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Chasing Eric	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Butters sniffled a little as he sat down at his computer opening up his favorite game. It was early Friday morning and he had worked all through the night to get Eric's paper done. He wanted to numb himself from thinking about how Eric treated him but he knew that he didn't care...he didn't care that he was using him. Eric only cared about himself...But still, Butters was all too willing to do anything for him. Well, he knew why…Butters liked him...he liked him a lot...though nothing would ever come of it. Sure, Cartman had kissed him...and they had done some 'other' stuff. Butters groaned licking his lips at the thought. He shifted, feeling the extra tightness in the front of his jeans.

Butters smiled as his Hello Kitty Island Adventure loaded. He sighed with relief as the game had actually saved his kitty tokens and he was well on his way to getting enough to buy Batzmaru a kitty-wrapped gift just as soon as he collected enough coconuts for Pochoco's CoCoCool Pochoco-pie.

"Yippie!" Butters squealed, forgetting last night's ordeal or that he was exhausted. In just a few hours he could go to school and give Eric the last essay he'd ever have to give him. Even if Eric beat him up. He'd take it and just be done with him…Right? I mean…that was the plan, wasn't it?

Butters yawned sleepily as six twenty eight rolled around and it was time to go to school. He'd pick up a coffee on the way. Butters stood up and grabbed his favorite blue coat along with his lavender school bag. Butters trotted down the stairs less enthusiastically then his usual morning flare. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad." He yawned as he headed out the front door, digging through his tight grey jeans he pulled out his car keys.

Butters walked over to his powder blue mini-cooper and threw his books and bag on the passenger seat. He wasn't sure if he was okay to drive being as tired as he was but he figured he could at least make it to Starbucks to get something delicious and frothy with ten extra shots of caffeine. He could really use it.

Sipping his caramel macchiato, quadruple shot espresso, Butters dragged himself into the school. He walked to his locker, switching out his books for things he'd need that morning. First period was Gym. He cringed a little knowing that he'd definitely be getting 'taken care of' this morning. Either way he looked at it, that was not a good thing. Not at all.

Butters was sure to finish his coffee before he headed to the gym, his Hello Kitty gym tote in tow. He hesitated before entering the Boys Locker Room. It wasn't that he was unsure of whether he could go in there or not. He knew he was a boy...despite all rumors otherwise. He just knew who would be in there already.

Butters let out a soft sigh and pushed open the door, quietly walking inside. It looked pretty empty, still being so early. He smiled in sweet relief moving forward, it didn't take but another ten steps before he was roughly slammed into a row of metal lockers.

"Ahh! ugh...I'm sorry!" Butters sputtered as he rubbed his face in pain, his hello kitty tote laying helpless on the floor.

Craig snickered as he stood over Butters who was now holding his mouth, a tiny trickle of blood, pooling on his upper lip. "Um...G-good Morning, Craig." Butters said timidly. "I'm sorry for being in your way, I’ll move." He mumbled bending down to pick up his kitty tote.

Craig’s foot came down on top of the tote and he smiled with much interest in what just came skipping into the locker room. "Oh Butters," he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "why are you in here?"

"Be-because I have class...this morning...in Gym...and I um...need to change." He said quietly looking up at the much taller Craig.

"The girls locker room is the next door over."

"Oh..oh...but Craig...I um, change in here, you know that."

Craig moved his foot to Butters’ chest and pushed him back into the lockers. "Yeah, but you don't belong in here, you fa-."

"Craig, you are helping Mr. Stotch up, aren't you?" A neutral voice came from just behind Craig.

"Uh, yeah Mr. Pearson. I am." He said grabbing Butters' arm and hauling him to his feet. Craig picked up his Kitty tote and shoved it into his arms. "See you around, Butters." He said grimly as he walked over to an amused Clyde and Token.

Mr. Pearson gave Butters a once over and surmised that he was perfectly fine despite his bloody lip. However, school rules stated that he had to ask. “Do you need to go to the nurse?” He drawled.
“No…I’ll be okay Mr. Pearson.”

“Just be more careful when you’re walking.” He said as he turned and went back to his office.

Butters struggled with the idea that maybe Eric was right when he said all the teachers were retarded. Could Mr. Pearson believe that Butters had really tripped and that Craig had nothing to do with it. Oh…That’s right. Mr. Pearson was the athletics director and head coach for both the football and lacrosse teams. Clyde being on the Football team and Craig Lacrosse. That’s why he wasn’t going to do anything about it.

Butters whimpered to himself, opening up his tote and pulling out a tissue, holding it to his bleeding lip. He took a soft breath and stayed leaning against the locker for a few minutes holding back unshed tears from a combination of emotions. He was exhausted and roughed up, not to mention emotionally battered, what else could go wrong today?

Butters walked down to his locker, taking out a key and opened it with more force then usual, haphazardly throwing his belongings inside. He opened his tote and pulled on his powder blue short shorts and white baby-t. Butters sucked on his lip as he headed back out to the gym. They'd be running laps soon...but it was okay because Butters was good at running. He slammed the locker shut and walked off to the Gym.

