A/N: I would just like to make it clear that I don't hate Wendy. :)

Chapter 4

A Reason for Goodbye

Stan

So it's true after all.

This whole time I've been trying so hard for him and all he did was see me as a fucking idiot. He had been looking down on me while I was trying so hard to show him that I'm just as capable as he is in getting into university. I never should have gone to him for help. I never should have put myself through all that hell to impress him. I never should have thought that there would have been something between us that was more than super best friends. And I never should have fucking fallen for him. I can't believe I let myself be blinded by such a stupid fantasy of him and I being together. I had thought that if I can be as good as him in everything I would be ready to start a 'real' relationship with him. Not like the one that I have with Wendy right now where it's just based on guilt on my part. Guilt from her doing more for me than I ever did for her. How can I possibly hope to be with Kyle when I can't even bring myself to tell Wendy that all the time we've been together I wanted Kyle to comfort me instead of her. But here I am sitting here crying my eyes out with Wendy comforting me and talking to me like I'm some little kid.

"Stan, please what happened?" she begs me to tell her as she rubs my back soothingly like she always does when I'm upset about Kyle.

"T-that's it...we're leaving tomorrow, Wendy." I say in between sniffs. This is just all I can take. I can't bear to be around Kyle anymore. I always had a feeling that he's been looking down on me but when he outright said it tonight it hit me hard that I've been denying reality all this time.

Wendy hesitates and brings my head to rest on her shoulder. "Don't you want to have a few days to say your goodbyes to the guys?"

"No! Screw them." I bury my head in her neck and sniff.

She continues to coax me by whispering that everything will be alright and that I shouldn't let these small things get to me. Small things? She clearly doesn't see how important Kyle is to me. She's too caught up in her own selfish fantasy of her being the only thing that matters to me to understand how I really feel about Kyle. Then again, if she knew she wouldn't be sitting here comforting me.

As we sit silently in the hall, I can faintly make out mine and Kyle's favourite song being played where all the students are. The song's chorus pulls at my chest after making me remember why we both decided on that being 'our' song in the first place. I remember that we decided how the song represented our friendship even though it meant more to me than it did for him.

"Hey Stan, you're my wonderwall."

I stare at him in disbelief as I look up at him."Dude, doesn't that sounds a little gay?"I blush out of slight embarrassment and the fact that Kyle is oblivious to the undertone of his statement.

"I don't think so. We're always there for each and stuff so I think this is 'our' song!" he plays around with his ipod.

I can't help but smile. I know for a fact that he's just talking about our friendship, but to me that means a lot. So I guess it makes sense that this would be 'our' song.

"Yeah, you're my wonderwall too, dude." I smile at him and lean on his backside as we both continue to listen to 'our' song.

"We don't have to stay, Stan. If you're that upset then maybe we can just head home for tonight."

That does sound like a reasonable solution but there are people in the school that I want to spend some time with before we head off tomorrow. Like Kenny and Cartman, not to mention Craig and those guys. I don't know if it was the end of middle school or right at the beginning of high school but our groups just merged together and we all became really close. Craig stopped being such a dick, well to us anyways, and the rest of his guys just kind of warmed up to us. And that is also how Kenny got close to his now beloved 'wife.'

"No that's fine, Wendy." I kiss her on the cheek. "I wanna hang with the guys before we go off. I'm sure you want to have your goodbyes with the girls too, right?" I say standing up with her.

"Are you sure, Stan?"

There it is again, her extreme concern makes my situation a whole lot worse for me. That unconditional love that just pulls at my guilt for being a selfish prick who doesn't care about her feelings for me. The least I can do is tough it out for the night so she can have a good time.

"Yeah, it's fine." I rub away the remaining tears on my cheek. "Just don't let the others know I was crying." I force a chuckle to confirm just how 'fine' I am.

Wendy eyes me with concern again and I avoid her gaze to lessen my guilt. She nods and decides not to question any further. "Okay." She smiles and takes my hand to head back inside.

