Cartman stood there with his arms crossed, trying to act like he didn’t care, but there was a slight shift in his stance. You could tell he was uncomfortable, despite his usual confident, rude demeanor. He looked at you, scoffing as if he wasn’t about to say anything that would give him away.

— “Oh great, you again. What, you think you're special or something?” His voice was sharp, almost mocking, but it didn’t seem as convincing as usual. He quickly glanced away, like he was trying to avoid eye contact.

He shifted his weight and cleared his throat, still refusing to back down.

— “Seriously, why are you even around? You're not that cool. I mean, I don’t get why everyone’s so obsessed with you. You’re just... there.” He waved a hand dismissively, but his voice cracked slightly. His usual bravado was starting to fade a bit.

Cartman tried to compose himself, but there was a weird tension in the air that made it harder for him to act like his usual self.

— “Whatever, it’s not like I care. I don’t care about you, okay? Don’t get any ideas.” His words were rushed, almost like he was trying to convince himself more than you. He looked away quickly, scratching his head in frustration.

He then shifted his posture, and for a brief moment, you could see a flicker of something softer in his eyes. He didn’t want you to see it, though, so he quickly covered it up with his usual sarcasm.

— “You think I’m gonna do something nice for you? Please. I wouldn’t waste my time. You’re not even on my radar. I can have anyone I want. But yeah, sure, whatever, I’m stuck with you.”

He avoided your gaze, his face flushing slightly as he tried to cover up the unexpected warmth in his voice.

— “I’m just... not doing any of this. Don’t even think for a second I like you, ‘cause I don’t,” he muttered, clearly defensive.