He took a seat on the gym floor in his assigned spot. It didn't take long for people to fill the room, students all in their gym clothes. Most people hated gym, but Butters actually enjoy it this early in the morning. It woke him up and he liked the exercises, the endorphins made him a happier person.

Catching his attention, his blue eyes trailed Kyle and Kenny as they walked in and took a seat a few rows away from where he sat. He smiled a little knowing that they’d just rushed from behind the school building to make it here on time. Smoking was part of their morning ritual. He also smiled because he knew Eric was there...

Butters always found it odd that Kyle still hung out with Eric, Kenny and Stan. Kyle had great grades, was on Honor roll and participated in clubs like debate, and law. Though, truthfully, while Kyle seemed nerdy…and looked nerdy, he got into just as many fights as Stan or Kenny. Not as many as Eric, but that was only because Eric seemed to be unable to control his mouth. Butters shivered at the thought, knowing exactly how true those words were.

Mr. Pearson walked in blowing his whistle, which announced that everyone needed to get up and head out to the track. Butters frowned because he knew that they could and would actually chase him around the track. Craig was athletic which made him dangerous...and seemed to hold a grudge against him for something Butters was totally oblivious to.

Frowning Butters quickly moved to the outside door and bolted for the track, his slender legs carrying him there quickly. He glanced back at the school his eyes settling on some large figure squatted against the brick wall. He flashed a bright smile as he caught a glimpse of Eric and Stan still smoking behind the school. Butters bit his lip mentally scorning himself. He quickly remembered two things.

One. He was upset with Eric for using him.

And Two. Craig and Clyde were now in hot pursuit and had every intention to run him into the ground. Butters ran with intense speed as he started around the track knowing that Mr. Pearson wouldn't let him stop running until the four laps were completed.

Butters felt like a rabbit as he sped around the track, fear for his life in danger as he spotted Clyde and Craig on the opposite side of the track behind him. Butters shook his head slightly getting his thoughts straight as he ran a little faster hoping to put a little more distance between them but as soon as he did Craig and Clyde slowed and were walking. Butters caught onto their scheme and stopped running and slowed to a trot catching his breath. He wasn't dumb and wouldn't fall for that. It was his last lap and they still had one to go. He waited until they started their final lap before jogging up to Mr. Pearson.

"Sir. I don't feel well...I need go to the restroom." He said biting his lip as Clyde and Craig started running top speed around the track, probably hoping to get back in time to finish beating up Butters.

Mr. Pearson paused to consider but nodded a moment later. "Alright Son. You sure you don't want to uh." he paused again another long moment in his slow drawl. Butters was bouncing on his toes looking over his shoulder where he saw Craig and Clyde coming into the final stretch "go to the Nurse son?"

"Yes!" Butters said running off and instead of the shortest exit to the inside he bolted off around the back of the school. He needed to get out of their sights.

Eric and Stan watched with mild interest as Butters was chased around the track.

"...That's got to suck." Stan said as he took another hit.

"Mh." Eric grunted watching a little more intensely then Stan. "They better not fuck him up......he has to fucking finish my report." Eric commented as he took a hit and passed his bowl back to Stan.

Stan looked up curiously at Eric as he growled nearly inaudibly as his brown eyes locked on to the little blonde's fleeing figure.

Butters gasped as he ran past where Stan and Eric were leaning against the brick wall. He didn't have time to admire Eric, his body was in serious danger of being mauled. Eric watched him dash by, pushing off from the wall, he took a few steps forward just as Craig and Clyde passed. Eric timed it perfectly, grabbing the backs of their shirts, letting their own speed choke them as the fabric constricted their throats.

"Fuck you guys." Eric grunted pushing them down on the ground. Craig growled and stayed down as Eric stood just behind him. The situation was not in his favor. He watched them for a moment longer before walking back over to the wall to finish what was left in his bowl, that is, if Stan didn't get to it already.

While Craig was tall, lean and athletic, Eric was tall, thick, and violent, roughly 260 pounds of destruction. Though Craig had a great distaste for Eric, he wouldn't try to fight him even with Clyde there. Who was also athletic, being part of the South Park Cows high school football team.

Eric got the finger as Clyde and Craig walked back to Gym class. Thoroughly pissed off, and plotting Cartman's death, Craig threw him a dirty look as they joined up with Token and a few other boys that they hadn't gone to middle school with. By now, Butters would be somewhere inside the building hiding and it would be a waste of time trying to find him, Eric thought as he took a drag from his bowl.

Butters gasp for air as he pulled his knees up to his chest perching on a toilet seat. He didn't want them to come in here and look under the stalls to see his white sneakers and pink trademark laces. Butters stayed there silent for too long, he had no idea how much time had passed. Not until the first bell rang. He sighed and left the stall, walking out of the bathroom, he heading back for the locker room to get his regular clothes.

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Butters whimpered. His soft blue eyes resting on his locker where Clyde and Craig waited for him. This was not going to end well for Butters...
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