(DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in any way shape or form. South Park and all of the South Park characters belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone; this is for entertainment purposes only).
A/N: You may notice some characters that are not in the South Park series, these are to create a new friendship group, and will be involved in other books I have planned ahead.
TELEPLAY BY PrincessNoob
WRITTEN BY Kat Queen and PrincessNoob
EDITED BY Kat Queen
Wendy's Weakness
Chapter One
Wendy smiled, waving at Bebe as she watched her friend run over.
Bebe's blonde locks bounced from side to side as she jogged forward – there, they both stared at one another for a second, until finally embracing in a warm hug, both of them smiling pleasantly.
"Oh my god!" Bebe collapsed into a hunch, hands on her legs, breathing heavily. "I thought I was going to be late…"
Wendy rolled her eyes – typical! Their first day and Bebe was making them late already. She scooped back her sleeve and checked her watch – 10:30AM
"I can't wait; I mean, college, Wendy! This is us we're talking about! College! We're gonna rule the school!"
Wendy looked away, a smile didn't etch her lips, and neither did a grimace. She had slightly mixed emotions – disappointment was among most of them, she was pretty dissatisfied that she didn't get into the college she wanted to – yet, she was upset that she had to settle for community college.
However, Wendy wasn't the only one – hardly anybody she knew had gotten a chance to enter the college they were planning to go to – it just seemed unfair and Wendy wasn't the first to raise complaints.
Instantly, lost in her thoughts, Wendy's mind drifted to the irritable ticking of a clock hung high across the tiled walls of the bus station, the seconds just wouldn't move – her mind was bleeding doubt, and her head was throbbing from the party last night.
Bebe turned her head, sharply, hair flicking across her eyes. "So, where were you last night?"
Wendy wasn't really listening – hung on her own thoughts; she looked around, Bebe's eyebrows raised at her. "Oh – oh – I, err… Dad wouldn't let me go."
"Great, I had to play tequila shots on my own, my drinking buddy wasn't there!" Bebe complained, her eyes rolling from misery.
"Hey you, that was so supposed to be for my 20th!" Wendy called.
But that was the least of Wendy's problems – she was worried in plain words – about college, of course – it's the real world. Dog eat dog. But wasn't about to tell Bebe that.
The place had seemed empty when Bebe arrived – but when Wendy's eyes looked to the rest of the room, she saw a lot of people she knew, she smiled at a few of her old friends.
Laughter and music wafted along the bus station – drilling into Wendy like a thunderclap – she wasn't enjoying this at all.
Her eyes scanned the room. Everybody was in shorts, tank tops – funky clothes. Nothing like her, she was dressed in a bright pink, buttoned shirt and jeans.
Bebe, on the other hand, was wearing a leopard print blouse, white mini-skirt and heels – waving vigorously at a boy across the station.
Wendy looked to the ground – heels, and she was wearing pale flats – Bebe was much more stylish, and knew exactly what to wear…
It wasn't long until Wendy was standing alone, her face had flushed a crimson colour and Bebe was across the room, huddled in a group of boys, laughing and giggling.
"Take a running jump!" She heard a male's voice shout.
"I can't do it with my heels on! Hang on!" Bebe's voice bellowed.
"Hurry up, Bebz! Get on top of me!" he called back.
"Easy tiger…" She chuckled. "Eh, Wen, look after my heels!"
Wendy's line of vision was suddenly obscured – flaming red heels slammed to her feet with a thwack. She didn't even react – she was lost in thought.
There, she watched Bebe being hurdled into the air by a group of muscular, gym-toned boys – her face was going to turn green – envy was taking over.
Right! She thought. I'm not doing this anymore – deep breaths! Go and mingle! And so she did– she stepped forward, and then froze – with style, please! She giggled in her head.
Wendy curved over, scooped up the heels, and slipped her feet inside. Two can be sexy at once, Bebe! She smiled – bam!
Flaming red heels echoed across the bus station like gunfire. As if in slow motion, everybody turned to see who it was – it was Wendy; she was rocking the station like a catwalk!
Just then, Wendy walked straight past a cluster of handsome males – she tripped on her heels, and fell flat on her face with a thundering slam –
"Holy shit!" a male's voice shouted.
