Random and slightly pointless introduction: And now this chapter. I really have no plan for this story. I'm kind of just writing down whatever comes to mind. So that's why it's not so good...

Review? Please? I want to know if I should quit or not.

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Eric Cartman sat behind Wendy in Lit. He was pretty good in Lit, so he always figured he didn't have to pay attention or behave in the class. All he really needed was a C anyway, and he didn't truly have to do a thing to get one. Sometimes he even got a B just winging it.

Hey, Wendy, he scribbled down on a piece of paper. He folded it up and stuck it in her hand.

She opened it. What do you want, Cartman? she wrote back.

I was just remembering that time you kissed me when we were in forth grade. ;) he put on the paper.

That was seven years ago. What's you point? Eric could see the faint blush in her cheeks when she passed the note back.

Aw, that's so sweet, you're blushing!! When you said you had no more feelings for me, were you REALLY telling the truth? He grinned when he saw her sink in her chair while reading it.

I am NOT blushing. Shut up. And yes I was.

You're blushing, admit it. Well, what would you say if I told you that I've like you since you kissed me that day? He bit his lip as she took the note from his hand. No going back now, Cartman thought to himself.

Wendy was speechless. She had to force her jaw not to drop right then and there. She wrote down one word in response. Nothing.

That hurts, Wendy. You should make it up to me by hanging out with me at Starks Pond tomorrow, after school. Cartman's heart beat fast with adrenaline as her waited for her to decide.

That's not a great way to ask a girl out, Cartman. But sure. I'll come.

He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He grinned like an idiot. Cool, see you then.

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Wendy slipped out of the school, avoiding any contact with Kyle, Cartman or Stan, and ran right into Kenny. Her heartbeat quickened wildly. "H-hey Kenny..." she murmured. She cursed herself when she looked into his eyes. Every time she did that, she melted.

He smiled. "Hi, Wendy." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind the school. He backed into the wall and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers with fiery passion. She went rigid for a moment in surprise, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him slide his tongue into her mouth. His arms slid around her waist and he stroked her hair gently. She pulled away.

"What's the matter?" he said smoothly.

"I-I'm going on a date with Kyle. In f-five minutes," she stammered, looking at her feet.

He held her chin in his thumb and index finger, tilting her head up so their eyes met. "What's your point?" He raised one eyebrow.

She just looked at him like a deer in headlights. "Well, I- you..."

He chuckled. "I don't expect you to be a nun for me, Wendy. You're not my girlfriend and I'm not your boyfriend. You can go on dates with anyone you want, just like I can go on dates with whoever I want."

The idea of Kenny going out with any other girl irritated her. She knew it was stupid to think that he would be just with her, even if she wasn't just with him. She didn't respond.

"Unless, of course, you want me to be your boyfriend," he purred, sliding his hand down her dark hair. "But that would mean you would have to give up Stan, Kyle and Cartman. And I know you're not doing that."

Wendy looked up, her violet eyes confused. "How did you know about Cartman?"

Kenny just laughed. "Sweetheart, I know a lot more than people give me credit for. In fact, I can tell you who's gonna ask me out next and who's gonna ask you out next."

Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Really. Amaze me, then."

Kenny smiled. "Red's gonna ask me out. Not really "ask me out" but you know. She'll come over, see I'm with you, and chicken out."

"Who's gonna ask me out?" Wendy pressed, more interested in that.

Kenny frowned. "Butters, actually. Probably for ice-skating or to see a play or something..."

Wendy groaned. "Ice-skating? A play? Oh, God."

At that moment, Red came over, swishing her fiery red hair confidently. Her sparkling pale blue eyes glittered with determination.

"Maybe I was wrong," Kenny murmured to Wendy. "Maybe she actually will ask me out this time."

Red's eyes flickered to Wendy for half a second, but then she ignored the ebony-haired girl standing with Kenny. "Hi, Kenny," she purred softly. Earlier today, Red had heard about how Kyle and Wendy were going on a date. It enraged her that Wendy would go on a date with him, when she knew that Red had a huge crush on him. She wanted some revenger, and she knew what Kenny meant to Wendy.

Kenny grinned, looking Red up and down. "Hey, Red. What's up?" Wendy leaned on the wall next to Kenny, arms crossed, waiting.

Red didn't seem to notice her annoyed friend, though it was clear she was aware of Wendy's presence. "Oh, not much," she breathed, leaning toward Kenny. She twisted a lock of her hair around her finger and looked up at Kenny with her big blue eyes.

Wendy didn't like that at all. She glared at Red furiously and fiercely. She felt kind of awkward standing there, but until Red acknowledged her, she wasn't going anywhere.

Red decided that she probably should stop ignoring Wendy. "Oh, hey, Wendy. I'm sorry I just... didn't see you there," she smirked. She flicked her shiny hair back, with an obnoxious look of total satisfaction that made Wendy want to slap her.

Wendy smiled, but her eyes were shooting daggers at the redhead. "Hi Red." Her voice was dripping with annoyance.

Red didn't respond. Instead she shivered and looked at Kenny, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I'm cold."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," Kenny raised an eyebrow and pulled Red towards him. She put her arms around Kenny's neck and their lips crashed together.

Wendy left, shooting a harsh stare back at Red and Kenny. Red was glaring at Wendy, too, but she closed her eyes again and continued making out with Kenny.

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Kyle sat on a bench, waiting for Wendy to come. When she did, she looked pissed off. He frowned, confused. "Hey, Wendy. Is something wrong?"

She sighed and shook her head, forcing her anger away. If that's how Red wanted it, fine. Wendy knew Red's real crush anyway. She was sure she could get Red to see her with Kyle. "I'm fine, Kyle," she smiled and gave him a little peck on his lips.

He looked stunned for a moment and his already naturally pink cheeks went a deep shade of crimson. "S-so where do you want to go?"

Wendy slipped her hand into his and smiled sweetly. "How about we go to Harbucks and get some coffee or something?"

Kyle blinked. That was really public. All the students went there. He had thought she would want to go somewhere private, so Stan wouldn't see. Actually, that's what he wanted... If Stan caught him with Wendy, he would be so mad. "Uhh, sure."

She picked a seat by the window, which confused Kyle even more. Maybe she and Stan had a fight and she was using him to make Stan jealous. Kyle shook away the thought. If they had a fight, Stan would've told him. Besides, Wendy wouldn't use him, right?

Then Red came in. Kyle didn't see this, but Wendy shot her a defiant look. Red glowered at Wendy. Her fists were clenched tightly and her eyes were cold as ice.

Wendy just ignored her. She leaned over the small table and kissed Kyle on the lips. He froze, surprised, but then kissed her back, lips molding together almost perfectly. Rebecca stormed out of Harbucks, her heart beating hard in anger.