A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short! The next one will be longer, I promise.

I shuffle up the steps, my pink high tops scraping against the rough asphalt. I'm dreading the walk down the long hallway and to my locker. I try to take as long as possible, but Stan spots me and starts heading towards me.

Damn.

I run in the opposite direction, towards the girl's bathrooms. At least that's one place where Stan can't follow me into. Then again, knowing him, he'd probably try to.

Oh God, I sink down to the tile floor, my face buried in my hands. I know that if I see him in person, I'd spill my secret, right in front of the entire school.

It's those damn eyes of his, those puppy dog, baby blue eyes. The second bell rings and I stand up, examining my face in the mirror. Same straight black hair. Same cerulean blue eyes, a shade deeper than Stan's. They are puffy and red from crying, and black streaks of mascara are running down my cheeks. I fish out my makeup bag to do a quick repair job, and then sneak into homeroom.

"Wendy Testaburger!" Mrs. Garrison's voice makes me jump.

"Why are you late to homeroom?"

"I..uh..um…had cramps. Yeah, I had really bad cramps."

"A likely story. Detention. Today, after school. I expect to see you there, Wendy."

I nod and sit down. I spend the rest of the day avoiding Stan, and skipping lunch. He finally corners me by my locker.

"Wendy, what the hell's wrong with you? You've been avoiding me all day."

I swallow hard, unable to answer.

He continues, "Look, I'm sorry if I did anything to piss you off."

I feel guiltier by the second and I can't meet his eyes.

Finally I'm able to choke out a response, "Starks's Pond. Meet me there after detention."

He nods, and I resist the urge to collapse into his arms. Instead, I turn and head into detention, tears brimming in the corners of my eyes.