A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistakes in the last chapter.

Chapter Two

It had begun to feel like a weight had left Wendy's shoulders, she wasn't feeling anxious about her college choices, she had settled down. All her worries about community college had literally burnt and sizzled away – she wasn't moping anymore, she was focused to the future and was determined to have a good time.

Wendy pulled her lesson schedule out of her back pocket and peered down. She looked over at Bebe who was also holding hers out; Wendy looked down to see what lesson her friend was going to be in next.
"Oh Bebe look, we have English together!" Wendy's ecstatic grin strengthening.
Bebe smiled but kept her eyes on her schedule.
"Where's room forty-three?" Bebe looked up at Wendy, confused.

"I'm not sure, hunny," Wendy replied, her eyes scanning the corridor for help.

At the end of the what felt like a never-ending-corridor, Bebe pushed the double doors open and stared around the corner – all she could see was a group of teachers, standing at side of the corridor, coffee in hand.

Bebe slapped Wendy on the arm lightly. "Go and ask them."

"No way, you wanted to know where it is," Wendy whispered.

"You're in that room too, Go and ask…" Bebe chuckled.
"Um… Excuse me. Are you two girls pretending to be statues, or are you looking for me or Miss?" came a voice.

Bebe frowned – she then looked down at her and Wendy, they were both still peering around the corner like a cheesy crime drama. The girls stood in their normal stance.

Wendy looked down smiling at the tiny teacher. "Sorry, we're just a bit lost."

"Yeah, d'you think you could help us?" Bebe smiled.

"Where is room forty-three?" Wendy asked.

"Just down that corridor to your right girls, carry on going down and you'll find it," croaked the old, dusty lady.

"Thanks." Bebe said, politely.

The two of them scanned the halls for room forty-three, making sure both of them stared at every room number – finally, descending from door fifty they reached forty-three.

The girls made their way in, spotting a few students already sat down. Bebe pulled Wendy pulled Wendy to the middle of the room and sat at the desk next to the window.

Wendy looked around at the other students in the class as she did, Annie walked in, and she saw Wendy and Bebe and smiled, sitting down at the table behind the girls.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, so the girls decided to chat for a while. But their conversation was soon interrupted by a certain "fatass" sliding in the empty seat next to Annie, (the desks fit two people).

Then, Bebe and Annie stared at him with confusion, Wendy glared at him annoyed.

"What the hell do you want Cartman?" Wendy frowned, speaking hurriedly.

Cartman smiled, leaning back in his chair.

"I just wanted to get a better view of my earlier masterpiece; I don't know why you covered it up though – I thought it was a big turn on."

Wendy scowled at Cartman giving him a cold look; she then turned around and looked over to the teacher who had just entered the room.

"Hello class, make sure you've picked a good place to sit, because this is to be your seats for the rest of the year," their teacher was old and ugly – "my name is Mrs. Grey"

Wendy sighed quietly, Bebe turned around giving Cartman an annoyed look. Annie sat, sliding down into her seat folding her arms with a face of anger.

Cartman's psychotic smile grew.

Wendy and the girls managed to ignore Cartman for the rest of the lesson. He stayed pretty quiet through the hour.

"Okay class, in tomorrow's lesson we'll carry on studying Emily Dickinson's poem."

Wendy stood up, pocketing her new book into her bag and walked over to Bebe and Annie.

"So girls, where are you next?"

"Me and Annie are both in food tech."

"Oh, I'm in Economics. Well I'll see you girls at lunch then? Bye!"

"Bye." Bebe and Annie waved.

As the three girls made it to the door, Bebe and Annie set off left out of the room as Wendy went right.

Time had literally frozen for Wendy, the day was going so slow and she wasn't enjoying one minute of it – as she made her way down the desolate halls, she couldn't help but feel someone walking very close behind her.

Snapping around, she was touching a nose – Cartman's.

"Argh, shit!" Wendy shouted, hurdling backward into a row of lockers, her bag's contents spilling out all over the floor.

"Language!" called a deep voice from down the hall.

"Can't you just leave me alone Cartman?" Wendy whispered, snatching her bag and its contents from the floor.

Cartman rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to Economics too you ho, God-damn it's not all about you."

Wendy felt her face heat up. She stuffed the rest of her belongings into her bag and scuttled down the hall – Cartman chuckled behind her.