Across the room, Bebe chuckled loudly – her eyes were batting pathetically at a handsome male – she wasn't really finding him funny, but the way he treated her, she liked it.
His face was framed by black, messy curls. Bebe pondered on combing it. But she kind of liked it, and found him oddly attractive. He smiled wide, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Grayson. You like it then?" he asked.
"Bebe," she grinned. "Where can I get one?" her chuckle grew louder.
They're flirting, and they're both finding it fun.
Wendy lay eagle-spread on the floor, something Bebe wasn't too interested in. Instantly, a crowd of passersby were mottled around her – then:
"Oh my frilly knickers – call a bloody ambulance!" a piercing voice penetrated the helpless wailing.
Zebra-striped converse slammed to the floor, entering the baffling scene, and a pair of hairy legs, concealed tightly in lightly brown, knee-high shorts was the first thing Wendy saw.
Then, a dark green T-shirt, buttoned to the neck, black braces on either side, and a pink bowtie – Scooter Riley.
Arm in arm with a true, teenage beauty – Evelyn Fisher – Scooter examined Wendy, his eyes bulging widely – the rest of the passersby had dispersed back to the waiting area, and Wendy was left with a gloomy shadow of Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Scooter and Evelyn looming over her.
"Oh hey guys…" Wendy said, awkwardly. Wendy forced a smile; she was pretty confused why Stan, Kyle and Kenny were even acknowledging her; they hadn't talked to her once since they left 6th grade. Why did she need to? All she had was chemistry with Kyle in high school.
"Are you alright, hun?" whispered Evelyn, who rolled her eyes at Scooter, who's arms were flailing for help.
Evelyn offered Wendy a hand – and scooped her from the ground.
"Hey, we've not really talked for a while but we were just shocked to see you on the bus trip." Stan mumbled nervously, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Oh well it's been pretty hard getting into any good college lately." Wendy rolled her eyes, Evelyn patting her on the back, brushing the dust away. "Thanks, Eve."
Wendy looked over at Kyle and slightly raised her eyebrow.
"I guess it's the same for you too Kyle, huh?"
"Yeah, I applied for seven colleges but they all rejected me." Kyle looked down in disappointment.
Wendy's eyes drooped in anger – she felt sorry for Kyle, she's always thought he was much more intelligent than her.
"Guess we'll have to make the best out of this college," she said smiling, trying to lighten the conversation.
Bebe bounced over, sucking on a lollipop – hand in hand with Grayson.
"Everybody, this is Grayson – this is Wendy, Stan –" her eyes shifted to Kyle and Kenny, her eyebrows rising. "What are you doing here?"
"We were helping Wendy up."
"You pushed her?" Bebe's voice raised in volume.
"No! –" fearful, Kyle stepped back, putting his arms to his chest, in an action to surrender. "S-she fell,"
"Fell or was given?" Bebe's fists clenched – but Wendy grabbed them rapidly.
"No! I fell. He's telling the truth!" Wendy chuckled.
"You don't have to lie for him…" Bebe said, anger filling her eyes.
"Seriously, I fell –" Wendy looked to her feet. Bebe's eyes followed her view, a smile crackling across her lips.
The whole group burst into laughter – it was like the old days. When they were younger. When they were free. When they didn't have to work for qualifications.
Bebe looked around their huddle – Scooter, Evelyn, Kenny, Kyle and Stan had all changed – Kenny was muscular, his hood now down.
Kyle's hair had been exposed, cut shorter and he also had stubble.
Stan had a small dragon tattoo stretched across his neck and had let his hair grown under his hat,
Scooter's look had gotten... Kinky and Evelyn was more girly and wearing makeup.
Wendy's reaction froze, then realised someone was missing, why did she care anyway? But she just had to ask.
"Uh… So, where's Cartman?"
All the boys turned to each other then back at Wendy.
"Are you kidding me? Probably still in bed," laughed Stan.
Kenny and Kyle both chuckled to themselves.
The eight of them chatted for a few minutes about their community college until Scooter placed himself between her a Bebe.
"Come on guys! Everyone is boarding the busses."
"On it, Scootz." Bebe answered.
Wendy turned to the boys smiling.
"You're not getting on this one, guys?" Evelyn questioned.
