Touch

Chapter 2- Difficulty

"God damn it he's so fucking stupid!" Cartman complains as the boys walk through the hallway from their pervious classroom. "I know, how did he even become a professor?" Stan asks putting his hands behind his head. "He really pisses me off--he can't even grade a paper properly. Have you seen the bullshit he written? Poor grammar? He didn't even spell grammar right! We gotten a fucking failing grade because of that bastard." Cartman shows the grade and shreds up the paper.

"I swear he has a grudge against us." Cartman huffs, Kyle rolls his eyes "You mean against you?" Cartman stops as the group continues walking. Kyle wasn't wrong--Cartman gotten into a huge fight with the professor in the beginning of the year. Rumor has it that he threw a chair at him and broke hit three laptops he had on his desk. Which would explain why he doesn't have them anymore. 

"What did you say you fucking Jew?!" Kyle stops and turns towards Cartman who is standing there--fists at the ready. Stan stops as well as Kenny. "Well... You did fight him." "He had it coming, Stan. If he wasn't a fucking prick maybe it could have been avoided!" "All he said was that you needed to move your fatass out of the isle and take your seat." Kenny points out. "Yeah! Exactly! It was rude to say that. He could have said 'Eric, please take your seat in the finest chair.' But he didn't!" "Why would anyone say that to you? You're not a king or Token."

"Token? What does that black asshole have to do with this?" "Well... a lot of teachers suck up to him because he's rich; well his family is. He put a lot of money into the school so it makes sense that they would suck up to him." Cartman stops and thinks for a moment, they suck up to Token because his family is rich. Sure he is a good student, but no matter what he does he will always get good scores and be in the top of his class.

"Cartman... what are you think?" Kyle glares at Cartman. Cartman gives Kyle a smug smile--a smile that sent shivers down his spine, he knew this wouldn't be good. "Cartman, no. You are not using Token to get the scores you need to graduate." "Oh c'mon! This asshole professor gives us bad scores and rep all the time! If I were to go into Token's--WE! I meant we, if we were to go into a group with Token, we would be golden! Golden you guys! Don't you want that?"

The group remained silent, they knew that Kyle would take care of this situation all on his own--Stan and Kenny however just wanted to get back home, but Kenny was more curious about this will play out--especially after what he saw last night. The memory is still fresh in his mind like as if it was only seconds ago. Ken knew that Stan was too dense to figure it out so he just kept him in the dark and let him figure it out.

"We are not exploiting Token because of his wealth. That's low, even for you." Kyle states letting out a sigh, "But if you want to get your ass kicked again--fine, I'm not going to pull you out of this one." With that said Kyle leaves--leaving the other behind as he walked down the steps to the first floor. 

"God damn Jew... You guys are in on it right? We could be out of this school by tomorrow!" "C'mon, Cartman, that's not going to happen, not even for you--if anything Kyle would be the first one out of here before any of us get a chance. No matter what group you are in, you will always get a terrible score from that teacher." Cartman stands there glaring holes into Stan's face, he knew he was right--but he would be damned to admit it.

"Fuck you, Stan you fucking hippie! Go bang your queer ass Jew boyfriend!" Cartman flips Stan off, Stan sighs shaking his head in defeat. "Calm down dude, why are you getting so offensive?" Kenny asks placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Fuck off Kenny you poor asshole!" "Oh c'mon dude, he is just trying to help." "Stan, I swear to God if you don't shut up right now I am going to kill your whole family!"

"Ugh! Why do you always get like this when Kyle isn't here?" "Hey hey, its okay guys, just calm down for a second alright?" Cartman and Stan glare at each other for a moment before Stan storms off down the steps. Cartman lets out a short sigh.