I leaned my head against my hand as the voice of the teacher voice drifted through the class. I really was trying my best to listen and take notes but having to listen to the monotone voice of Mr. Karlson for last class was enough to put someone to sleep, regardless of the time.

What felt like only moments after I closed my eyes I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind. I jerked awake and turned around to see Stan leaning forward across his desk with a piece of paper in his extended hand.

"Here. It's what you missed when you fell asleep."

I glanced at the clock and read the time. Dammit how was that 15 fucking minutes? Oh well.

"Thanks!" I replied as I took the paper. I felt myself blush a little but Stan was used to this because I made up a fake disease to explain my cheeks that were nearly constantly tinted red while he was around. Admittedly not the smartest move but hey, it worked well enough didn't it?

He nodded and leaned back in his chair while stretching his arms over his head. His shirt lifted up with this motion and I caught a glimpse of his stomach before scooting back around in my chair as quickly as possible so he didn't catch me staring. Did he just fucking wink at me? I had turned too quickly to be sure.

A loud obnoxious voice came from the desk one row in front and two desks to the left. "Kahl! Kahl quick gimme your notes before the bell goes!" Cartman flapped his hand back and forth motioning for me to pass the paper.

"No way, fatass. You should have done yours. Shut up and leave me alone." I snapped before rolling my eyes at the look he shot, adding "I'm not giving the to you!"

"Well fuck you too Kahl. Everyone already knew you were a stingy Jew before but this proves it."

I was getting pretty heated now. This had been going on for weeks with his remarks getting increasingly worse. This wasn't anything compared to the things he'd said before but this was apparently the breaking point for me. I jumped up and yelled "You wanna fight?"

The sound of chairs scratching along the floor reached me as the people between me and Cartman scrambled. He slipped off the chair and put the desk between himself and I. My hands clenched into fists until my knuckles were white. I wasn't sure exactly why but I just wanted to scrap.

Wow he's actually kinda scared. I thought as I got ready to beat the shit out of this fat racist fuck. "Wait! Kyle stop, this isn't worth it," a strict voice I knew well barked.

Stan had stood up and was right beside me but before I could rush Cartman he grabbed my arm and held me where I was. I tried to wrench my arm away, keeping my eyes on Cartman as I watched his expression change from fear to something like relief. I was painfully aware both of the fact that all our classmates watching us and how close he was as I hissed "Let go!"

Stan just gripped harder and raised an eyebrow. "Dude, is he really worth it? We have a basketball game later this week and if you fight you could have suspension for the game." I forced myself to look at him and saw real concern in his eyes.

After staring for a few moments more my breathing settled and I twisted out of his hand shrugging.

"I guess. You're lucky, Eric." I spat at him. I slowly sat back down and the rest of the kids followed suit. The teacher had been absent since he was photocopying the pages for the assignment. By the time he walked back in everyone was sitting down.

As he handed the papers out and continued giving more instructions I felt a prickling at the back of my neck. I turned around to look straight into Stans cold blue glare as I questioned,

"Stop staring at me dude. It's freaking me out a little."

With complete disregard to that question Stan continued to look and asked "You're sure you're alright? You don't usually blow up like that."

I was really irritated now and before I had a chance to answer I heard an unmistakable snicker. "You guys are such faggots!"

That was it. I slammed my hands down on my desk and just about flew overtop desks. By the time I reached Cartman he, along with the rest of the class, was still in shock as I grabbed the back of his sweater collar and yanked him backwards in his chair. The chair and him tipped over with a thud.

He yelled and so did I as I kicked him square in the ribs. He rolled off over chair and attempted to get up off his stomach but I pushed him over to him back and placed a knee on his chest. I drew back my fist and just let the hits fly. All my anger from anything that's happened, literally ever, was driving my rage.

I only got a few good punches in although that was enough to leave him with a black eye and a bleeding lip. While his nose did streak blood down his face I was pretty sure I didn't actually break it. By now everyone was recovered from the shock but we continued to wrestle around the floor, knocking over the nearby desks and chairs. Kids started cheering and drowned out the teacher yelling at us to quit and knock it off.

I was fairly strong but terribly unmatched against Cartmans weight advantage. After the initial beating I managed to do he was pretty dazed and there's a fair amount on blood but even then I was quickly overpowered and trapped on my back underneath him. The weight alone pressing down on my chest was bad enough and when I looked up and saw the look the look on his face my heart dropped. The anger and excitement lit his face up as he whispered,

"You fucked up bad this time Kahl."

I quickly put my hands up and closed my eyes as punch after punch came down on my face and head. Each one felt like a brick being dropped from the top of a building. One of the hits I knew was going to leave a black eye, another that busted open my lip. I could feel the blood start running down my throat after yet another fist connected with my nose.

As I could feel more bruises and more blood spilling down my face stars started spinning and I was vaguely aware that people were trying to pull Cartman off me. By now I couldn't hear the cheers of the class, all the sound was drowned out by ringing in my ears.

Another jarring jolt of pain split the skin on my cheek. I was close to unconscious by now, just barely awake to feel myself start choking on the blood in my mouth. I could do little but try to roll over but I was nearly too weak to even turn my head. I started panicking at that point and tried to speak but couldn't. My mind and body weren't cooperating and I started coughing as hard as I could trying to ignore the sharp pains.

Somebody had called an ambulance when we first started fighting. I faintly remember seeing them and being rolled onto my side before I completely blacked out.