So this chapter turned out a lot longer than I had expected from my outline. I hope it's still good, though.
This first part takes place after school on Monday, we follow Bebe to the end of the day, then we rewind and follow Kenny. Then the story then continues on to Tuesday. Just thought I'd clear that up if it was confusing.
Enjoy : )
School ended just as it had started, loudly. The bell to end class rang and before it hit its second tone the halls filled with the student body of SPH. Bebe squeezed past many of her excited class mates to reach the door. She mumbled quiet 'excuse me's to no one in particular and pushed through the buzzing crowd in search of her best friend.
Making it half way to the opposite end of the hall where the door to Wendy's class was, she emerged from the thickest part of the crowd, by the stairs. Bebe stuck her tongue out, smelling the air. She distantly wished that at least half of that crowd of students would discover deodorant before Tuesday. Standing on her tippy-toes, Bebe began to search the crowds for Wendy.
She strode the last half of the hallway and pressed her back to the wall, quickly realizing that Wendy was no where to be found. 'Godamnit.' A look of pure annoyance spread across her face.
"Bebe!"
Bebe instantly looked in the direction she'd heard her name from. Spotting a very disheveled looking Wendy, she moved forward to pull her closest friend out of the pulsing crowd. "Hey! I'm still coming over today, right?"
Wendy nodded in affirmation. "Let's get out of here!"
Bebe laughed, taking a hold of Wendy's arm and ripping a hole right through the middle of the crowd. She trotted down the stairs full of students with ease. She didn't know what it was about Wendy, but when she was around, Bebe felt like she could move mountains. She waved to Token, who was currently sliding down the banister next to them. In what seemed like a long time, but what was really about three seconds, Bebe made it out of the school, Wendy in tow.
"Hey Bebe! Wendy!"
Both girls looked over to see Clyde walking up to them. Wendy smiled and waved, and Bebe gave him a kiss. "Jeez!" Bebe started fanning her face. "It's so hot in there! Would you carry my jacket for a while, Clyde?"
"Uh, sure, Babe," Bebe thanked him and handed him her coat. "So what are you guys doin' today?"
"We're goin' to my house," Wendy smiled.
"Sounds fun, want to borrow m-" Bebe interjected before he had a chance to finish.
"No, we don't want to borrow your video camera."
Wendy put a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling at her friend's ability to fail a joke so completely. They walked, joking and talking, until Clyde had to part with them, continuing further toward his house. Wendy and Bebe walked just one more block until they were standing on Wendy's front porch.
"Okay," Wendy was whispering. "We have to be super quiet, if my mom hears that I'm home, she'll tell me to do a bunch of chores. So especially when we go up the stairs, keep your voice down," Bebe nodded curtly.
Both girls went inside the house quickly, making sure the door didn't make any noise. They took off their shoes for less noise and carried them up the stares as fast as they could. Half way up the stairs, Wendy halted at the sound of her mother's voice. "Wendy? Is that you?" Wendy waited about three seconds before she continued up the stairs with lightning speed.
When Bebe and Wendy were securely behind the closed door of Wendy's room, they busted out in laughter. The girls grabbed pillows and lay on the ground, discussing things like school and boys for a while. Bebe was glad that she had a chance to spend some time with Wendy; it had been a while since either of them had made time for each other. Bebe liked hanging with Clyde and all, but sometimes a girl just needed some girl time. They had spent about an hour just talking and giggling when a short silence swept over them and Bebe suddenly spoke. "You should really join the cheerleading squad, Wendy."
"Oh, I don't know, it doesn't seem like something I'd enjoy doing."
"But we have an odd number of cheerleaders, if you joined we would have eight members," Bebe changed positions, lying on her side to face Wendy. "Plus, you're like totally pretty."
"But I already have so much to do. I have debate, leadership,-"
"Yeah I know, you don't have to," Bebe lay back down on her back and stared at the ceiling. "Boy, its kinda cold in here."
"Want me to turn the heat up?"
"No, I think Clyde has my jacket still. I should go get it from him 'cause I have to walk tomorrow."
"Why do yo-" An extremely loud voice was heard from the bottom of the stairs.
"Wendy, I know you're up there. It's time to do your chores, come down."
Wendy flinched at the word 'chores'. "Yeah okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Bebe."
Leaving Wendy's cold house into the colder South Park snow was, well, cold. Bebe thought about going home and grabbing a different jacket to walk all the way to Clyde's house with, but she really hated to be cold, and walking to her own house first would mean a longer time in the snow. So she walked the "agonizing" two blocks and thirteen steps to Clyde's house in only her T-shirt.