"Actually you go on ahead. I gotta use the bathroom. I'll see you inside alright?" I break away from her hand and make my way to the bathroom. She gives a slight nod before going back in by herself.

I'm such a hypocrite.

I'm not going to the bathroom I'm going to look for Kyle. Before I walked off I heard Kenny approaching Kyle from behind and asking the typical questions you would ask someone that's upset. It was obvious that after Kenny shoved the guy in front of me he was still there around the corner. What a great plan, just shove both of your friends together and hope that they will make up while you're stilling standing nearby listening in on everything being said. What a great fucking plan Kenny. And here I thought he would have came up with something better and put more thought into it. But then again, it IS Kenny. The guy that never puts thought into anything until the consequences arise.

I look around the place that Kyle and I were at and see nobody. I curse under my breath and walk around some more hoping that somehow he would materialize out of nowhere. I shouldn't be caring but I just can't help being curious at whether he had really meant what he said or not.

I check the time on my watch and groan that there's still a long way to go before the celebration ends. I just can't believe that all of what just happened between Kyle and I took less than an hour when it felt like an eternity. Of course, torture would feel like it's longer than it actually is.

I take one last look around before going back in. Perhaps Kyle left with Kenny after all. That or they're back inside.

Just as I step inside and curse my luck I see them chatting with Craig and the others. Well, Kenny's the one that's chatting anyways, Kyle's not saying too much and only keeping his communication levels down to a few nods and smiles. I start to debate on if going over is a good idea especially after the obvious incident. Should I hang out with them or intrude on Wendy's time with the girls? Either option is weighed against me so I turn around. Maybe hanging out in the bathroom by myself isn't such a bad idea after all.

"Hey Stan! What are you doing standing there like a dork?"

I turn around and wave at Craig who I plan to give hell later. His voice was loud enough to draw the attention of the entire room let alone Kyle. Speaking of Kyle, who I look at and see that he has looked away and is pretending that there is something interesting in his drink. I approach them with the knot in my stomach getting worse with every step I take. My chest is pounding and I am wishing that I could just crawl into a hole and not come out until the dance was over.

I stop in front of them and freeze. There is no way that I can take that only available seat next to Kyle. No way in fucking hell.

"Comon sit you retard!" Craig pulls me down and I nearly fall next to Kyle on the seat beside him. Great.

"Where the hell have you been for the past hour? We all saw you come in but then you like disappeared." Craig asks practically accusing me of something suspicious.

"I...er...was in the bathroom fixing my hair. The damn thing just can't cooperate with me on special occasions." I lie through my teeth.

I hear Kyle give a scoff that practically screams "LIAR" next to me and I tense up. Looks like he doesn't want me here as much as I don't want to be here.

"Try using something called gel." Clyde muses and everyone chuckles. Except for Kyle.

"Yeah, ha ha... asshole." I roll my eyes at his oh-so-funny joke and try not to be reminded that I'm sitting right next to the last person I want to be near at the moment who is currently distracting himself by texting someone on his cell. Probably Ike.

"Um, hey! We're the only ones sitting here why don't we all join everyone else on the dance floor?" Kenny interrupts to cut in on the awkwardness that's probably obvious to the three of us.

"No way, man. I'm gonna pass" I tell him.

Kenny grins and pulls me up "Too fucking bad. You're dancing with me."

I pull back and glared at him. "Shouldn't you be dancing with your 'date' for the night?" I ask sarcastically and direct my look towards Kyle who in turns glares daggers at me.

"Stop being an asshole and common." he yanks me so hard that I stumble onto the dance floor.

"Would you let go of me?" I demand as I manage to rip my arm away from his grip.

Kenny pulls me close again and brings my ear to his mouth. "Look man, I'm just trying to help you out. You and Kyle over there are all awkward at the moment and I'm just trying to cut you two a friggin' break here."

"Yeah, and the awkwardness is no thanks to you!" I retort.

