A/N: I have wanted to write something from Wendy's POV for a while and randomly came up with this. Enjoy, and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or any of the characters, except for Cassandra (Cass), who'll show up more in the next chapter.

I wake up with a start; sitting straight up and banging my head on something metal and cold.

"Fuck!" I slump back down and moan.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I begin to see outlines: a bar in the corner, a television and an old couch that's losing its stuffing. I look up and see a lamp, one of those metal, industrial hanging types. Well, that explains the head injury, I think to myself as I pull the cord and bright light floods the room. A chemistry set sits in a corner, above it a framed photo of an 8 year old Stan and his dog, Sparky, smiles down at me. I feel a strange texture under my thigh, soft and matted, kind of like felt.

What. The. Fuck. I'm in Stan's basement, lying on his pool table. In my underwear. I don't know where the hell my clothes went, and I don't care. I just want to get out of here ASAP. I hop off the pool table, my body screaming in protest. My head is on fire and my stomach is doing back flips.

I suppress a groan and try to think. How much did I have to drink? Where the hell are my clothes? Then hazy memories of last night start coming back to me. Shit. I grab a blue button down (probably one of Mr. Marsh's) that lies carelessly on floor and put it on. Stealthily I creep upstairs and sneak across the living room, glancing at the digital clock on the mantle. 5:44 am. I wonder if it's too early to stop back home and grab some clothes without waking up Dad and Cass.

I tiptoe out the front door, regretting it as soon as my bare feet hit the frozen sidewalk. "Shit!" With my feet on fire, I hop/run to Bebe's, figuring that it was closer. Besides, I needed someone talkative right about now. I'm pounding on the door and hopping from one foot to another; cursing under my breath by the time Bebe finally answers. Her wavy blonde hair is matted and frizzy, her hazel eyes crusted with sleep.

"Wendy? What the hell happened?"

"Can I come in?" I plead, "It's so goddamn cold I think it might have frostbite or something."

Bebe ushers me in and I step onto the warm, plush carpet. Heaven. I wiggle my numb toes, trying to put some feeling back into them while Bebe messes around in the kitchen, making herbal tea from some pack her mom had in the pantry.

"God, I'm so hung over," she complains as we sit on the couch, warm mugs in hand.

"So," she began, "what the hell happened?"

I take a deep breath and sigh. "Well…um…remember Craig's party last night?"

Bebe laughs. "Barely."

Bebe, Powder, Millie, Red and I were having a sleepover at Heidi's house. Heidi's step dad and her mom went to Aspen for the weekend and told us that we were welcome to stay and keep Heidi company. Red found out that the boys were having a party at Craig's; bored out of our minds, we decided to crash it. We set out, slightly drunk after raiding the liquor cabinet; and snuck through the back door. None of the guys looked particularly surprised to see us, but maybe they were drunk too. The rest of night was somewhat of a blur, with Kevin bringing Stoli that his cousin had given him; and Red, Millie and Heidi puking in the bushes behind the house. But then- I sigh again, and Bebe looks up at me with concern. "Wendy, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I blurt out, "IhadsexwithKyle."

"What?" Bebe looks confused.

So I start over, making sure to speak slowly, "I had sex with Kyle."