"Goddamit..." Eric mumbled to himself as he looked at the figure on the other side of his bed. It had happened again. He would go out, get to drunk and wake up to a naked woman in his bed. There was a time that he was all up for meaningless sex, especially when he could remember it properly the next morning, but now it was getting old. It just wasn't worth his time anymore. He wanted to earn someone, he wanted a real challenge, it was all just too easy for him, and honestly boring.
He got up, got dressed and woke the woman on the bed, it was a familiar face as usual, since South Park is a very small town, this time it was one of the raisins girls, Porsche. She wore a big smile on her face... apparently, alcohol didn't affect his performance that much, for the afterglow was pretty much still there... At the age of 17, Eric had grown into a very attractive and well-built young man, girls would often take the opportunity to be in the tall and strong Hockey player's bed.

After he told her to fuck off (being the huge asshole that he still is) Eric took a long cold shower and got dressed to school.

Someone told Eric one day that if he applied himself better, he might have better chances of becoming a notorious business man in the future, therefor, earning his 10 million dollars. So he did, and even though he is far from being well behaved, he has pretty good grades and now he is competing with Kyle and Wendy on the top of the class...Ugh, Wendy... that bitch... Just the tough of her made Eric's head hurt.

At school, Wendy had been already on her desk. Alone in the empty classroom, she caught herself thinking about the events of the previous night. Bebe had made her go to a stupid music festival on a school night, but she just couldn't say no to her best friend.. It was awful, the music was terrible and Bebe had too much to drink as usual. But the worst part was that Eric Cartman was there, dancing with some whore that was all over him. It was not the first time she caught him making out furiously with some random girl, but it really didn't matter, because she would always feel like she was about to lose her shit.

Wendy had it bad for Carman, and she couldn't stand seeing him with someone else, it was painful… She broke up with Stan in freshman year over some stupid fight, she actually saw the perfect chance for her to pretend like she was really hurt over whatever reason they were fighting about to break up with him. Wendy didn't love him anymore, she was too much in love with someone else, and that killed her every day..

It's certainly not easy to be completely crazy about the town asshole, the one person that hates you. He was one her mind 24/7, his hazel eyes and messy hair hunted her. Her feeling started in ninth grade, when they had to prepare a speech for debate class together. Spending that much time with him messed her head up a bit. He was a real jerk, but also very intriguing, and incredibly smart. Her interest in him developed day by day, and she started to notice just how attractive he was starting to become, and how sexy she found him to be. "Fuck…" she said to herself trying once more to understand why was she lusting over him so badly when all he did was push her away with his insults and schemes. Of course no one knew about this, no one could.. It was just to embarrassing, everyone knew he hated her, and more importantly, everyone knew how much of an asshole he could be. He had gotten more mature over the years, but he was still a manipulative son of a bitch.

She was lost in her thoughts when Bebe burst into the room rambling to Heidi about how awesome the night was and how she went home with Clyde…Here we go again…

"What the fuck dude, blow that shit in someone else's face" Kyle hated when Cartman smoked near him, if Kyle got home smelling like cigarettes his mom would lose her shit.

"Chill out Jew, it's just smoke.."

"Yeah, smoke that kills, not that I care if you die, I just don't want to smell like you, fatass"

"Whatever asshole, just go hang somewhere else, this wall is my smoking spot, besides the class will start in a few minutes, so beat it already"

"I am waiting for Stan, he told me to meet here"

" Goddamit, then I'll get the fuck out of here before you to start fagging out in my face"

"Fuck you shitface"

After the usual insult exchange with Kyle, Eric went to his classroom where he found his usual chair occupied by that stupid bitch Wendy

"Ay, get your lame ass out of my fucking chair; you might infect it with your hippie germs"

"Fuck you Cartman, I was just talking to Bebe and Heidi"

"I don't fucking care, don't sit in my spot you dirty bitch"

"An 'excuse me' would do.."