"I kinda forgot about her." He points towards the girls and immediately I know that he is talking about Wendy. "My original plan was to have the seating arrangements for you and Kyle switched to a table for two to give you guys a more 'romantic' atmosphere but your 'girlfriend' was latched onto you the whole time and I couldn't have done it without her leaving the two of you alone."

"So you shove Kyle in my face as a solution?"

"What the fuck was I suppose to do under five minutes? Besides I had to act quick before she found you two."

It's true she DID find us in the end. But that's beside the point since it still doesn't fix the problem between Kyle and I. He said what he said and that still doesn't change the hurt he brought onto me. To be honest I don't think I can even forgive him. What he said hurt. All my life I thought Kyle was the only one who thought differently of me and didn't judge me for the type of person that I am. But I guess I was wrong.

Kenny starts moving his body to the music and grabs me to dance with him. Unfortunately, it's a fucking slow song.

"Dude, comon, people are watching."

"Look, I feel like this is my fault." He begins. "But don't worry about Kyle ok?" he says as he leans against me and places my head on his shoulder.

"Kenny, seriously people are-."

"And I know I shouldn't interfere anymore but go talk to Kyle again. That's all I'm saying."

I look at him with surprise on my face. "Kenny if you know something please tell me."

"Nah, if something bad happens again I can't have it on my conscience the whole night." He smiled smugly. "Enjoy the night with all of us, Stan. We might not see each other for a while so don't worry about Kyle until after all this is over." He smiles at me and twirls me off to the side towards Craig and the others then disappears in the crowd of dancing people. Somehow this makes me feel somewhat better about the situation. Whenever Kenny has that reassuring smile it means that things will turn out from his perspective. And is he right about things all the time? No. But the hope he gives softens the blow when things don't turn out. It makes you realize that even though it didn't work out it's not the end of the world. If things are meant to be then they will turn out for the best even if the road leading up to it is bumpy no matter how long it takes. If not, then it'll make you stronger. Kind of like a learning experience.

"Hey did you have fun dancing with Kenny?" Craig comes up behind me and smiles.

"Oh piss off. Shouldn't you be off dry humping some slut?"

"That's rude. And you say I'm the dick." I takes a drink from my cup.

"Okay, then shouldn't you be off sneaking alcohol into the drinks or something?"

Craig rolls his eyes. "For fuck sakes, that was once and in grade nine. I'm not stupid enough to do THAT again."

"Tch. Yeah right." I believe him enough though. After getting nearly the whole school hammered and forced to practically be Mr. Garrison's personal slave as punishment was likely very traumatic. I doubt anyone is dumb enough to try something like that a second time. I think it was the first time I ever saw Craig cry.

Kyle's still sitting in the back with Tweek and Token chatting. He looks completely fine from here but I know he's not. I resist the urge to go up in front of him and tell him straight up that I know that he did not mean what he said. But like Kenny said, I'll wait till the end of the night when I can get away from Wendy. Right now would probably be too soon anyways, I'm still pissed off and he could probably use some time to cool off as well. When we talk I have to make sure to apologize for being a burden and show him how much I appreciate him helping me with school. Then...I'll tell him how I feel. And If he just wants to be friends then...I really don't know what I'll do.

Oh well, at least I would have tried.

I glance over to the side and our eyes meet briefly before we both turn away.

As the night goes by, there was a lot of bawling from my classmates about how they'll all miss each other. And I have to say, it is becoming a really emotional scene. But I noticed from what my sister said about her graduation is that the ones that are overly emotional are the ones who tend to totally forget about who they were crying over when they look back years later. I can't even count the number of people Shelly has cried over at home after the night of her grad and also how many times she has said "Who were they again?" after asked the whereabouts of her classmates. But the scene before me keeps reminding me that I'm going to be away from Kyle even though I shouldn't care after that nasty fight.

I sigh at the thought. I just don't get why he isn't happy that I was even able to make it into university in the first place. He's the one that told me that I could pass my tests if I put my mind to it. He's the one who said that I can get 'A's' on my assignments if I put enough work into them. And he's the one that he'll always be around to help me even if I do fuck up every now and then.