When she knocked on the door, Clyde's father answered telling her that Clyde was in his room, and she could just go up. She thanked him and set off up the stairs. Upon entering the room, Bebe discovered something she really didn't need to see, ever. She turned right around and left, leaving a shirtless Clyde trying to 'explain' behind her. Her first instinct was to run to Wendy's house, naturally, but Wendy was busy doing chores. So instead she ran home and cried. She was glad she hadn't gone to her own house first; she might have walked in on something much worse than just a shirtless make-out session. For a little more than a half an hour Bebe cried. About the time the clock struck 7, she realized that she absolutely hated lying here, being useless and crying. Instead, she would get up, get some paper, and think up a plan to get back at him.
After an entire hour of writing half-made ideas and then tossing them away, Bebe concluded that for the first time in her life she needed help from someone other than her mother. She quickly wrote some criteria down on a piece of paper. This person needed to hate Clyde, they couldn't be worried about whether people would hate them for this or not, and most importantly: they needed to be creative.
- - - - Monday, A few minutes after students are released from school.
"Alright, where're we headed?"
Kenny closed his eyes, feeling the wind brush past his nose sweetly. He took off his gloves, putting them in his pockets, and reached his hands out to feel the snow fall.
"Dude?"
Kenny stopped walking, his feet inside his big brown boots sinking into the powdery white blanket of snow. He removed his hood from around his face, his cheeks turning pink from the sudden burst of cold. He inhaled deeply, being oddly energized by the freezing air.
Craig looked up, his head at the same angle as Kenny's. He looked down again, curiously watching his friend stare up with closed eyes. He vacantly wondered what Kenny was thinking about, but he mostly just politely waited for his friend to come back.
"I don't know," Kenny slowly looked level once again, opening his eyes. "My house?"
Despite growing up around Eric Cartman, Kenny wasn't ashamed to bring Craig over. Even through all of the years of Cartman telling him he was trailer trash, how he would never step foot in his house as long as he lived, Kenny couldn't feel ashamed no matter how hard he tried. He was proud of where he lived- well, his room anyway. He was proud of the improvements he'd made to the small space since elementary school. One improvement, for example, was the almost empty bottle of odor eliminating Febreze that he kept under his bed for whenever he needed it. Another improvement were the random posters some of his other friends had lent him when they didn't want them anymore. He used them to cover up the many holes in his walls. One of Kenny's favorite parts about his room were the candles. Not because they were pretty and smelled nice, but because with his family as poor as they were, they couldn't keep paying the energy bill, so Kenny bought a bunch of random cheap candles to light it up. The fact that they were pretty and smelled nice was simply a bonus for when company was over.
Kenny didn't care one way or the other about impressing people, Craig knew that. But every time he went to Kenny's house, he was impressed non-the-less. He could tell that Kenny actually put an effort into keeping his room nice and he appreciated it. The reason that Craig liked to go to Kenny's house more than his own was very simple. One, Kenny's parents never bugged them. Two, they never had a curfew. And three, if Kenny went undetected by his dad, there would be alcohol. So anytime Kenny offered to have him over, it was an automatic yes.
They walked for what seemed like forever, and then walked some more. The 'bad' side of South Park was a shockingly long distance away from the good side. Kenny continued to keep his hood down and his gloves off while they walked, even despite the freshly falling snow and as a result, began to shiver.
"If you're cold then put your hood back on."
"I'm not cold."
Craig stopped and looked Kenny in the face. "Yes. You are. You're shivering," Kenny smiled at him.
"I'm not cold, though," Suddenly a large clump of snow landed itself on top of Kenny's head.
Craig chuckled loudly and asked if Kenny was cold yet. "Douche!" Kenny grabbed as much snow as he could, and flung it in Craig's face.
Craig angled his face in mock surprise, dashing a few feet away from Kenny and picking up more snow. He fired three snow balls, one missing, one grazing Kenny's arm, and one hitting the middle of Kenny's neck spot-on.
Kenny loved the snow, don't get him wrong, but having it drip into his coat and down his chest was just unpleasant. He grinned evilly at a laughing Craig, grabbing a handful of snow and chucking it at him. Craig dodged it with ease, earning him several more throws to the face. He ducked, causing all of the snow balls thrown at him to miss.
The boys ran off of the side walk and into an area where they both hid behind trees. Several seconds passed by with no movement. Then finally, Craig stepped out from behind his tree, a snow ball in each hand. Before he had time to realize what was happening, Kenny tackled him to the ground, pinning him down and covering his face with snow.
Craig angrily wiped the snow off his face, pushing Kenny off of him and onto the ground. Kenny hit the ground laughing. He rolled a bit, and held his sides at his friend's reaction. Craig flipped him off.
- - - - Tuesday at the start of the last class of the day.
