Chapter 2, Cartman

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As I walk off from my little encounter from Kyle, I can't but look behind me to watch him walk off.

Oh yeah, I'm Eric Cartman by the way. I know the Jew already mentioned me in his chapter, but now it's my turn.

The class bell had just rung, but I had already got all my stuff in my bag so I rushing to class as well. Kyle was gonna make me late from bumping into me like that. Not that I really care about being late, I just don't want to go the principals office again. It's really annoying when I have to spend my lunch in there.

Luckily, I made it just as everyone was sitting down. I went to my seat, dropping my bag next to my desk.

I hear someone groan behind me as I sit. "Why don't you sit in the back, fatso?"

I roll my eyes, turning around to see Craig sitting there.

"Oh, well I'm so sorry but I thought it'd be better to sit in front so you had a better chance to make out with your crack boyfriend. Fucking homo."

"Eric!" The teacher said sternly as she crossed her arms. "I do not appreciate you using that language in my class, young man!"

Young?

I roll my eyes, giving her the most deadpan look. "Sorry, Miss. It won't happen again."

"Good. Please see me after class."

Great, guess I will be spending my lunch in the principals office.

The rest of class was fine, I guess. I wasn't really paying attention since I was thinking about someone else. Oh yeah, I should probably also mention I have a crush on Kyle. But I'm not ever going to tell him. He'd either make fun of me for being gay or never talk to me again, and I don't want that.

But yes, I did have to go see the teacher after class. It was pretty much just the basic "You have detention and I'm calling your parents", type of thing. But that's fine. I was expecting a detention, and my mom's never home to pay attention to a call like that, so other than the detention part I should be fine.

As I walk out, I see Kenny waiting for me. All of the other kids already left and went class already, so the halls were empty. Kenny was on his phone leaning his back against the wall, putting his phone away and walking towards me once he noticed me.

"What do you want, poor boy?"

"We have second period together, remember?" Oh yeah, maths class. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to skip class next period, Stan and I were already planning on going somewhere to smoke and drink. So I took upon myself to come and ask if you wanted to join."

Skip class? I haven't done that in a while,  and I really do need a break. So yeah, why not?

I shrug. "Sure. But who's bringing the stuff?"

"Stans got the drinks, and I got the smokes. So, your in?"

"Yeah, why not."

"Awesome. But anyway let's get to class." He starts his walk down the hall, and I follow.

"Why did you take forever to come out, by the way?" Kenny questions, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, I cussed in class and got detention." I shrugged.

"Pfft, what did you say?" He laughed softly, looking over at me.

"Called Craig a fucking homo."

"Hah! Really?" I nod. "Well damn, wish I got to see the look on his face. He's so open about it, but hates when people call him gay."

I laugh softly. "Yeah, he's so gay that he can't even admit it."

We both laughed softly, just as we walked up to class. We both nodded at each other before walking into class and going to are separate seats.

The teacher seemed pretty annoyed that we were late, but I didn't mind. I already got one detention, what's one more going to do?

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ahhhhhhh!! this took forever but im so happy i finished it! i keep telling myself to write longer chapters, but it always ends up being 600 something anyway :')
butbutbut,, i hope you liked the second chapter! i was pretty iffy on doing the whole switch between povs for this, but the whole reason i restarted the book was so i could do it. so.. yeah!

hope you enjoyed it!
see you soon!

xoxo
cannon

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