I clench my drink. I guess I shouldn't have a right to be angry at what he said to me. After all, I am the one who kept him up late at night because I couldn't get some of the math problems the teacher taught us and also the one who bugged him during finals week to help me study in something that he was having trouble with as well.

I guess I can see why he was mad. I didn't even show him appreciation and just abruptly blurted out that I'm going to N.Y.U. without as much as a thanks for him helping me.

Now I see.

I have to go find him.

Kyle

That look he gave me was heart wrenching.

I've never seen him give anyone that look before, not even Wendy when she broke his heart. With her, all he did was bitch about her for a week and gave everyone the silent treatment when he wasn't talking about her. But I knew he wasn't THAT hurt judging from the way he acted. Tonight was different though. It made what happened between him and Wendy a couple of years ago seem trivial. I was expecting him to punch me out the same way whenever we fight about something stupid or call me an asshole and then storm off. The second I saw him tearing up I was caught off guard. I knew I was going to anger him but I didn't know that I would hurt him like that.

But he's hurt me way more.

I want to push him away before he hurts me to the point of no return.

The years I had to put up with his relationship with Wendy and supporting them to fulfill my duty as a best friend. All the times I had to sit there and listen to him agonize over someone that wasn't me really hurt. I mean, realizing that the one you love cares so much for someone that isn't you really isn't the best feeling in the world. So enough is enough. I can't always be there for Stan as his support at the expense of my own happiness. For as long as I can remember I've always been there for Stan and practically went out of my way to keep him as happy as possible. All for what? So that he could go off and be with Wendy?

The dance is coming to a close and everyone's running around to say their final goodbyes to their friends before finally setting foot into the real world. It's funny that a couple of people that I never really talked to even came up and hugged me tearfully. I wonder if they will genuinely miss me or f they were doing it to keep up their appearance. It did make me feel a bit better though.

"You leaving soon?" Token asks me after saying his goodbyes to some girls that I've never really talked to either.

"I guess. I still gotta wait for Kenny though."

"Oh ok." He nods.

Speaking of Kenny I haven't seen him all night. He pretty much vanished into thin air after dancing with Stan and haven't reappeared since.

"I gotta get going. Clyde's having a party after this and he's invited the entire school." He sighs with exasperation. "Are you and Stan coming?"

"Uh...I dunno about Stan but I have to get home."

"I see. Well then, I hope we can hang out before we all have to get back to school." He pulls me into a hug and chuckles.

I smile back at him. "Don't worry. We're going to the same university." I laugh at his reaction.

"Yeah, well we only have a couple of months before we're stuck in school again. Be seeing ya." he breaks the embrace and goes off to find Craig and the others.

"Have a good night, Token."

"I hope things work out with you and Stan." He disappears out the door.

Are my problems with Stan that obvious to everyone?

A little over half an hour has passed and I'm still waiting for Kenny. I'm starting to wondering if I should go look for him or leave him alone since I really don't want to be walking in on something I don't want to see. I don't mind anyways, this is the first time since I got here that I'm able to have some time alone. I was always surrounded, if not by one person but by the other. Whenever one left another would appear in their place and start talking as if we had let off our conversation at some point.

I slump in my seat and grumble while fiddling with my cell phone to make myself look busy. I can't help but play over and over again the things Stan and I said to each other in the hall. It was like a blur but I know for sure it DID happen. What I said to him just gushed out of me so fast that I couldn't even stop myself to think things over. I couldn't even hear myself properly. It felt good at the time to hurt Stan as much as he hurt me but I just feel regretful after that.

I clench my cell phone shut and I try to suppress it but the effort is proving to be in vain.

"K-Kyle!" he looks at me surprise when I crash into him.

I groan as the impact leaves me with a sore forehead and also because I don't want to see him at the moment.

"I-I'm so glad you're here. Look we have to talk about something..."he steps forward and I pull back with a grimace on my face.

"Don't touch me..." I mutter.

