Novel & Cerita Eric Cartman Rap

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

I browse only at our band group chat. Elecguit: Are y'all getting ready yet? Drumbob: Not yet. I am near the place anyway, so I will just change later Elecguit: DUDE WHAT THE FU- AllAboutThatBass: Aust, did you just AllAboutThatBass: Cut off what you said? Elecguit: Dude, I don't wanna bad word AllAboutThatBass: Lol yeah, right Elecguit: Anyways, BOBERT YOU BITCH you need to pick out your clothes~

Opened his mouth and closed it again. The silence that followed was so awkward. This is so embarrassing. Ugh… I hate this. I hate Carter more. How dare he appear in my school and make a scene in front of everyone. In front of HIM. There goes my chance of impressing him. I hope the next time Carter takes a shit, it will be so big it will rip his asshole apart.

“Here’s your root beer float, hon.” “Thanks.” “Extra whipped cream, just like you asked.” Carter smirked at Macie. “You know how much I like sweet, thick cream.” Heat flashed between her legs. Bad, bad hormones. No. Bad, bad man. “This is pure artistry, Miz Velma. Mmm. Mmm.” “You would know.” Velma cocked her head at Macie. “Carter here is an artist.” “So he says.” The spoon stopped halfway to Carter’s mouth. His blue eyes went as cold as the ice cream in his float. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Now you sound like a college delinquent who hates school. "The fuck , I've always hated school. Don't try to remind me that you've always been the brightest between you and me and you always ace every shitty exams." "Touchè." I chuckle and stamp the butt of the cigarette on an ash tray. ...... . We step on the club as who cares to look watch. Manny and Carl follow behind since they are my personal guard. "Gray Carter.." Stephens says as he exchange handshake with Reid and I. "This way. Your table is already preserved. Trent's waiting." Stephens leads the way and we follow behind.

JT shouts back with a purr that leaves me doubting his words. I continue with my morning routine of brushing my teeth and hair. While I put my lotion on, I hear Carter cursing JT. "Kass twa, you salop!" I snicker at him telling JT to fuck off while calling him a whore. "I should change your name from Stripper Bear to Salop Bear," he rants stomping into the bathroom. Damn, Capone! What did you do to him?" I question fighting my laughter at them acting like the boys I knew ten years ago.

“Twelve things, huh? Guess I better make it good.” Carter’s grin widened, sharp and fearless. “We’re not just making it good, Champ. We’re making it legendary.” He pulled into the staff lot, the tires crunching over loose gravel. The school loomed darker now, its rows of windows blank and watchful, like eyes waiting to see if we were stupid enough to try. And the thing was… we absolutely were. Carter killed the engine, tossed the keys onto the dash, and stepped out like we’d just finished a cross-country road trip instead of a ten-minute drive. He stretched, cracking his neck, then shot me a grin. “You ready for some real shit to go down, Charlie?”