"Ok, excuse me hippie skank, get the fuck out of my chair please. Thank you"

Wendy was fumigating with anger, God, he was such a dick! She stood up, looked at him dead in the eye and said "one day you are going to end up alone, and you'll be sorry that you were such an asshole to everyone"

When Wendy said that, Eric immediately felt a punch in his heart. She was so right, he wanted not to care but for some reason he just couldn't, not when it was her talking… she messed with his head so much, ever since that summer last year, he was having trouble facing her. That summer night at Tokens party, that one drunken kiss they shared had so much passion. Why? He knew he had this huge stupid crush on her since third grade, but why did she give in to his kiss that way? He was the one to make the first move and kiss her during a stupid argument, he did it completely out of nowhere, and as soon as the kiss started, she practically threw her small self into his arms. It was so intense, so perfect, just too much for them to handle, especially with the kind of relationship that they had. They hated each other…right? Eric was sure that she was just drunk and horny or something, she could never feel the same way about him. He was so scared of giving into her that he made sure to stay the fuck away from her ever since that night. They never spoke about it afterwards but that kiss was on Eric's head every day.

Wendy sat down on her own chair just as the teacher walked in and the class started.

"So, Wendy, are you ready for Tokes spring party this year?" Bebe said with a grin

"Not really, I usually get too drunk with all those drinking games"

"And what's wrong with getting a bit too drunk once a year?"

Token didn't throw many parties, but when he did, it was crazy, too many people, too many drinks, too many unexpected couples making out.

"I don't know…"

"It'll be on Friday, you'll have plenty of time to figure that out until then, but pleeease go with me!"

It was difficult for Wendy to say no to Bebe, but she was honestly very scared, if Cartman started to hit on someone while she was drunk, who knows if she could keep her self-control? At this point she was overflowing with emotions. This strong desire she had for Eric had been trapped there for years now, and it was overbearing. She knew better to stay away from drinks near him…

The rest of the week was all too usual, she would have a feel heated arguments with Cartman, gossip around with her friends and avoid Stan. He would always be looking at her like a creep, and she didn't know how to deal with it, so it was best to avoid the awkwardness. He is a good guy, but it just couldn't work out anymore, besides, it would be unfair to him..

When Friday came, she was still having doubts about going to Tokens party, but at some point she figured 'what the hell?' even if something happens, it's better that living a dull life with no excitement whatsoever.

Bebe arrived at Wendy's at 7pm sharp; they ran upstairs to get dressed. Wendy wanted to look her best, so she needed a friend's advice, and Bebe was the perfect person to do the job since she was always looking good. Wendy pulled out a very small and tight dress that would show up her curves and slim figure, she really didn't care if she looked a bit slutty; she just wanted to outdo the other girls just for this one time. Her long dark hair was perfectly hanging in her waist line, and her makeup complemented her almond shape blue eyes and bumped lips, she was stunning.. and so was Bebe, but hell, Bebe was always perfect…

After about two hours they headed out on Bebe's car, Token's house was about fifteen minutes away, on the rich side of the small town. The girls were excited; Tokens house was the perfect one for a party.

When they got there, Bebe parked on the driveway, and Wendy spotted the big black truck that belong to Eric, he was already there. Her heart was already racing..

Stepping inside she could hear the loud music in the back yard. The house was crowded!

Meanwhile, Eric was having one of his usual pointless arguments with Kyle, this time, it was over how fucking lame it was that Kyle was still a virgin at the age of seventeen.

"There is nothing wrong with being a virgin Cartman, I had my chances but I am just not ready okay? Just because you are a big slut, doesn't mean that everyone else should be, asswipe"

"Please Khal , your palms are so hairy that I have no idea how that beer that you're holding didn't slip yet, you are just a virgin because you are a scrawny jew with absolute no sex appeal"

"And you are a fucking fat son of a bitch that I would doubt is not a virgin…that is, if I hadn't caught you with Annie in the bathroom that one time…gross…"

" Don't call me fat you peace of crap, and you probably loved it Khal, you jewfag."

"Whatever asshole, AND STOP BLOWING THAT SHIT ON MY FACE"

"So get the fuck away from me when I'm smoking you asshole!"

"Are you guys done? Holy shit it's fucking impossible to have a nice normal conversation without you two starting on some fight." Stan said sounding very frustrated

"That's just cause Khal is sexually frustrated and has a shit ton of sand up his vagina all the time"

"THERE IS NO SAND IN MY VAGINA"

"Go get some pills for that PMS of yours, you stupid kike son of a…." Cartman couldn't finish his insult as he spotted Wendy, wow, she was absolutely gorgeous. He was already starting to sweat looking at her curvy awesome body in that tight little dress. God, he wishes he could just rip that dress off. He stayed there, staring at her, a little bit longer that he should.