"What?" I can hear the panic in his voice. I can tell that he just wants to apologize for being a trouble for me during our tutoring sessions so he can go off to N.Y.U. with a guilt free conscience.

This angers me.

"What do you want to talk about?" I manage to keep my cool for a second.

"Look I know why you're mad. I'm sorry all this time I've been selfish and thinking only of passing everything without realizing how much trouble it is for you. If fact Kyle I really-."

"Stop right there."I cut him off. I knew it. The asshole just wants to live happily with his girlfriend without having to worry about me. In other words, he doesn't want the guilt of pissing me off to RUIN his time with Wendy. Now that I think about it, he doesn't want me interfering with his happiness. Even though all these years I would put everything aside to worry about Stan whenever he had a problem, he can't even bring himself to be concerned about me.

Fucking selfish asshole.

"You know what Stan?" my voice hitches and he looks like he's ready to ask whether I'm okay or not. I feel my eyes warming up with tears. There's no way I will be able to say what I have in mind in this state. For sure, I'll start crying and then he'll feel even more obligated to comfort me or apologize. Not only that but it hurts too much to actually say something like this to someone who has been with me since childhood. I cast aside my emotions temporarily and hope that what I'm about to do can keep my emotions bottled up for at least another two minutes.

I force myself to laugh obnoxiously loud which elicits a worried look from him. Possibly questioning my sanity at the moment. But I could care less, anything to drive him away from me.

"Kyle, would you just listen-."

"Listen? Who th' hell do you think you are tellin' me to fuckin' listen?" I shove Stan backwards and he stumbles a bit. I'm starting to think that my drunken act might be a little overboard. I honestly don't know the first thing about being drunk but I've seen Stan and Kenny do it often enough for me to pick up a few things here and there.

I take the limited time that I have before I start bursting into tears to push Stan further.

"You kno' what Stan? Why did yo' even try to work so friggin' hard for university? You'll never make it in th' real world, you fuckin' dumbass!" I deepen my glare at him he starts to quiver his lips. One more push should do it.

"Shit, the only reason why you got into N.Y.U. 's cause of me and you burdened me so fuckin' much with your idiocy. So go fuck yourself asshole!"

To my surprise, he doesn't punch or insult me back right away. He's just standing there and letting his tears stream down his cheeks. He whimpers something incoherent and I'm starting to feel myself break down from watching him fall apart in front of me. I just need to a few more seconds.

"You're not my best friend anymore, Stan."I force myself to say those forbidden words out loud and I immediately start to hate myself or it.

Stan slams me against the lockers and bawls in my chest. Faint pleads of 'why' and 'please stop messing with me, Kyle' can be heard in between his sobs.

I look away before I finally start to tear up as well. It hurts too much to see him in this pain. I restrain myself from wrapping my arm around him and tell him that I was indeed just joking and that in reality I really love him. I just...want to do that. But can't.

I pull him away from me.

"Fuck off, Stan."

Stan clenches his fist and punches me straight in the nose. I make no effort to retaliate to something that I deserved anyways.

"FUCK YOU, KYLE!"

Rather than angry, Stan continues to look at me with those pleading eyes still expecting me to tell him that I didn't mean it. But when I make no effort to fulfill his wish, he storms off without looking back. The further he gets from me, the better anyways.

"I love you Stan..." I finally say to myself before succumbing to my emotions and flooding my eyes with tears. "I love you so much." I sob into my hands but he's already gone too far away to hear me.

"I love you..."

I watch as Wendy approaches me with a smile. Probably wants to say goodbye. Either that or she's looking for Stan. I cringe at the latter thought.

"Did you have a good time Kyle?"

I hesitate to answer because she along with Kenny is fully aware at the earlier incident with Stan. It was hard not to figure out that she must have heard a great portion of our conversation to go after Stan the way she did when he stormed off. I just wished Kenny would have dragged her back into the dance instead of standing there with her.

"Somewhat." I say to make it obvious that we are both aware of what happened.

She nods in return and stands next to me. "Up for a walk?" she suggests.

