Am I fat still?

Blubber

Eric Cartman's POV:
I yawned as the damn alarm clock screeched. "Shut it, fucking alarm..." I mumbled as I hit it with my meaty arm. Another reminder that I can't get slim. I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and crinkled my nose in disgust. I was literally just a blob with bones and facial features. I put on a big sweatshirt, and went downstairs. "I won't even ask about steamy... amazing... pancakes." Mum said. She was trying to tempt me to eat something wretched. "Thanks... but no thanks. Sorry Meeeeem." I said before storming out the door with my bag on my back. At the stop the guys were looking at me. 'I'm that fat...?'

Kenny Mccormick's POV:
I was standing next to Ike. We should of been in middle school, but a certain SOMEONE kept us back. Ike started elementary this year, so we were together. Kyle was sick, so I was watching out for Ike. Suddenly he nudged me and caused me to look down. "Wha-" i noticed him pointing, so I looked there. I gasped. It was cartman. But... he looked sickly. Pale, tired... skinny. "He... he looks wrong." Ike said, concern spiking his voice. I nodded. "Mmm... I agree." The others were looking too. Cartman walked over and looked at us before rolling his eyes. "Stop it." He said. "Stop what, Cartman?" Ike asked. "Not you, those assholes." Cartman said, pointing to me and Stan. "Oh..." Ike said. "Shut up." Stan said. "Nah, I'd rather not." Cartman said with a grin. The bus came and we got on it. "Ughhh, there's no room on this goddamm seat. I hate my stupid blubber." Cartman mumbled. I raised an eyebrow.
Cartmans POV
My body was taking up the whole seat! "Ughhh, there's no room on this goddamm seat. I hate my stupid blubber." I mumbled annoyed. I put my head on the window and looked as the houses and trees blurred past the bus. Once we got to school, butters walked over. "Heya Eric!" He said. "Hello, Butters." I said, almost whispering. I was tired and wanted to not talk to anyone. "Er... oh! I found some Snacky cakes. Want one?" He asked, grinning. I looked at it, eternally grimacing. "No, butters. I in fact don't want one." I said, walking faster, hoping he'd get off my trail. He didn't, he also started walking faster. "Oh? Really?" He said. "Yea, butters. I... had a big breakfast." I said, any excuse to yet him to stop talking to me. "Are you sure? You don't lo-" I suddenly stopped and put my arm up, making him fall into me. "Hey!" I looked at him annoyed. "Listen, I'm sorry, but PLEASE. Get off my back! I am begging you to leave me alone!" I yelled. People stopped to look.
Kenny Mccormick's POV:
Usually this wasn't a big deal, cartman yelled all the time. But, this time it was different. He sounded desperate. CARTMAN. DESPERATE. Can you believe that? Cartman ran away, annoyed. "Eric!" Butters yelled. Cartman kept running. I'd have to talk to him at lunch.