Attention students:

In about a week, Trent Boyett will be released from juvenile hall. He will have a month of house arrest before he starts attending high school.

If you are Broflovski, Marsh, Cartman or McCormick, meet me at the back of the school after classes.

This is not a threat.

This is a warning.

Stan read the neon orange notice on the wall. It was plastered all over campus. His eyes widened and his body had run cold at the ominous message. Whoever posted this knew he had something to do with Trent's arrest. He quickly checked his phone for the time. It was about twenty minutes after school was out. He had to stay to collect whatever work he was missing, considering he'd started school late that particular day. He read a text that had been sent by Kenny.

"Dude, you almost here?"

Stan took a deep breath and ran down the hall, he hoped the meeting wasn't over yet. Knowing Kenny, he wouldn't let them start without him. He burst out the back doors and locked eyes with Kyle and Cartman, who both glared at him. He sank as his stomach dropped. He sheepishly sat beside Kenny and a brunette girl with blue highlights.

"Well, look who finally joined the party." Cartman nudged Kyle. "Welcome, weak and silent." Kyle only rolled his eyes.

"Shut it, Eric." The brunette hissed, crossing her arms.

"Is everyone here?" a new voice asked. A girl stood in front of them and was scrolling through her phone. Stan barely noticed her.

The girl pocketed her device and looked up, eyeing the five people sitting before her. "Okay, now we can get started." She announced.

Cartman rose a hand and stopped her, "Before anything else, just who the fuck are you?" he asked. The young man was heavyset, and clearly not one for exercise. His hair was combed back. He wore a light grey hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans.

"And how do you know we were involved with Trent Boyett?" Kyle followed up. He stopped wearing a hat about two years ago, having stopped caring about what people thought about his red hair and allowed for it to grow out. He now wore it pulled back into a ponytail. To keep with his color scheme, he now wore an olive green turtleneck sweater with a pair of brown cargos.

"My name is Carrie." She said, "I'm the one in charge of Trent when he gets out of Juvee." She continued, "I've called you guys here because whatever you guys did to piss him off…" she started, "You are in serious trouble." she looked at the boys, all sharing the same concerned look, Kenny's girlfriend included, "He's planning revenge. And knowing him, there will be no talking sense into him. He's not planning on taking any high road." Her stern, grey eyes looked over the group. Her hair was shaved on the sides, leaving a long, dark brown- almost black- tuft of hair on the top. She had several piercings on her ears and even one eyebrow piercing. She wore a black undershirt with a short, denim jacket and a pair of olive green cargo pants and black combat boots.

Kenny rose his hand, "In charge, how?" he asked, "Are you his babysitter or something?" he asked. He wore a plain orange sweater and a pair of brown heavy-duty jeans, a pair one would wear if they worked in a factory.

"That's not important-"

"I think it is." Cartman cut her off, "Y'know, credibility and all that crap."

Carrie rolled her eyes, "It's a relationship I resent, and I would rather not talk about it."

"Oh, fuck- you're his girlfriend!" Cartman pointed.

Carrie narrowed her eyes dangerously, "I will kick you in the fucking teeth if you ever accuse me of that again." She snarled. "If you dumbasses must know- Trent motherfucking Boyett is my older, half-brother, that I really couldn't give two shits about." She snapped.

There was a moment of silence. The groups' jaws dropped, Kenny's girlfriend covered her mouth. The silence was finally broken, "Oh fuck…" Cartman groaned.

"Why are you telling us this?" Kyle asked slowly.

"I've called you guys here because I need to make sure you guys can defend yourselves in the event of an ambush. I can't sit back when my asshole brother gets of out prison and just let him kill you guys." She explained, "Let's start with names." She started with the teen at her farthest right.

"Kyle Broflovski." Kyle rose his hand.

"Eric Cartman." He crossed his arms and leaned back on the table he and Kyle sat at.

"Jennifer Simmons." The brunette rose her hand, "I don't know Trent, but Kenny's told me about him and I want to help in anyway I can." She said. She wore a light blue hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans.

Carrie nodded and looked at the blonde sitting next to here, "And you're Kenny?"

"Kenny McCormick." He confirmed.

Carrie looked at Stan, who turned red and glanced briefly at Kenny. He was the only one wearing a hat, his black bangs peeked from under the rim of the red and grey beanie with a red fuzzy ball at the top. The blue jacket with a grey hood made him look small, his hunched posture didn't help much either.

"Uh, this is Stan Marsh." Kenny said, "He can't talk." He said. "He does sign though, Jen and I can translate."

Carrie nodded awkwardly, "Okay… guys, so I'm going to teach you guys how to defend yourselves against Trent. He's going to fight dirty, and-"

"I already know how to defend myself." Cartman cut her off.