"Sure, why not." I shrug. Kenny's probably going to be a while anyways doing whatever he's doing. It wouldn't hurt to get away from the booming music inside the dining hall.

We wander around the back of the school for a while in complete silence. Not an awkward one but more of a comfortable silence where we're both relaxing away from the loud music and just having some time to sort out our thoughts. Both our minds are likely on the earlier incident between Stan and I. It wasn't exactly something one would forget right away.

"Nice night isn't it?" she smiles into the night sky filled with the stars that are rare in South Park.

"Yeah. Sure beats having a freak heat wave in the middle of December like last year."

She chuckles at the memory. It was so hot that year that having even the tiniest bit of clothes on was torture, and my thick hair didn't exactly help either.

The thought makes a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. It was a memorable "winter" indeed. Aside from seeing Stan walk around his house half naked whenever we hung out we always did something fun with the guys. Whether it was spending our whole day at the water park or lazing around, it was all precious to me.

"I am going to miss those memories though." Wendy smiles faintly. "I mean we all practically grew up together."

There's something about her voice that tugs at my heart. I guess because it reminds me that her and Stan are going to be gone after tonight and I won't be able to see them the way I always did.

"Don't worry, you and Stan can still come back to visit us." I smile weakly. Here I am again supporting Stan and Wendy being together while I suffer.

I pull Wendy into a friendly hug to comfort her. She's still a good friend to me after all. "Don't worry Wends, it's not like we'll all fade away after you and Stan leave. We'll still be here when you two come back during the holidays."

Wendy parts slightly and smiles back at me. "That's sweet of you Kyle."

"Well I'm a sweet guy." I joke with her to lighten the mood a bit.

Wendy looks at me "I mean, you're so selfless all the time. You're always so worried about Stan. And he mostly runs to you to whine about his problems." Her face changes. " Now that I think about it he runs to you way more than me. In fact, I can't remember the last time he actually 'talked' to me."

"Er...I'm just trying to be a good friend. We are best friends." Maybe the word 'was' would have been more appropriate to describe our current relationship.

"I know, but you seem to really care for him. I mean he's always talking about you too."

I am taken back for a second. Stan talks about ME to his GIRLFRIEND? The very thought just astonishes me. I thought he totally forgets about my very existence in the presence of Wendy. I mean at least that what it seems like when we're both hanging. He's always talking about her too...oh. He talks about her to me as well. So I guess he's just the type that likes to talk about one person to the other. Besides, he's always bitching about Wendy to me so I wonder if he complains about me to Wendy as well.

I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up for that brief moment.

"I mean he talks about you as if he..." she stops.

"As if he what?" my voice hitches as if we've reached the climax of an epic story and are waiting for things that will be a big part of the story to unfold themselves.

"...Kyle is there something between you and Stan?" she asks with devastation.

The guilt inside me makes me grab her arms to prove that what I'm about to say is the truth and nothing but the freaking truth.

"There's absolutely nothing between Stan and I, Wendy." I grip her shoulders a bit too hard. "I-in fact, I honestly don't think there ever will be. W-we're both guys, that's gross." I force myself to sound as convincing as possible. The last thing I need is to lose a friend over something stupid like this. That, and I also don't want to be reminded of what I can't have. It just wouldn't be right to fight Wendy for Stan. I just can't break them up so I can just have a chance with him based on his relationship status. Now if he felt the same about me...then that would be different...at least I would be justified to break them apart. Not that I haven't fantasized about doing that before.

"I-I don't love him." I repeat again to make sure she hears me correctly. "You and Stan have a good life in New York." I change the topic and force a smile on my face.

"There you go again worrying about mine and Stan's wellbeing." She smiles.

Alright, now I'm a tad confused. Was she not just interrogating me about some possible involvement that I might have with Stan? Or is she worried that I might be too selfless and stressing out over other people's problems?

"I'm relieved that you're just worried about both Stan and I rather than...just Stan alone."