"Whatever, just don't –"

"Don't what?" Cartman said.

"You're standing too close."

Cartman stepped in front of her – "thank you!"

Wendy turned carried on walking, biting her lip, cringing slightly. After three more hours of lessons, it was finally lunch. Wendy smiled as the bell rang; she made her way to the cafeteria.

She grabbed her lunch and found her friends sitting down at a table, and walked over to them smiling.

"Hey girls, how were your lessons?" Wendy said, sitting down next to Red.

Heidi looked over to Wendy.

"Oh my god, you should have been in my lesson just then."

"Why?"

"My English teacher, Mr. Palmer was absolutely hilarious. He was walking around like he was drunk and his lazy eye kept drooping to one side, I don't think I actually learnt anything 'cause I was laughing too much."

Heidi covered her mouth trying to stop her laughter.

"Hey gorgeous," called a deepening voice.

Bebe looked up smiling – it was Grayson.

"Heard you have a birthday party coming up in two weeks, did I get an invite?" He said with a wink.

Bebe pulled her bag from under to the table, opened it and got out a piece of paper. She took out a pen and wrote her address, time and date down, and passed it to Grayson.

"There you go Gray."

"Wanna go hang out Bebe? The guys are all at practice, it will just be us." Grayson smiled, leaning onto the lunch table.

Bebe smiled and stood up.

"Yeah, let's go!" She squeaked. "See you later girls." She waved to her girls and grabbed hold of the Grayson's hand.

Wendy watched Bebe and Grayson leave, her attention was quickly drawn to an area of pupils shouting and screaming.

She noticed the crowd of students parting as Scooter – on his scooter – came flying out of the crowd, with Evelyn, her head in her hands, trailing after Scooter.

Scooter hopped of his vehicle and leant onto the table kicking one of his legs up.

"Oh my gooseberries, did you hear about Rachael Church? She got a tit job last week, she's such a slag!"

Wendy laughed.

"Yeah, I heard about that. Erm… Scooter? Are you allowed to bring that in here?"

Wendy looked past Scooter at the shiny green, two wheeled object.

Scooter smiled, looking around and leaned in closer to the girls.

"Not really, Mrs. Coppersmith was chasing me around the corridors, I only just escaped her."

Wendy and the girls giggled.

"And Evelyn followed you in the entire time?" Wendy asked.

"Yeah, she's really peed at me now."

Wendy looked over at Evelyn who had her arms crossed, she had a sour look on her face.

"Scootz, it's not even been one day here and you've managed to embarrass both of us." Evelyn stepped next to Scooter, nudging his side with her elbow jokily.

Scooter turned to Evelyn, putting his arm around her and squeezing her.

"Oh Eve! Let that hair down and those jigglers out!"

Wendy blinked twice. Evelyn rolled her eyes, smiling.

Their fun was interrupted by a large boy stepping in – Cartman

Cartman eyes examined Evelyn.

"Eve, Stan and Kyle, wanna talk to you." Cartman looked down at the floor with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh? Why did they get you to come here?" Evelyn cocked her head to the side, frowning.

Cartman's head shot up and he frowned, towering over her.

"I don't fucking know! Just go."

"Fine!"

Evelyn stomped off towards Stan and Kyle, who were sat a table with Kenny, Clyde, Token and Jimmy.

"What is it?" Evelyn said, pleasantly.

"Excuse me?" Stan whispered, scoffing the last of his hamburger, and swallowing it whole.

"Cartman said you wanted me?" Evelyn smiled, taking a seat at the end of the table.

"Oh, baby I do –" Kenny grinned.

"Seriously," Evelyn nodded at Stan.

"We didn't wonna talk to you…" Kyle said.

"Oh…" Evelyn frowned. "Weird… So hey, what've you guys got next?"

"Hey Scooter!" yelled Poppy Salmon, as she made her way over to Scooter and Wendy – Poppy was a fat bitch, with a budding moustache, a triangular figure and triangular breasts. "What the fuck you looking at?"

"Not too sure, still figuring that one out – but, it's gawping back though!" Scooter chuckled.

"Oooh, that's a nice bowtie. D'you think you could tell me where the fuck you got it from?"

"I got it for free in a Vogue magazine," Scooter grinned.

"Oh, I bet you did – anything pink for a fucking pansy like you," Poppy sniggered. "I don't know why the fuck boys get turned on when they look at you."