"Cartman?" Stan said, right before he noticed who Cartman was staring at. Stan immediately felt very unconfutable and jealous at the same time, stupid fat peace of shit was looking ate his Wendy?

"Take a fucking picture asshole" Stan nearly screamed

"What? I was looking at Bebe, she looks fucking hot"

"Yeah…whatever, let's get some shots…I'm going to need alcohol." Stan knew Cartman was lying, but there was not much he could do about that.. not anymore. He did tried to get her back a few times, but he then realized it was just a waste of time, and that he should actually try to move on and give her some space..But until then, he was still very much in love with her.

Wendy and Bebe headed immediately to the shots table to get some tequila. That's when she saw him, Eric was as sexy as ever. He had all that bad boy vibe going on. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath, the simple outfit enhanced his broad shoulders and strong figure…he is irresistible, no wonder he gets more ass than a toilet seat, it's gonna be thought to go through this night.

After six shots of tequila and some beer, it was fair to say that Wendy was more than a bit tipsy. It was nearly 11pm and she was dancing like crazy with Bebe, trying not to fall of her high heels, but suddenly she noticed that she danced alone, and Bebe was in some corner with Clyde, that smug jock was bound to take her best friend away from Wendy at some point. Oh well, she figured it was best she went looking for someone else to hang.

As she walked around, she spotted something she was definitely not looking forward to. Eric fucking Cartman making out madly with that stupid slut Annie against the wall, she even had her leg up on his waist. God, why all his kisses had to be so fucking heated? Her heart was pounding out of her chest, the jealousy was too much and oh my god, she was going to lose her shit, she was too drunk to stop herself today.

She saw the bear on her hand and didn't think twice.

"Oooops, sorryyy, just in case you weren't wet enough Annie"

"WENDY, THE FUCK?" Eric shouted soaked in beer.

Wendy started to laugh uncontrollably just before she tripped and feel on the floor. At tha,t Annie pissed out of her mind, growled and headed to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up.

At the sight of Eric cursing at her and calling her a stupid crazy bitch she started to cry just as uncontrollably.

"Jesus, how drunk are you, hoe?"

"Very…."

"Come on, bitch, you have to eat something"

He helped her up still a little pissed off, they went to the eating table and he gave her a sandwich and sat her down on the sofa, away from the dance floor and the craziness.

As she ate, he lid up a cigarette and sat beside her.

"So, just what the fuck was that about?"

"Nothing, I just don't like her… and I hate you too so whatever, I just wanted to cock block you…slut"

"Slut? Are you serious?" He laughed at that

"Can't you keep it in your pants just once?"

"Why should I, it's a party Wendy, and what I do with my dick isn't really any of your damn business you bitch"

"Can't you stop being a dick to me? Oh my god, it's getting old, I never did anything to you"

"I believe you just, quote 'cock blocked me'"

"Yeah, it was for your own good, that bitch is full of stds."

"Whatever, you're full of shit, just stay out of my fucking night" With that, Eric stood up and putted out his cigarette

"Where are you going?"

"Back into the party, it's getting cold out here"

"Yeah, I know…just…can you stay here with me a bit?"

Eric growled and sat back down. When he looked back at her, he noticed she was shivering with the cold breeze.

"Here hoe" Eric putted his jacket around her. Just how long was she going to make him stay there, looking at her and feeling trapped? She was so close he could smell her scent; he could feel her heat even with the cold approaching bit by bit. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know how to act around her, especially when she was looking at him like that, with those huge incredible blue eyes. 'She must be drunk out of her mind to want my company' he thought.

Wendy was frozen in place, looking at him, a small smile forming in her lips, she wanted to hug him, to kiss him, she couldn't take her eyes off of his, and it was starting to get awkward.

"Stop it Wendy" Eric said looking away

"Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me, I don't know what the hell do you want but just don't look at me like that, it's weird"

" I…I'm just happy that we're spending some time together and you're not yelling at me for once."

"That's because you're drunk, it's no fun, you'll just start crying again"

"Yeah, because it's hurtful when you became so aggressive for no reason"

"What? Dude we always fight and you are just as aggressive to me, and what the fuck is up with the sensitivity all of the sudden? You are not sensitive, like ever."

"Maybe I am just telling you that because of the liquid courage I just drank a shit load of"

"And since when do you drink?"

"Since…since I need to drink to get me through the night" 'What? What the fuck was that' she thought, she was starting to talk too much, but she was having a really hard time stopping herself now.

