"Where's Cartman?" Kyle asked slamming his locker closed.
"Don't know," Stan answered, closing his phone. He'd sent Wendy four texts, but she hadn't answered a single one. The bell rang, and the pair grabbed their Drama textbooks, and went up the stairs towards the classroom on the top floor. At the second landing, they found Kenny and Bebe, getting pretty heavy. Stan chucked his book at them. "Oi, you'll be late for class!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"You could have killed me!" Kenny said, enraged as he watched Bebe run down the stairs.
"So?" Kyle called, and he and Stan laughed loudly. Kenny flipped them off and stalked away.
Kyle and Stan struggled up the next four flights of stairs with difficulty.
"Why did they have to extend the school?" Kyle asked, panting. "They could have at least been nice enough to put in an elevator. Finally, they came to door reading 10Drama/Study Hall, Room 15. No one else had arrived yet. Pushing Stan out of the way, Kyle opened the door. Stan stopped dead. Kyle looked at him funnily, and asked, "Stan, what's up?" before entering the room behind him. He saw what Stan saw, and stopped dead too.
Wendy had been sitting alone in Room 15, catching up on homework, when there was a knock at the door. Cartman struggled through the door, his weight not allowing him free movement.
"Oh look, it's the Hippy bitch!" he sneered when he saw her.
"Nice to see you too, Cartman," she replied, not looking up. Her heart beat faster, as it always did when her long-time crush entered the room, or spoke too her. Cartman chose the seat next to her, even though there were about 29 other seats he could have chosen. What Wendy didn't know was that Cartman cherished a burning desire for her, ever since fourth grade, when they had kissed. Trying to ignore her excitement, she began her algebra. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her leg. Wendy looked up to see Cartman's eyes on her own, and finally gave way to temptation. She threw herself onto him, passionately kissing him. He responded quickly, and this went on for a while. Her phone buzzed, but she ignored it. Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Wendy sat up, to see her boyfriend standing at the entrance, his face deathly white. "Stan, what's up?" she heard Kyle say, when he came in behind Stan and halted. No one spoke for a few minutes. Stan broke the silence.
"What.the.fuck!" he screamed, his voice hoarse. "What is FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU!" Stan sounded close to tears. "You told me you were over him!" he shouted at her.
"Wait! It's not what it looks like!" Wendy cried, hurriedly trying to button her shirt.
"No? Then what is it?" Stan asked her. She didn't answer him. "Burn in hell, you bitch." The room was deathly quiet. Stan turned and quickly walked off. Kyle looked helplessly at her and then turned and followed him.