"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 10 | Never Let Cartman Do Anything. Ever.

Kenny's POV

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It was almost 9AM when the announcement tone went off, most of us sighing of relief for that. It saved us from the most boring lesson in history, which was the subject most people hated. We all listened in, only to hear the voice of the "beloved" Eric Cartman.

"Good morning, South Park Elementary! Today is Monday, January 8th, 2018, and is also the day where we announce the school's Winter's Dance!" He started, cheers coming from the girls and groans coming from the guys. I was indifferent about these events, so I just kept listening, not having an opinion on the topic.

"That's right! The dance that all the girls love and the guys hate! It will be on January 31st from 7-9PM! So you got a few weeks to find your special someone to bring to the dance! Or just go alone, you fucking loners... Anyways, those tickets will be on sale starting next week for $3 a pop. It is semi-formal, so please try not to dress as if you're going to strip club afterwards, going to pass out on the dance floor, or if you look like you're from a poor family. Except Kenny. He's can't dress any other way," He laughed while I was wondering how much trouble I would be in if I went and punched him right now. I estimate about a day or two of suspension.

"Aaaaaand... we also have a very special guest attending that night! That's right! We will have the one, the only..." He started, building up the suspense, everyone either being really interested or just remotely interested, "Mysterion, who will reveal himself to the whole school on that night! Also, the more important Coon will be there also, but not revealing himself to the crowd." I stood up in my seat along with Kyle and Stan, who probably had the same reaction as me. 

"Boys, sit down-" Was all Mr. Garrison could say before our trio bolted out of the room, trying to make the quickest route to the announcement room in our heads. Of course, it had to be on the other side of the damn school, because this plot had to have something like that happ--

"Turn here! The first graders are getting out of their specials! we'll get stuck of we go straight!" Stan yelled, interrupting my weird thought that just came into my mind. The announcements kept going on as we ran down the almost never-ending hallway, trying to make the most of our time.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mysterion did, in fact, say yes to coming to our school's dance. He also told me that at persistently 8PM that night, he would reveal himself, no matter what happens. Anyways, onto today's birthday's..." He continued talking as we finally reached the damn room, trying to bust open the door. Of course, the fatass locked it, probably predicting this would happen. I do have to say, he can be smart at times, but he's still Eric Cartman. There has to be some flaw in his plan, whatever it was.

"Step aside, you two. I got this," Stan said, Kyle trying to explain how this was a bad idea. He ran right into the door, trying to get it to break down, only to earn laughs from the two of us. In between laughs, Kyle muttered, "The door opens the other way, idiot."

"I knew that," Stan stuttered, turning a shade of dark pink out of embarrassment. This time, i walked towards the door, pulling a paper clip out of my front pocket, fixed it so it would fit into the lock, and stuck it in, moving it around to see if it would unlock. The SBF's were looking over my shoulder, being a little too close to me for my liking. I glared at them, hoping they would get the signal to back off. Of course they didn't.

"... and remember everyone! Lunch for today is chicken tenders with french fries served with a hot pile of- AAAHHH!" Cartman yelled as we busted into the room, finally getting the door unlocked. He fell out of the stool he was sitting on, stumbling while trying to get away from us.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, you fat fuck?!" Kyle yelled, starting to run over to where Cartman was on the floor. I grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping him before he hurt anyone, especially himself. Cartman was trying to explain himself, making up lies and claiming he was just doing his job. I was about to let Kyle (who was begging to let him get at Cartman) go, but I went up to him myself, trying to get him to crack under my deadly glare.

"So, you gonna admit what you're really up to? Or do I have to bust it out of you using-" I started before bring kicked where it mattered most. I tried to act like it didn't hurt, but holy shit it hurt so much. I grunted, trying to keep myself standing while limping from the pain.

"Nope! Not yet, at least," Cartman started once again, Kyle ready to beat the shit out of Cartman. Stan was over with me, trying to convince me to go to the nurse's office. Of course I refused, trying to convince the (slightly red) Stan to let me stay and listen to what the fat fuck had to say, "Just... try to actually stay alive and try not to get kicked in the balls before the Winter Dance. good luck on figuring stuff out, Mys-" He said, only to get knocked out by Kyle in one punch. He never finished his sentence, but I knew exactly what he, or The Coon, was saying. 

He was out to get me, but why? What do I have that he doesn't? A crowd of admirers? People who liked Mysterion? I don't know... but he was way more than me. He's also a greedy bitch, so I better keep that in mind.

"I don't know what the hell he's talking about, but he's out of his fucking mind to have the guts to kick one of his friends," Kyle muttered, watching as PC Principal and Vice Principal Woman ran into the room, wondering what was going on. Apparently, the idiot Cartman didn't turn the microphone off, so everyone heard everything that just happened.

"After school detention. All of you. Except for Eric Cartman, who has two weeks of detention," PC Principal said, all of us groaning in response, "and he might want to take him to the nurse also." We looked back at an unconscious Cartman, who was knocked out on the floor. No matter how bad I wanted to laugh, I didn't, since it would only get me into more trouble.

I stumbled down the hall, still not fully recovered from the "incident" that happened. Kyle, Stan, and I were making our way back to class, knowing we had to explain to literally everyone what happened in there.

"Ready for a week of detention and of Cartman's usual bitchy behavior?" Stan asked, about to open the door to our classroom where everyone was chatting either about the dance or what happened over the loudspeaker.

"Ready," Kyle and I responded, with Stan opening the door. Everyone came rushing over to us, asking questions about literally everything they could to get the most information

This was going to be one hell of a week. And trust me when I say that: I've been there!

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