"If this is because of Stan, that fag asshole is still into you, he doesn't stop talking about you're bitchy ass, Wendy this, Wendy that, its fucking annoying, still don't know what he sees in you tho"

Wendy just couldn't deal with his crap, not tonight, she was too emotional right now.

"Fuck you Cartman, seriously, go fuck yourself"

"Woow, calm down hoe"

"No, go fuck yourself, who are you to talk about Stan? You're the asshole who's sleeping with that ugly slutty bitch Annie"

"How cute, are you jelly Wendy?"

"No…" she lied. Then she looked at him again, his hazel eyes meeting hers, their legs touching, her head spinning. "You know what? Fuck it, yes I am, I am jealous"

His eyes widened… What? What was she talking about?

"Why?"

Oh fuck… What the hell was she about to do?

"Maybe because you fucking kissed me last year and never explained why, you asshole, you don't screw with a girls head like that"

"No, we are NOT talking about that"

"Yes we are, was I part of some scheme or something? Was I just a "fun time " to you? Cause I think it's a little weird that you would do that to some girl that you've known and hated all your life."

" I just felt like it, let it go already, I had even forgotten about that shit" Lies, he was far from forgetting it, and so was she. Wendy was feeling her tears coming once again. The thought of him kissing her so fervently and then, all of the sudden, leaving the party and not looking back, leaving her there alone with absolutely no explanation.. It just hurt too much. She loved that asshole, and he just told her it didn't mean anything? To her, that make out section meant the world. She couldn't handle it anymore.

"FORGOT ABOUT IT? God you are SUCH an asshole, all you do is hurt me, all you do is mess with my head, and then you ask why I'm drinking? Fuck you" she said as her tears started to fall again

At that moment, Eric couldn't believe her words, she really was hurt and because of him..

Eric stood there in silence, as her tears started to fall more and more, and she was devastated, he could she shame in her eyes, and he could see desperation as she started to talk again.

"Can't you see what you're doing to me? Can't you see the amount of pain and confusion you are putting me through? Always making me feel worthless and unwanted, and for what reason? You shouldn't have done that last year, you shouldn't have kissed me like that and then left without looking back. I wish you would just fucking die for what you did to me, for what you do to me every day" she was out of her mind, she was definitely giving out to much, but she honestly couldn't care less about it now, and Eric? He was there, just staring blankly at her, nothing to say, just an unreadable look on his face.

As for him, he really didn't know what to do or what to say. She was too drunk, he couldn't just kiss her or tell her how he felt, mainly because he couldn't even admit it to himself properly. It wasn't just some crush, it was Wendy… he couldn't hurt her again, he couldn't give her anything, he wasn't worth her pain and Eric knew that kissing her now would just make things worse.

As he set there trying to figure out what to do, Wendy got tired of waiting for a reply, she was feeling like shit for everything she said, and the lack of words coming from him could just mean one thing: to him, she was probably just a piece of nothing that he had a bit of fun with once.

"Screw you" hurt and drunk, she stood up and headed out, looking for someone to drive her home, since Bebe was nowhere to be seen. She was shaking with anger and disbelieve. How could he be so heartless?

She left Eric there alone, with a lot on his mind. He thought about going after her, but for what? Eric was in general really god at solving conflicts, but with Wendy, he was always clueless on how to act, he putted his head on his hands. He knew he was no good for her, even if they got together again, he knew he would just break her heart over and over again, if it was any other girl, he wouldn't care, but Wendy? He just couldn't do that to her… He was a broken shell, he had trust issues and a screwed up concept of love. He had a thought life, one he hid from everyone, but he was just to screwed up to give her what she needed, she was better of far away from him.

"Wendy? Oh my god what happened?" the blond girl showed up right after Wendy sent her a text.

"Just take me home Bebe, please, I can't talk about it now"

The way home was silent, Bebe knew her best friend well, and when Wendy didn't want to talk about something, she better keep her questions to herself for a while. But she was growing concerned of the amount of pain her friend was obviously in.

Wendy got to her room, broken and dry of tears, she laid on her bed as she started to sober up bit by bit, she couldn't believe the stuff he said to Cartman, that fucking pig. As she was about to take her makeup off, her phone vibrated, she figured it must be Bebe, but the number on her screen said otherwise.

-Tell me when you wake up, we need to talk. E. Cartman-