"Can you throw a punch?" Carried asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, duh." Cartman scoffed.

"Well, bring it. Show me what you've got." She said, taking a step back and waving him over.

Cartman stood up and took off his hoodie, showing a white undershirt underneath. "Now, how hard do you want me to punch? I don't want to hit a girl." He asked.

"If I was worried about gender profiling, I wouldn't have warned you guys about Trent and let you guys fend for yourselves." She said, "As hard as you fucking can, got it? Bring it on." She taunted.

Cartman cocked his head to the side for a second and wound up a punch. Once he released the punch, Carrie caught it under her arm, trapping the rest of his arm, and sent a quick jab into his jaw, then turned and dropped him in the snow faster than he could blink. He stared at the sky wide-eyed, beginning to question the meaning of life.

Carrie motioned to the shocked lump on the ground, "And that's why I called you here. Though Trent is a brawler and fights like a thug, he knows this shit, too. Any questions?"

Kyle stifled a laugh after watching Carrie lay Cartman flat.

Kenny rose his hand, "Are we starting now? Or… y'know, considering you just flattened the fatass."

"Nope, just proving a point." She said, "Meet me here tomorrow, then we'll get started." She picked up her backpack and walked off.

The remaining four exchanged puzzled looks, then Kyle shook his head and ran after Carrie. His keys jingled noisily as he chased her. "Hey- wait- why should we-?"

Carrie whipped around, stopping the redhead short, "I don't want to see anyone get hurt. I don't want to see anyone die because my brother has an age-old grudge that he'd kill for." She snapped. "I asked the cops to keep him, because that fucker can rot in jail for all I care." She growled through her teeth. "But the cops won't keep him, so that's why I'm trying to help you guys."

Kyle was silent for a while. His green eyes trailing down to the ground, "Uh…" he scratched the back of his neck, "I we were doing lessons- think it'd be possible if we did private lessons?" he asked.

She glared at him, "No." she said flatly.

"No, no! it's not like that!" he waved his hands, "You see- I haven't really spoken to Stan in almost a year, and Cartman in three up until about a week ago. We don't exactly get along anymore."

Carrie leaned on one leg and crossed her arms impatiently.

"We're not really friends anymore. Except Stan and Kenny, and by extension, Jennifer."

"Listen- I don't want to sound insensitive here, but… tough shit." She huffed, "Whatever history you have with each other, you need to resolve it. The four, or five of you guys have one common enemy here." She narrowed her eyes, "That's what you guys should be worried about."

Kyle looked up at her, then took a deep breath, "R-Right…" he sighed, "I'll uh… I'll see you tomorrow." He walked off.

Carrie shook her head, taking one more brief look at the remaining teenagers sitting at the table. Stan was signing frantically, and Kenny held up his hands trying to calm down Stan. Jennifer sat next to Kenny, and Cartman had finally snapped out of his daze and gone home. She turned and started for home.

..xxXxx..

Kenny watched Stan's motions, trying to keep track of his motions as his hands shook and his eyes darted back and forth across the table. It was beginning to make him dizzy. "Stan!" he finally grabbed his wrists, "Calm down!" he listened to his friend start to hyperventilate.

"Stanley, look at me." Jennifer called gently.

Stan's nervous slate-blue eyes looked up at her.

"Take a deep breath, okay?" she instructed, breathing in through her nose, and exhaling from her mouth. "Come on."

Stan inhaled through his mouth and letting out a deep breath. Jennifer encouraged him to take three deep breaths before Stan shuddered, his body quit shaking.

"I'm just as scared as you are." Kenny reassured him.

"And if Kyle or Cartman starts shit- we'll back you up." Jennifer smiled.

Stan nodded and pulled his hands away from Kenny, resting his forehead in his palms.

"You good?" Kenny asked him.

Stan nodded, "Sorry about that." He signed.

"It's okay. Dinner on me tonight! How's that?" She offered.

"No way!" Kenny protested, "You paid for dinner last time. It's my turn!"

"You…" Jennifer poked his ribs, "Need to be saving your money, mister, if you plan on moving out in a few months and supporting Karen." She jabbed and watched Kenny jolt with each poke.

Kenny finally grabbed Jennifer's hand and stopped her from tickling him, "I am saving my money." He said proudly. "I just thought it'd be nice if I treated you guys for a change." He shrugged.

Stan began signing. "Haven't you been working overtime all week?"

"All week." Kenny confirmed, it brought him joy to talk about work, unlike most people his age. "I'm only here now because I got the day off today and tomorrow."

Stan shrugged, "I'll pay, my treat." He signed, insisting.