"I understand." I nod. "But don't worry I have no intention of taking Stan from you. I worry because you're both my friends." I reassure her once again and give her a friendly pat on the shoulders. I'm not lying entirely, it is partly true.

"No! Kyle I don't think you understand!" she pulls on the front of my dress shirt.

Now I am definitely confused as fuck and I apparently express it quite visibly since her face drops in disappointment that I don't understand what she's talking about. I rack my brain to try and figure what I am missing from the big picture. Had she said something before and I somehow missed it? I could have sworn that I was paying full attention to her like I always do when I talk to people especially if it's something as important as the subject we're on right now.

"Wendy, what are you talking about?"

"You're missing the big point Kyle."

I break eye contact with her and look at the surrounding area pointlessly, trying to find some answers to this difficult riddle.

"B-but, that IS why you're relieved right? The fact that I'm not having some affair with your boyfriend? That IS what most girls would be relieved about isn't it?" I protest in disbelief showing my frustration that there might be something that I don't know about my super best friend. That there might be a possibility that he's hiding something from me.

"Kyle. I'm happy you don't feel for Stan because I don't want you to think about anyone besides...me."

Wait...what?

She takes my face in her hands affectionately. "Kyle, I love you and I don't want anyone else to come between us. Not even Stan."

Wait...what?

"Please understand how I feel. It wasn't fair that Stan got to have you all for himself. It's ridiculous that I barely got to spend time with you except at the beginning of classes in the morning."

Wait...what?

Wendy moves closer to my face. "And because of that, you didn't even realize how I feel about you." She brushes her pink lips against mine.

WHAT?

I immediately pull her off of me. This can't be right. This can't be fucking right at all. I...I...

"Wendy please tell me you're fucking with me. It's not funny." I wipe my lips. Stan hates me enough as it is, I don't need him to think I'm trying to steal his girlfriend as well. I'll look like the world's biggest douche. Then he'll definitely won't want anything to do with me anymore.

"I'm not joking! You would have known this earlier if it weren't for Stan!"

"Stop saying that! Stan didn't do anything!" I yell back at her, furious that she would blame Stan for this happening. "I...just...stop."

Wendy pants as she's out of breath from all the yelling as well. "I can't help how I feel Kyle."

"Then why the hell didn't you break it off with Stan earlier! For fuck sakes, you both are going to be leaving tomorrow AND living together in New York!" I just can't believe she would do something like this at such a time. At least if she had told Stan sooner he wouldn't have to work his ass off to get into N.Y.U.

"I had my own reasons!"

"That's no answer, Wendy!"

"I wanted to keep him away from you alright? I just can't stand how he latches on to you like a leech. Every time he has a problem he goes crying to you and won't leave you the hell alone! And when that happens both of you guys ditch me to go off on your own. Do you know what they say around the school Kyle? Everyone thinks that you both are seeing each other behind my back! Everyone feels SORRY for poor little me! That their president of the school was dumped for a boy! Now do you know why I did it?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. This all seems like a horrible dream except I'm the bad guy here. I'm going to be the one who gets fucked over at the end while justice is restored to those who I have wronged.

"Then why go to New York with Stan when you don't even want to?" I ask defeated.

"I'm not going."

I pinch the bridge of my nose and breathe loudly. "Goddammit Wendy...what the fuck are you planning?"

She just looks away and doesn't say anything to me.

"Stan doesn't know does he?"

Wendy shakes her head in response and for a second I stop breathing. So Stan doesn't know that she's not going with him to New York.

"How could you do something like that Wendy? That's not like you..."

"Then you must see how much I'm willing to do to be with you." She protests then she grabs my hands. "Stan doesn't need to know about us. It's already too late to change his mind about N.Y.U. so he won't be able to bother us."

I shake off her grip on me in disgust. I can't even look at her right now let alone touch her. She's always been so nice and considerate to others and the possibility that that could all have been an act angers me. The fact that she is doing this to my best friend angers me even more. H-he's completely oblivious to all of this and he's being lied to with me involved.

