Before he cheats

Brawny Eric Cartman

I watched Eric answering the question on the board intently, propping my chin on the back of my hands. Since our last talk, he has been improving these two weeks, and I am proud of him. I knew he could do it if he believes in himself and try. 

"That's correct, Eric," I told him looking at the answers on the board, smiling profoundly, "Now let's do algebraic expressions and word problems."

Cartman groaned angrily, pouting his  lips and crossing his arms. "Do I have to do algebraic expressions, Kahl?" he mispronounced my name in his raspy voice. I used to hate how he says my name in that manner but I kind of find it charming. No, it doesn't mean I'm fond of the asshole or anything. I still hate his guts!

"Yes, Eric you failed the whole quiz, including the algebra selection. Now stop being whiny and let's get on with it." 

"Ay, don't order me around, you stupid Jew." He replied with a soft chuckle, winking at me. Am I dreaming or did Eric Cartman winked at me in a room full of music instruments? I feel my cheeks heat up as Eric pulls a chair under a desk and sits in front of me. I never realized how beautiful and buff he is until now. Thanks to a summer of fat camp and diet foods, he's brawny and extremely good-looking. And I have fallen deeply in love with him. I know this wrong of me crushing on my best friend's boyfriend, but I can't help being nervous around the brawny Eric Cartman. He's that attractive.

I rummaged for a sharp pencil inside my backpack, hoping Eric didn't notice my blush. He can't know about my crush on him. I know I am in denial, but I'm in love with Eric.