A/N- South Park and it's characters are the property of Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I am not making any profit out of this. Heaps of thanks to the guys that reviewed the last chapter you make this so much more fun :)

Chapter Two

The class around them dissolved into discussion whilst Bebe and Evan sat in silence. Bebe was quickly frustrated silence was not something that she was accustomed to.

"Well! Are we going to start this goddamn thing or not?" she snapped. Evan stretched out in his chair turning to look at her for just the second time today.

"You are no use to me," he said dramatically.

Almost unwittingly Bebe felt hurt, she liked being liked and wasn't ready to give up. "I don't know about that, you could totally borrow my eyeliner, it never smudges whilst yours seems to run every time you blink."

Evan sighed. "Thank you for that Britney."

Bebe snorted. "You really need to keep with the times, it's more Lady Gaga or Katy Perry now" she tried to smile but Evan was not responding. What was his problem?

"Whatever they're all mass produced Barbie dolls with slightly different personalities designed to rape a different part of the public's wallet".

Bebe stared. "Dude, do you write this stuff down, or do you actually think like that?"

"Don't worry, I don't expect you to understand, the corporate mass media have you totally under control".

Bebe frowned. "What part of that shouldn't I worry about?"

"Have you two picked a topic yet?" Mr. Betterfield said keeping a close on the pair of them.

"Ah still deciding" Bebe said shooting Evan a dirty look. She wasn't used to being the motivator with assignments normally Wendy did all the work. The girl was a control freak and wouldn't let Bebe even look at the topics let alone pick one.

"How about number four?" she finally suggested and Evan shrugged.

"I haven't even read the book" he said.

Bebe was fuming. "Well then fucking read the book and then you can help me with this."

The bell rang just as she was about to lay into him. "See you later," he slunk out in that weird hunch of his.

Bebe waited until she was outside the class to let out a large groan. A large group of girls immediately rushed after her to ask her what was wrong. Over the years as Bebe's popularity grew she was followed around by more and more people desperate to be her friend. Whilst Bebe appreciated that there was always someone around for her to complain to sometimes she wished that she could just disappear on her own.

"You're not really going to do that assignment with him are you? He's so gross".

"I don't have a choice," Bebe said letting out a dramatic sigh. "We're assigned together".

"Oh no!" The girls gasped.

"I'll swap with you Bebe," Kenny McCormick said appearing from the class room to smile at her. The girls around Bebe stepped back as Kenny moved in in his typical flirtatious fashion.

"Sure Kenny, but would you do any of the work?" Bebe said looking at him disdainfully. He didn't seem to notice of if he did he didn't care. He simply walked up to her and grinned.

"I'd make it up in other ways," Kenny said taking hold of Bebe as if they were about to begin a ballroom dance and dipping her backwards in his wiry arms. "It would be totally worth your while."

Bebe sighed, delicately slipping out of his grasp. She was used to the attention and Kenny's playfulness didn't phase her but she was getting hungry.

"Aw hell Bebe, you know, I'd do all the work for you, i-if you wanted," Bebe turned around and saw that Butters was there beside her nervously rubbing his thumbs together. "You just say the word!"

"Um thanks Butters, it's okay," Bebe said dismissing the blond with a quick glance. "I'm going to go get lunch."

Bebe found Wendy at the cafeteria at the normal table with textbooks spread around her. She had no idea how her best friend had got there and had set up so fast. Stan was sitting beside her desperately trying to engage her in some sort of conversation but the dark haired girl wasn't paying him much attention.

Bebe narrowed her eyes before walking over, her entourage had more of less dispersed now and she was glad. She wanted to talk to Wendy on her own, now all she had to do was get rid of Stan. That wouldn't be too hard.

She marched right up to the table. "Oh my god Wendy, do you have any painkillers? My period is so freaking heavy today."

Stan's face immediately turned an amusing shade of purple and he got up. "Gross Bebe, you could just ask me to leave you know".

"See ya Stan," Bebe smiled before plonking herself down in the spot that Stan had just vacated. Wendy looked up at her friend with a raised eyebrow.

"So thanks for leaving me to work with a guy who hasn't washed for an entire year," Bebe said once Stan was left. Wendy sighed.

"Bebe, it's just a class project, it won't be that bad". Wendy said flicking her eyes back over to her textbook. "Don't be so dramatic, you've got two whole weeks to work on this assignment."

"I'm not being dramatic, he's just weird that's all". Bebe said flicking her hair across her face. "He-"

Bebe was interrupted by a sharp nudge from her best friend. The pair looked up to see that Evan had just entered the cafeteria. A dark menacing aura seemed to surround him, people backed away from him suddenly dividing themselves into groups so that they could avoid eye contact.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Bebe asked. The goth kid never sat in the cafeteria to eat, Bebe doubted that he even ate at all sometimes. Besides he couldn't smoke there, why was he suddenly eating here?

Wendy shrugged. "I don't know why you're so bothered, I think he's actually kind of sexy, in a strange way."

Bebe wrinkled her nose up in disgust. "Weds, no offense but you have a fucking weird taste in men."

Wendy frowned at her friend. "What makes you say that? Stan is gorgeous!"

"Well yeah, in that generic everyman way" Bebe had to admit. "But I mean other guys that you say you like, you even told me you liked Cartman once remember."

Wendy slammed her book shut the frown growing. "Bebe that was in the fourth grade!"

"So!" Bebe folded her arms a triumphant look on her face. Her best friend was so much fun to tease. "You still used to like him, and now it's this gross Goth Boy!"

Wendy nudged her friend sharply again. "Can you keep your voice down please?"

Bebe was about to question her best friend when she realized that a dark pair of eyes were watching them across the room. Bebe blushed wondering whether he had heard her. God knows it was going to be enough trouble to work with him without him hearing her admit how gross she found him.

When his eyes shifted off in her direction Bebe smiled at him and waved openly acknowledging his eye contact. Evan sighed and carried his lunch off. Bebe watched him slink away like some strange creature.

"Are you done being mad at me for no reason?" Wendy asked her attention back on her homework. Bebe barely heard her. She was perplexed by this new situation. For as long as she could remember she didn't have any problem getting guys to like her. Hell guys liked her before she even opened her mouth and sometimes even after that. Well, Kyle might be a little shy around her and Cartman outright hated her but Cartman hated everyone and Bebe was sure that she could change that if she wanted. But this Goth Boy he really seemed to hate her. For what reason Bebe couldn't figure out.

"Maybe he just needs a friend." She murmured and Wendy looked up from her study.

"Leave it Bee, you can't make friends with everyone," she said.

Bebe glared at her best friend until the rest of their friendship group gathered around them claiming their favourite seats.

"Oh my god stay away from Cartman you guys," Sally said sliding into her seat. "He's up to something weird."

"Like that's news," Wendy said grudgingly putting her books away, with the whole crowd sitting there she knew she wasn't going to get any study done.

"No seriously, he's collecting organs to carry out unfinished experiments that Josef Mengele never got to carry out," Tammy added. "Just don't fall asleep anywhere near him okay."

Wendy sighed. "I wish I could be surprised by this, but I'm just not."

"Yeah at least you weren't paired up with him for a class project Bebe," Sally laughed. "You'd probably end up being the project."

A/N Thanks for reading!