Cartman grabbed Pip’s newsboy cap, poking it through the fabric with a stick. He looked at Pip, into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of anger. Nothing. Cartman looked annoyed, as his stomach began to tingle.
“Stupid Frenchie…” Cartman walked away, a small blush crept along his pale face. He didn’t know why, he didn’t know what he was feeling. Pip looked at him with confusion, his eyes burning to Cartman’s retreating form.
Cartman went back over to his group, Kyle and Kenny were looking at Stan’s phone, who was playing Clash of Clans. Cartman stomped over.
“Do any of you guys know why Pip doesn’t care about what I do to him!?”
“Maybe it’s because you aren’t intimidating, Fatass.”
“Shut up, you stewpid Jew!!!!”
“Cartman, he just doesn’t care, he’s used to it. Plus, he’s an absolute suck up.”
Kenny mumbled something through his hood. Most likely an agreement to Stan’s message. Cartman looked back at Pip, who was currently getting teased by another student. No reaction from him other than kindness.