"How the fuck did this happen?" Asked a very confused Maggie Bachler. "Well it turns out your boyfriend was gay!" Jess laughed. Everyone was laughing and I just sat there blushing and furious. "Shut up you guys, this isn't the worst thing that happened to her." Stan said. He was a 16, which made me kind of like him a little. Not just because of the age, but because he was drop dead sexy. "Yeah, but it's probably the most embarrassing!" Craig exclaimed patting me on the back. "Don't touch me!" I hissed. Craig was the one who broke the news to everyone that my boyfriend was guy. I looked into his almost puppy dog like eyes and my heart melting-making me regret almost instantly what he said. "Damn, I'm sorry ok!" I muttered with my cheeks heating up like crazy. Craig opened his arms wide for a hug and I playfully slapped his shoulder. He frowned. I glared at him and gave him the 'you had that coming look'. "Well, you did have it coming Craigers." I told him and I have no idea why I call him that. I lowered my gaze because I knew that Damien would've still broken up with me and Craig was just warning me. I was still really upset and blaming Craig. "Ok, I'm sorry, I l…" My voice trailed off and I gave him an awkward hug. It was quick and everybody laughed harder. I face palmed and Craig flipped me off jokingly. "Maggie, come on!" Shelly hissed and took me by the arm. "You're not going to trap me inside of a closet again with a stray dog are you?" I asked her quietly. That was just not nice. Shelly chuckled and looked completely evil when she looked back at me. I just hope she was not as evil as Stan said. Even though the stray dog accident convinced me otherwise. "Maybe and maybe not turd!" She hissed. My eyes widened and I reached for Jess. She stepped back-out of my grasp. I took her arm as Shelly took mine and dragged us out of the house.

We went to this new club called "Stray Dog". Yes, I understand the irony. But it wasn't that funny when Shelly talked about it the first time and that's kind of how the whole dog incident happened. It's not something I would like to talk about. We were dancing to some pop music and just having a real good time when I saw a familiar looking guy dancing his way towards us. He started dancing with me. I just started dancing back and moving my body when I looked up at him and gasped. "Butters, leave me alone, I'm trying to meet some guys!" I said playfully pushing his shoulder away from me. He didn't move, but looked at me and pout on a mock pouty face. "Maggie, I am a guy!" He shouted over the music. I rolled my eyes. He frowned, but then smiled when I smiled at him and gave him my best apologetic look. It probably wasn't that great. "You know what I mean right? Single guys!" I hissed. He just gave me a dumb-founded stare and a blank smile. Speaking of Butters not being single anymore, I looked around for Kenny. I found him a few dance floor squares away dancing with Jess. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were both really into it. They probably were. Butters followed me gaze and frowned. He looked kind of sad. I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled sympathetically at him. "Let's dance baby!" I exclaimed and started dancing. He was frozen for a minute as I shook my shit around, but then started to dance and bump my hip with him. I chuckled. "Hey Maggie, you're a good dancer!" He exclaimed over the music.

I stopped swinging my hips from side to side and blushed. I was having a lot of fun, but then I thought of something. I always ruin stuff by thinking, and thinking way too much for that matter. I looked up at Butters and he frowned at me. I frowned back, but I could say Butters smiling trying to cheer me up so I smirked and nodded in appreciation. I threw my arms around his neck and started dancing with him again. He looked like he wasn't really into it at first, but just shrugged it off and put his hands on my rotating hips. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable-he was my friend and so damn cute that I just felt really bad doing that-so I took my arms from his neck and shook them around in the air, going half-way down and back up again. He frowned, but then laughed a little when I gave him a really 'I'm having a great time' look. I was sick to my stomach for trying to flirt with Butters and even thinking about it like that, but I knew how Kenny constantly made him jealous and didn't stop even though he knew it. It was like he just couldn't survive without flirting. It was like his drug and favorite addiction. "Butters!" I heard myself saying loudly. We stopped having fun and dancing and I looked away. I hated myself for always ruining my fun and now Butters fun. I really loved Butters, but now more than ever wanted him to love me. Maybe I just wanted somebody to love me after the break up with Damien. I didn't want to hate Pip, because it was not his fault that Damien liked him and wanted to be with him. But why the hell did Damien have to figure out that he was gay with me? It wasn't fair. I suddenly felt a soft gentle hand stroked my chin. I looked him and Butters gave me a sympathetic smile. I thought it was just sympathy at first, but when I really stared into his gentle gray eyes it looked like something much more. 4 years of shaking off the feeling of jealousy perhaps? That's right, 4 years. I was kind of surprised neither Butters or Kenny had ever talked about marriage.

Or acted on it. I just smiled at him and tried to dance it off, but he grabbed my hips and stopped them by gently squeezing them. I felt my cheeks heat up more than ever with anyone in a long time and looked away for a quick second before looking into his eyes again. Something in his gaze had changed all of a sudden. It wasn't kind and gentle like I had always known it to be, but now sharp and impatient. I could now clearly see he had felt like this for a long time about Kenny's constant flirting. It bothered him. Why wouldn't it? I frowned at him and was about to look back at Kenny and Jess when he pulled my face back with his hands and our lips met. It was a kiss that seemed to last for hours, but was more like 30 seconds until-from the corner of my eye-I saw Kenny and Jess stop to look at us. Kenny showed a few seconds of vulnerability but then looked like he wanted to kill me. My strong love for Butters at that moment was overcome by anxiety and fear for what Kenny would do to me now. I stopped it by pulling back. That's right, I stopped it. Not that I really wanted to. Even though I knew and was cool with Butters being gay, I was kind of finding myself attracted to him. What the hell is wrong with me? "I got to go!" I yelled and started for the exit. I spent quite some time pushing pass people on the dance floor. Why'd this club have to be so damn popular? I was finally out and the entrance was barely 10 feet away when a hand fell on my shoulders. I would've thought it was Butters except it was more rough and manlier like Kenny's. I squeezed my eyes shut for two seconds, took a deep breath, and turned to face Shelly. She looked at me in confusion and sympathy. O snaps, I just called Shelly manly! If she could read my mind, I'd be lying face down in a ditch right now.