"You are unbelievable Wendy..." I grumble at her in the most angry tone possible. I hate her. I hate her with every fibre in my body. And yet, I'm hesitant to do anything because she is one of my good friends and I also cannot do anything that'll hurt someone that Stan cares about.

I've had enough.

"I don't want to deal with this Wendy. I'm sorry you're going to have to tell Stan."

"Wait does that mean-?"

"No Wendy. You're a friend, okay?"

Wendy drops her gaze in disappointment. "I-it's Stan right? You don't feel right about getting involved with his girlfriend, right?" she asks hopefully.

"I can't say that's not partly the reason. But that's not how I see you okay? You've always been a friend to me and always will be. And also...never mind." I shake my head.

Wendy bites back her lower lip and her eyes water. "I see..." she mutters "But give it a little time and we'll..."

"No!" I shake her. "I don't love you and what you did to Stan is awful!"

Wendy wraps her arms around me tightly "You don't understand, Kyle. I've always loved you but you were so preoccupied with Stan to even notice me! You and I are the same and the rest of the guys won't understand us." She pleads.

"No I'm not the same as you...I wouldn't do what you did to Stan."

"Do you love Stan?"

I pause. I don't how many times I've been asked this question but every time I would deny it to avoid trouble. But right now I don't even know if I should come clean so she can back off or keep quiet so Stan doesn't lose the one person he cares about more than anything in the world. If I was a complete dick I would flat out tell her so her and Stan wouldn't have any chance of getting back together. But then I wouldn't be any better than her because that is what she did and is doing to Stan and I. I can't hurt Stan for my own selfish reasons, I want them to at least try to put all this crap behind them and have a chance to work things out.

"No. I already told you. I don't love Stan at all."

Wendy just stares at me and it's making me uncomfortable. I almost forget that her arms are still around me and before I can pull her away, she pulls me closer and locks lips with me.

My whole body freezes, unable to process anything going on at the moment.

"This is wrong! This is wrong!" my mind screams but I can't seem to move.

Finally, I struggle with her to get away but the grip she has on me right now will make it impossible for me to force her off without hurting her. I would shove her on the pavement but I'm too much of a pussy to hurt a friend. Well, unless it was Cartman.

"I can't believe you two."

I'm immediately relieved when Wendy pulls away before she can stick her tongue further down my throat. I turn around to praise whoever it was that saved me but dread hits me the minute I meet eyes with him.

"So that's how it is, huh?" Stan sarcastically mocks.

It's evident that I'm not the only he's pissed at as he glares at Wendy too. He walks up to us and shoves me to the ground.

Why the hell is he so mad for? If he heard the whole conversation than he must have heard me say that I don't like Wendy at all. For crying out loud I said it more than once to her. Unless...

"So you two were planning on running away together after tonight or something?" he hisses.

He must have walked in on us near the end of the conversation. Wendy! Is that why she suddenly kissed me?

"You just can't leave us alone can you Stan? You always have to latch onto to him like some little kid!"

"Some little kid? What about you? You always bitch at me for the smallest things!"

Just what is happening?

Just a couple of hours ago Stan and Wendy looked like the typical happy couple spending their last night in town with their friends before heading out to the real world. But now...it's like things took a 360 turn for the worse.

Their arguing becomes louder and louder and I'm tempted to cut them off before someone nearby notices us.

Wendy fumes angrily. "You're always in the way!"

Stan stops. She must have hit a nerve with what she said because now he's quivering. Ironically, like a child.

"I see so that's how you two feel..." he chuckles.

What?

Stan turns around to leave without as much as a word.

"Stan, wait!"

Stan elbows me hard and almost knocks the wind out of me. I cough and fall to the ground again as he glares down at me with tearful eyes. "Just fuck off, Kyle. I never want to see you again."

I cough a few times in pain. Shit, he really is strong.

"Kyle! Are you okay?" Wendy kneels down next to me and helps me up.

"Stan! Stan..! Wait!" I look up to find him.

"He's gone, Kyle."

Chapter 4-END

TBC