"Hey, don't be nasty, you bitch!" Wendy called, standing in front of Scooter.

Scooter tapped Wendy on the shoulder, "oh, no. It's alright…" Scooter grinned, pushing past Wendy and staring Poppy in the eyes. "You know what turns me on? I'm not really into the shemales, better start plucking that moustache."

Scooter chuckled to himself, linking Heidi and Red, the three of them strutting off.

"You didn't have to be so mean," Wendy said, aiming a dagger-like stare at Poppy, who began to advance on her.

"Shut your cake hole, you fugly bitch!" She sniggered, "oh hi Cartman, still on a full fat diet are we?"

Cartman snickered, "fuck off, you fat ho. Leave her alone!"

"Whatever, you fat fuck." Poppy turned, walked off, her group of friends sniggering in the background.

Wendy just rolled her eyes – she's fought bigger and scarier people in her time, and wasn't afraid of that – man!

"Thanks… But I didn't really need your help, I can handle myself," Wendy said, trying not sound too nice.

"No you can't." He retorted, "if I hadn't have stepped in, she would have fucked your fucking face up even more."

"Excuse me?" Wendy's eyebrows rose.

Cartman sniggered, making his way back over to Kyle and Stan.

"Yes, like that…" Bebe groaned.

A cramped closet, with little light, began to shudder – Bebe's eyes circled the room, she had her hands in Grayson's hair, and the two of them were locked at the lips.

He had her pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist – kissing.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Bebe paused – taking hold of the side of the closet, she slid from Grayson's grip, the door jolted with every knock until –

"Bebe it's me!" a girly voice shouted.

"Kinda busy!" Bebe yelled back, flinging the door open. "Yes?"

There stood a strawberry blonde haired female with large round spectacles, and slightly overweight – Millie.

"Oh, hi Grayson…" Millie awkwardly waved.

"Hello…"

"You kinda – your – erm… Pants?"

"Oh god!" Bebe yelled, standing in front of a half-naked Grayson. "What is it… Sorry, I forgot your name."

"Millie. I'm just here to ask you about the cafeteria, do you think the food is healthy, not health –" she was instantly cut off by the slamming of the door in her face.

Bebe grinned at Grayson, "so, where were we?"

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"What?" Bebe opened the door, Millie had gone – nobody was standing there. "Fuckers…"

Over the corridor stood Wendy, tears welling in her swollen eyes – she was staring out of the window. Worried about her sudden change to college – and how nasty Poppy had been, she couldn't contain it any longer.

"Wen!" yelled Bebe, making her way over to Wendy, and taking her in her arms. "What's happened, are you okay? – what's –?"

"P-Poppy S –" Wendy fell into a sobbing mess.

"Poppy Salmon?" Bebe groaned. "Right!"

At a quick pace, Bebe made her way speedily down the hallway – her heels the only sound that could be heard – that and her short, sharp breaths. She turned the corridor, heading for the cafeteria.

Sitting across the other side of the cafeteria was Poppy, failing to flirt with a dark haired boy.

"Oi!" Bebe screeched, storming over to Poppy.

"Oh look, it's Betty Boop!"

"What did you call me?" Bebe's face suddenly curled into a blood-boiling stare.

"What do you want, you dirty ho?"

"What the fuck did you say to my friend?" Bebe slammed her hand down hard on the table, the flirting boy made his way out – quickly.

"I told her the truth. That she's a fugly looking bitch!" Poppy grinned.

By this point, an angry mob of shouting pupils had circled the two girls.

"Now unless you want my fist in your face, you're gonna go over there and apologize, right now!" Bebe sneered.

"Make me!"

"Don't force me, you fucking ho!"

"Sorry, did I not make myself clear enough?" Bebe forced her head forward, and after a bone-snapping pop – she head butted Poppy in the face.

"Argggh, no!" Poppy clutched her nose in agony, turned away, and made her way through the yelling students.

Poppy grabbed Bebe's shirt yanking the blonde towards her and held her arm up to punch Bebe.

"Oh, no you don't!" Bebe rapidly snatched Poppy by the hair, dragging her across the room and threw her to the floor. "Go and apologize!"

"You're fucking crazy!" yelped Poppy.

"Right…" Bebe stormed off.