Bebe looked around the class room, thinking rapidly of who might be able to help her. She looked at Pip, then decided against it. She looked around once again and spotted Kyle. Well, he was in art this semester, but he didn't hate Clyde. She looked around a few more times, eliminating pretty much everyone in the class until something caught her eye. Back in the corner of the class room sat a boy with red and black hair, dark clothes, and a spiral she guessed he was supposed to be using for notes covered in the most elaborate shaded pencil drawing she'd ever seen.
'He's creative,' She thought. 'He also wouldn't care if everybody hates him for it,' She thought for a while, deciding he probably hated Clyde as well.
The bell signaled the release of class, and the end of school for the day. Bebe quickly jammed all of her things into her back pack like the rest of the kids, hurrying to say good bye to her friends so she could catch up to that emo kid. She looked out into the hallway, searching for him before she ran into the mob. She was a bit disappointed when she didn't see him, she'd probably missed him, and now she was going to have to wait through another day of school.
"Ahem," A voice behind her made her jump and look behind her. Dylan stood there looking at her for a second. He made an expression with his hand, but she didn't get what he was trying to say, her brain wasn't working.
"W-what?" She frantically tried to make her brain work again.
"Move."
"Oh!" She was about to move when she remembered her predicament with Clyde. "Wait!"
Dylan looked at her blankly, waiting for her to continue.
"I-I-" She cleared her throat. "I have a proposition for you."
Dylan sighed, setting his back pack on a seat behind him and crossing his arms in front of his chest. He didn't like talking to her. He leaned against the desk casually. "What's that?"
"Well my boy- my X-boyfriend cheated on me and I want to get back at him."
"Okay, good luck." Dylan started to pick up his back pack.
"No, wait! I need your help!" He glanced back at her and sighed, looking irritated.
"Why."
"I can't come up with a good plan on my own, believe me, I've tried," He still didn't look interested so she continued. "I'm not creative enough, but I can tell from your drawings that you are," He glared at her. "Please!"
"Why should I help you, you don't even know my name."
Bebe had to admit he had a point. "Okay, nice to meet you, I'm Bebe Stevens," She held out her hand to shake, but he picked up his back pack and started to leave. "You'll get to publicly humiliate Clyde Donovan!" He stopped and turned around.
"I can do that any day."
"Yeah, but now you can do it for me! Please! I can't do it by myself…"
Dylan thought of all of the reasons not to do this. 1, Helping Bebe Stevens. 2, He'd probably be hated even more by everyone because of it. 3, He would have to spend time with Bebe Stevens. 4, …Helping Bebe Stevens. He then thought of all of the reasons why he should. 1, Bebe Stevens would owe him one. 2, Less people would call him 'emo kid' or 'red goth'. 3, He could have a reason for publicly humiliating Clyde Donovan. 4, Bebe Stevens would fricken OWE HIM ONE.
Against his better judgment, Dylan agreed.
"Yes!" Bebe jumped in the air. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
"Yeah, so what do I have to do?"
"Um, well, if you could help me come up with a plan," Dylan started walking away. "Hey, wait!"
"Yeah, yeah, I've got it covered," He started walking down the stairs, Bebe rushing after him and standing at the top of the stairs. "Come up with a plan to humiliate Clyde…" He continued down the stairs, reaching the first floor and yelled. "You owe me one!" He then headed toward the doors out. He started walking down the street, putting his head phones on and continuing on his route home.
Bebe smiled to herself. 'Fuck, yes.'
- - - - Tuesday, about 7:30pm.
Kenny took an inhale of nicotine and looked at Craig. "So you need somewhere to crash Friday?"
Craig looked up at Kenny suddenly. He'd been drifting off in thought when suddenly Kenny had spoken. "What do you mean?" Craig shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Well, because the party's goina be fuckin' sweet and I know you can't really go home smellin' like booze."
"Yeah, well…"
"You could crash at my place, Dude."
Craig didn't have to think about it for long. "Sounds good to me."
- - - - Tuesday, about 10:00pm.
Dylan lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. When he'd first heard Bebe's deal, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't know if he'd actually wanted to do this or not, it was more kind of an in the moment decision. Now that he had time to think about it, he realized that during their conversation Bebe had called him creative. Given, she hadn't really called him creative, she'd called Red Goth creative, but never the less he would prove her right! She was a stupid blonde bitch, but she was also going to be a correct stupid blonde bitch.
Dylan jumped up from his bed and sat down at his desk. Papers and plans flew from the desk all night, the not-quite-perfect creations that would bring Clyde Donovan down in front of the entire student body. Dylan threw away idea after idea until finally at precisely 1:36am he had the perfect plan.