"We can't all fit on that bus – unless you want to sit on my knee," Kenny said, and with a wink, Evelyn and Scooter left for the bus.
"Well, see you guys later, maybe we'll have a class together in college?" Wendy said.
As she walked away towards the number two bus, Stan, Kenny and Kyle all waved. The boys parted the separate way and left for the number five bus.
In a neat row of seven, vibrant yellow busses were sitting, waiting to take the students off to college.
She was pretty happy with the place she had chosen to sit on the bus until she lay her eyes upon the one person sat down on their own in the area.
Her smile was diminished into a shocked expression, as she saw Cartman.
Oh my god… She thought to herself. He looks pretty good.
Cartman wasn't thin or anything but his weight had been nice to him; he wasn't this blob anymore like when he was a kid. He was much more firm, his arms were more toned.
She looked up at him with a small smile forming on her face.
"What you lookin' at ho?"
Wendy froze, the information instantly shot into her head – she just checked out Cartman!
"Nothing." She turned away from him and looked out of the window – fluffy clouds wisped past the sky.
For the whole thirty-five minute trip to college, Wendy tried to ignore the large boy in the corner of her eye.
She decided the minutes weren't going to slip by so she began to join in her friends' conversation.
Finally after the long trip the bus began to slow down.
She sighed with relief, she peeked quickly at Cartman – he was asleep?
Bebe looked over and chuckled.
"Let's mess with him Wen," Bebe grinned.
"Errr… let's not, that's cruel."
Bebe's mouth parted slightly with shock.
"Are you serious? This is Cart-man!"
Wendy looked down. Bebe was right…
"Yeah, I guess…"
Bebe placed her finger to her bottom lip, tapping it in thought.
"Oh! I know, it's cheap but hilarious."
Bebe pulled a pen from her bag and yanked off the lid. Giggling, she leant in to write something on Cartman's forehead.
Wendy watched smiling; she missed Bebe's silly pranks.
The girls' enjoyment was instantly eradicated as the second Bebe's pen touched Cartman's skin his eyes popped open in a flash.
He looked up at Bebe and frowned; she bit her lip.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarled.
Bebe slowly moved the pen away from Cartman's face.
Wendy tried to contain her laughter, Bebe's face was priceless – yet, she was only frightened by him shouting.
She wasn't really sure what to say.
"Uh… Come one Bebe, let's go find the girls."
Wendy made her way off the bus, Bebe in close pursuit, but something snatched her arm – she screamed loudly like an animal snared in a trap.
Cartman had grasped hold of the blonde's arm, glaring at her.
"Get off me, you pig!" Bebe pulled from his grip, but he wasn't letting down easily.
"You bitch!" he spat.
"We were just messing!" Bebe's voice emerged strangled.
Bebe felt pretty guilty, that was until Cartman replied.
"Yeah, whatever you fucking ho's."
"Oi, don't call her that!" Wendy snarled.
"If you've got a problem, say it now, you skanky, greasy –"
Bebe's scream was amplified as Cartman twisted her arm, "you fucking whore!"
"Hey!" yelled Grayson, coming closer to Cartman – who stood glaring at each other.
Cartman grinned.
"Hey, man! Get off her!"
"Fuck off –"
"Just let go of me, Cartman!" yelped Bebe.
"Big man, fighting with girls?" Grayson grinned.
"Get off me! Get the – fuck – get – off – me –!"
"Fuck you all!" Cartman snapped, releasing Bebe, who fell into Grayson's arms.
Bebe whipped around, and suddenly a sharp, sweltering pain was given off by her hand, and with a crunching, celery-like snap – Cartman's head snapped to the side, followed by a shocked expression. And a very red cheek.
Grayson took hold of Bebe and kissed her forehead.
"You will regret ever crossing me, Cartman!" she yelled, rubbing her sore hand.
Bebe and Wendy made their way over to Red, Annie, Heidi and their other friends that they'd made in middle school and high school.
"Here you go guys," said Red passing Bebe and Wendy their lesson schedule. "I picked them up when getting mine."
Wendy smiled and took the paper off her friend.
"Oh, that's great. Thanks Red."
Bebe looked down at her schedule, her eyes lit up.