Poppy let out a deep breath and grinned at her work, which soon dissipated as Bebe stormed back onto the scene, holding a fire extinguisher.

As if in slow motion – thick, creamy foam spurted in one direction at Poppy, covering her in a blanket of white. "Talk to her like that again, and I'll kill you!"

Poppy sat in a pool of white foam with a shocked expression as she watched Bebe strut off, pulling Wendy away with her.

Wendy's last lesson flew by, she had Biology. She sat with Red and they only had to listen and write down notes. This helped as Wendy was a bit stunned after seeing Bebe's – Display – at lunch.

The last lesson of the day ended, Red shoved her book into her bag and then turned to Wendy.

"Wen, want a lift home?" Red said smiling at Wendy.

"No that's okay Red; Bebe's giving me a ride." Wendy and Red walked out the door together and down the corridor.

Wendy walked to the exit of the building with Red, Wendy then spotted Bebe waiting next to her shiny car – A red BMW.

Bebe spotted Wendy in the corner of her eye, she turned to her and waved and Wendy waved back smiling. Wendy's raven hair swung side-to-side as she quickened her pace walking over to Bebe.

"Waiting for anyone else?" Wendy asked looking around.

"Nope! Just us, let's go." Bebe opened the passenger door to let Wendy in and then proceeded to walk over to the driver's door.

Wendy slid into the seat and placed her bag in the back seat.

Bebe turned on the radio and pulled up out of the car park.

"So what are you planning on wearing to my party?" Questioned Bebe.

"Oh, I've not really thought about that yet."

Bebe screeched the car to a stop – Luckily there was no cars close.

"You've not got a dress for my party?" Bebe turned to Wendy with a terrified expression.

"Uh… no."

With that word Bebe turned the car around.

"Where are we going?" Asked Wendy.

"To the mall of course Wen." Bebe said smiling.

Wendy chuckled rolling her eyes.

The girls had soon arrived at the mall, Bebe stopped the car with a small screech and hopped out of the vehicle. Bebe then grabbed onto Wendy's hand and rushed to the entrance of the building.

When they got inside Bebe stopped, looking down at the floor in thought.

"Maybe we should to t-" Wendy's speech was cut off.

"I know exactly where to go." Bebe pulled Wendy down the mall and pulled her into a shop close-by.

Wendy and Bebe went into the women's section and began to look around. Bebe then turned to her friend, looking at her.

"Wen, let me get a good look at you. I need to think what will look good. How about something black?" Asked Bebe searching through dresses.

"Erm, yeah I guess black would look nice on me." She said smiling.

After ten minutes of trying on dresses Wendy tried on the perfect dress. When Bebe saw her she squealed with excitement.

Wendy looked in the mirror with her head cocked and her hands on her hips. The dress was a black cocktail with a strappy back, the bottom of the dress stopped just above her knees. Wendy was kind of embarrassed – She'd never worn anything so revealing.

"Definitely this! And I know just the right shoes for you to wear with it, I've got them at home."

The girls paid for the dress and left the shop.

"I can't wait this long for my party now!" Squealed Bebe "Two weeks is too long."

Wendy smiled as she opened the door to the car and got out. She crossed the street and onto her drive, she waved to Bebe and walked into her house.

When Wendy entered she saw her mum in the living room watching television, her mother heard the door close and turned around sharply.

"Wendy! How was college?"

"It was great mum but can we talk later, I have some homework to do."

"But it's your first day?"

"Yeah, but it's just writing down some notes that we didn't get done in the lesson."

Wendy began to walk up the stairs.

"Okay hunny."

Wendy jumped onto her bed and grabbed her Maths book from her bag, she quickly wrote down the few last notes she has missed and was done.

She walked across the room towards her laptop. She sat down at her desk and opened up the blue device, she checked her e-mail and then moved onto Facebook. She had some notifications but when she thought she was done a private message popped up on her screen. She clicked it – CARTMAN?

She raised an eyebrow and began to read the message he had sent her:

'Nice dress Wendy, you'll look super sexy at Bebe's party ;)'

Wendy felt her stomach tighten.

He was at the mall? Watching me?

She frowned as she slammed down the laptop lid, she flopped down onto her bed shoving her face into the pillow.

A/N Sorry there was so much crammed in this chapter, I just wanted to get a lot of things out of the way so I could get to the better stuff.