"Hi, Wendy." Bebe said when I got off the bus the next morning.
"Bebe." I said, waving absently. She jogged up to join me.
"Sorry about yesterday. I was going to tell Kenny he hadn't shut the door, but... Oh my God." She bit her lip and gave me a knowing look.
"Yeah. It's fine." I said dully.
"It was great, you know? Like when you do something, and you think you're never going to be able to do it again so you try to make it last as long as possible, but then you end up getting to do it again!"
She clung onto my arm and shook me enthusiastically as she spoke.
"Yeah, I got it, Bebe."
I shook her off and sped up. She didn't follow me. Bebe was the only one who wasn't afraid to tell everybody she had been with Kenny. Everyone else I'd run into begged me not to tell anybody, but Bebe would climb the Empire State Building with a megaphone and scream it for everyone to hear if she had the opportunity. That's why I don't like talking to her all that much anymore. She always finds a way to bring up all her one night stands.
I tried to make my way to the door so I could wait for the bell, but I was intercepted by Craig Tucker and his asshole friends.
"Hey, Wendy. We heard you walked in on Kenny with Bebe again. Is it true?" Clyde asked eagerly.
"It always is." I said.
"Well, what happened?" Craig asked in his usual monotone, shoving Tweek off his arm.
"The usual. They broke it off."
Token snorted.
"You're such a cockblock, Wendy." He said.
I smiled faintly. It never fails to amaze me how just pleasantly and casually nice Token can be even when he hangs out with assholes. But I guess I shouldn't say anything, I hang out with those guys almost as much as he does.
The guys all laughed and departed, but Craig strayed by me.
"It pissed you off." He said.
"What?"
"Kenny and Bebe. It pissed you off to see them again."
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Craig knows how I feel about Kenny. He knows that I don't lust after Kenny. He knows that I don't want a one night stand with Kenny. He knows that I am completely in love with Kenny. Yeah, the guy may not have emotions himself, but he can read them like an opened book. When Stan came out, Craig came to me and said he was sorry. When I asked him why, he explained he'd seen this shit coming from a mile away. I wish he would've told me, but nobody knows how Craig's mind works.
"Why are you so good at reading my mind?" I asked.
Craig shrugged. The bell rang and the two of us walked down the halls in silence.
It's never very much fun to be in a bad mood at school, especially not in this town. I openly refused to speak to anyone for the entire day, excluding lunchtime when Kenny asked me what the plan was.
"I'm going to teach you how to fall in love, of course." I said, as if it was entirely too obvious.
"Well duh, Wendy." Kenny snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll find a way. Indirect steps are all I've got right now."
"Are you okay?" I nodded slowly. "You're not. Bad day?" I nodded again. "Wanna talk about it?" I shook my head. "Do you want to cut the day short or something?"
"I'm not sick, Kenneth."
"Of course you're not sick, Wendy. I mean cut school."
That actually sounded like a really great idea, but if my father found out he would bury me alive, dance on my grave while pouring gasoline all over it, then set it on fire. I'd never cut school before, though, and everyone I know had done it at least once, never getting caught. The school never does anything.
"...Sure." I said slowly.
Kenny smiled and took my hand. We got up and ran out to the back of the school. We kept running until we were a safe distance down the back path away from the school and skidded to a stop, laughing. Our hands were still entwined. I didn't ever want him to let go.