"Yes! Every Thursday and Wednesday I have only one lesson to go to, I've got free periods all after that. Have you got any free periods Wen?"
Wendy looked down at her busy schedule.
"Only two, one on Wednesday and another on Friday."
Bebe looked down at the raven haired girl's schedule, her jaw dropped as she scanned over Wendy's lessons.
"Jesus Wendy, you wanted to take all this stuff?"
Wendy nodded and smiled.
"It all looked to interesting I just had to! You really should have taken harder things Bebz, you're gonna be so bored in the day. Why did you take dance? You love danc-"
Wendy's conversation was cut short as Cartman stepped in next to Annie. The girls all looked over at Cartman with blank faces, nobody said a word until Cartman rummaged in his pocket pulling out a pen and handing it to Bebe.
"You left your pen…" he smirked – he's clearly winding her up – and it was working.
They all frowned at him as he walked off towards Stan, Kenny and Kyle.
Bebe rolled her eyes.
"Jesus what a fucking asshole."
Heidi looked down at her schedule.
"Oh girls, we've gotta go to an assembly in ten minutes."
Heidi pointed her to two large wooden doors.
"Should we get there early to get seats together?"
All of the girls nodded and walked over to the beautifully styled doors and opened them. There were about sixty students sat down in seats, Wendy wanted to sit close to the front so pulled her friends to the sixth row.
Wendy shuffled into the middle of the row leaving room for her seven other friends, Red sat next to her followed by Bebe and the others.
Soon after five minutes the room was beginning to be filled with students. Shockingly out of all of the seats in the oversized room Stan and his three friends sat behind the girls, none of them really noticed not really.
Their attention was drawn to the stage where a teacher had appeared.
Wendy and Red glanced at each other smiling and looked back at the teacher. The teacher then shouted, trying to quiet down the rambunctious and obnoxious teenagers.
"Now everyone, this week you will be settling into your classes which I'm sure you're all very excited about. But next week on Monday until Wednesday you will be thrown off lesson plan as you will all be moved into your assigned rooms, try to bring all that you can over in those three days because you won't be allowed to go back home and get anything else after that."
Wendy was really excited; she smiled listening to every word the teacher had to say. That until she felt a sharp pain in the back of the neck, she turned her head to the left and looked behind her. Sat there was Cartman – shit!
He was sat down with a pen in his hand and a huge smile plastered across his face. She scowled at him and turned back around. She felt him her poker more and more, she tried to ignore him until she felt him write something quickly on her neck.
She didn't want to interrupt the assembly so she quickly put her arm behind her next to where Cartman was writing, grabbed his pen and threw it into the open isle.
After the teacher was done talking she told the students they had ten minutes to get to their lessons. Wendy and her friends shuffled out of their row but Wendy had her eyes locked on Cartman, staring him down.
When they exited the hall she sped up her walking pace and tapped Cartman on the shoulder, he was much taller than her - She felt vulnerable.
Cartman turned around and looked down at her.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Wendy stayed silent her a few seconds, glaring at him.
"What did you write on the back of my neck?"
Cartman looked around smiling pretending like he didn't know what she meant.
"I didn't do anything, Wendy."
Wendy looked at Stan and pointed to the back of her neck.
"Stan, tell me what that asshole wrote."
Stan looked behind her and read it out.
"Erm… it says '10 cents for BJs' what the hell Cartman?"
Wendy's face turned red, not with embarrassment but with anger.
"You fucking asshole, what the fuck!"
She reached around to the back of her head and pulled out the bobble holding up her hair hoping that would hide most of the writing.
"You tried to write something on my forehead you bitch."
"That wasn't me, you dick!" yelled Wendy. Bebe looked over her shoulder from across the room, yet decided not to say anything, but just scowl.
She simply held up her middle finger.
"This isn't over fat-ass."
Her dark hair flicked into Cartman's face as she turned around, folding her arms storming over to Bebe.
"Just ignore that dick-face. He's a tit." Bebe said, "English now. Come on, babes."
She linked her friend smiling and walked down the busy corridor. Both of the girls gave Cartman daggers and they walked past.
A/N Please leave reviews, I'd love to hear negative and positive responses please, thanks! :) Also you may have read the first version, I took it off and replaced it; I just wasn't happy with it…