"Nope- it's on me and it's final." Kenny crossed his arms, "And there's nothing you guys can do about it."

..xxXxx..

The following day before classes, Carrie sat on a bench beside Wendy Testaburger. The young woman was applying makeup and gossiping about Bebe. Carrie finally cut her off, "What's the deal between Stan and Kyle?" she asked.

Wendy paused, "I can only assume you mean Marsh and Broflovski." She sighed, "Stan stole Kyle's girlfriend and cheated on me with her."

"You and Stan dated?" Carrie asked.

"Mm-hmm. But… since that day he cheated on me, I haven't spoken to him." She said, "And he's begged." She sighed. "Why do you ask, anyway?" Wendy checked the mirror in her foundation.

"I was with them yesterday. Kyle mentioned that they didn't get along." Carrie said.

"Oh, yeah? And what did Stan say?" she showed very little interest.

"Nothing?" Carrie gave her an odd look, "He can't talk?"

Wendy almost dropped her makeup, "He's mute?" she looked at her.

Carrie flinched, "I guess? He signs and I guess Kenny McCormick and Jennifer Simmons understand him."

Wendy looked out in shock and disbelief, "I didn't realize he's mute now…" she said.

"He could talk before?" Carrie asked.

"Oh, yeah. He used to lead rallies, protests, he used to sing and play guitar… you know he's an animal rights activist?" she asked, her eyes seeming to light up, "He loves animals."

"I just barely met him yesterday." Carrie shook her head.

Wendy scoffed, "Where have you been?" she asked, "Everybody at this point knows Stan Marsh. If not, then at least Eric Cartman." She scowled.

"I barely knew about Eric." Carrie leaned away. "I was homeschooled up until about a month ago."

"Fight in the courtyard!" a shorter, seemingly sheltered teen ran through the food court, "Marsh and Broflovski are fighting again!" he shouted and pointed outside. Carrie only recognized him as a classmate of hers, Leo Stotch, or as some students called him, 'Butters'.

"That's Stan and Kyle." Wendy rolled her eyes and began to put her makeup away.

Carrie jumped up and ran along with other, more excited students. As she stepped out the double doors, a crowd of young adults all chanted and cheered, "Fight, fight, fight!"

Kenny tried to jump into the ring, trying to push passed a couple of larger students, "No, stop!" he barked as the two larger students held his arms back. "Kyle! Let him go!"

Carrie elbowed her way through the group, finally reaching the clearing. Kyle had Stan's head and neck caught under his arm, his forearm pressing into the mute's throat and punching his head with the other hand. Stan struggled to back out of the headlock, but had no luck. Carrie stepped forward and caught another punch aimed at Stan and punched Kyle's stomach.

Upon impact, Kyle doubled over and held his stomach, releasing Stan and leaving him gasping for breath.

The courtyard was silenced. Students watched Carrie in silence.

Kenny was finally released. He ran into the circle and helped Stan to his feet, glaring at Kyle.

Carrie looked at Kyle, "What did I tell you yesterday?" she snarled.

Kyle coughed and gasped, "He started it…"

Kenny growled, "Bullshit."

"I don't give a shit who started it." Carrie glared at the redhead. His hair was down and a complete mess, falling over his back and shoulders like a mane. He hadn't had the chance to pull it back just yet. "Your little feud better come to an end if you plan on surviving Trent in a month."

Kyle stood up and stormed off, wiping his face and holding his stomach. The rest of the crowd dispersed. "Thanks… Carrie, right?" Kenny asked, Stan hung over his shoulder.

"Yeah, is he okay?" Carrie nodded.

Kenny carefully sat him down. "You doing okay?"

Stan signed sloppily, then he grabbed his head, wincing in pain.

Kenny's eyebrows shot up, "Really?"

"What'd he say?" Carrie asked.

"What'd you do?" Kenny asked.

Stan signed again, clearer this time.

Kenny rolled his eyes, "He said that he started it. Kyle was right." He explained, "Stan shoved him when Kyle walked by him."

Carrie sighed, then looked at Stan, "You've got a bigger problem now." She said, "Not to lecture you after you got your ass kicked by Kyle, but come on…" she said, "I kinda need you guys to get along if I'm going to be training you guys." She grabbed his arm, "Let's get you to the nurse's office."

Kenny took his other arm and helped him stand up.

**Oh my gosh, FictionPress was more cooperative than this. I've been trying to get the stupid page loaded for at least twenty minutes. Anyway, welcome to the first installment of the boys' shenanigans, but now they have a couple new buddies. I will explain why Stan's mute in this, just... give the story time. I've not expecting this to be longer than seven chapters? Ten max. Anyway, R&R, lemme know what y'all think of this! Stay awesome folks!**