gang all headed to the cafeteria together.
"That was pretty awesome Cartman. But forget what Garrison said, I think you'd be a good social worker." Token stated, getting some confused looks from his friends.
"Really?" Cartman replied confused. "How so?"
"Simple. Sure you're smart, but you're also calm, patient, kind, and a good listener. You encouraged Mr. Garrison when he was void of hope for our class. You should consider that a career."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually, except for one problem."
"What's that babe?"
"We don't know when or if I'll become my old self again. If that happens, I'll be a cynical douchebag again."
"We can only hope. I mean, I love you as you are now, but it would be cruel to wish you never return to normal. That wouldn't be fair."
"Should we put our plan into action?" Clyde whispered to Token and Craig. No one else was listening, not even Tweek.
"Yeah, let's do it." They nodded in agreement.
"Hey, who's up for a game of basketball after school?" Craig asked.
"Sounds fun." Clyde chipped in.
"Uh... sure, why not." Cartman reluctantly agreed.
"Cartman, sweetie, are you sure?" Kyle urged. "You're still in pain."
"I don't mind. I can just take a break if it gets to be too much for me."
"Okay, just be careful." Kyle pleaded, kissing his boyfriend on the forehead.
"I will, I promise."