AN: Yeesh, sorry for the disgustingly long wait! I took a little break and wrote a short oneshot (Gone for Good – you can read it if you want – it's a little emo Stendy thing lol) when I hadn't even started this! Gah I feel bad! Well, I'm currently typing this author's note before I write any of this next chapter, and I barely have any idea of what's going to happen in it, but because I feel bad for not updating in a long time, I'll try to make this chapter longer – but I'm not making any promises! =P

PS -- Last chapter I said that Clyde's last name was Harris, but then I found out that *apparently* his last name changed during the later seasons to Donovan, I guess I just forgot. But since I already said his last name was Harris in here, it's going to stay as Harris.

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The Note

It seemed as if the moment the sun touched Earth that Bebe's alarm buzzed. After many groans, grumbles, and stumbles, she eventually made it out of her bed and into her bathroom. She put on her normal black eye-makeup and, seeing as her hair was still straight, she whisked out of the bathroom and approached her five-room sized closet.

Inside were shelves upon shelves and racks upon racks of clothes and shoes; it was like an entire mall fit into one giant closet. One rack ran all the way around the wall that had shirts neatly hung on their hangers. There were drawers filled of pants and skirts, some of which were bulging with the material. Scattered all over the floor were shoes, some carelessly thrown around. Bebe ran her fingers across the shirts, sometimes spreading the clothes apart to get a good look at the front of a t-shirt or tank top. She eventually stopped at a blue shirt with the earth on it that read "SAVE EARTH: RECYCLE". She laughed inwardly and took the t-shirt off of its hanger. Wendy had given it to her for her birthday a year ago. Although it was a snug-fitting shirt, she had thought that she would never wear it, but now its time had come. However, a small change was in order…

Bebe quickly grabbed a straight black silky skirt. She walked out of the massive closet, stepping into her skirt and walking at the same time.

After zipping up the side of her skirt, Bebe walked over to her desk to get out a pair of scissors. She then neatly snipped off the whole top of the shirt above the chest area.

"Wendy will have my head for this," she muttered to herself, but did not regret her decision one bit once the shirt was on.

Fitting snuggly around her chest, the now-tube-top gripped at her body just the way her normal clothes did, and did not show any sign of falling down.

Smiling to herself at her handiwork, Bebe put the scissors back and skipped into her closet once again. She ran around the room trying to find the shirt she was looking for when it caught her eye. Giggling to herself, she pulled the mid-sleeve black fishnet top down from the hanger hastily and pulled it over her head. Satisfied, she grabbed some black boots that came up to her knees and put those on too.

Bebe ran to her full length mirror that was hidden behind piles of clothes and looked at herself, instantly frowning. The semi-goth look and the hypocritical throw of the "SAVE THE EARTH" shirt were fine, but she felt like she was missing some piece clothing.

"What the hell…?" she murmured to herself, placing her hand on her chin and looking deeply into the mirror with a very pessimistic expression.

"OH!" Bebe shouted as she remembered.

She threw off her boots with such careless force that they dented the wall with their heels.

"Whoopsie…" she said half-heartedly; she could not have cared less.

Bebe ran over to a specific drawer, opened it, and grabbed the black fishnet tights out from it. They hung limply in her hands, but she loved those tights.

"What the hell is wrong with me? Forgetting my fishnet tights but still wearing my fishnet shirt? I am such a retard…"

She flipped up her skirt and pulled on the tights, rammed her boots back on and then flew down the stairs in a blur. Her parents had long sense gone to work, so there was nobody to tell her that she simply had to eat breakfast before she left for school. Besides, Bebe hated eating right when she woke up; it almost made her feel sick thinking about it.

She grabbed her backpack which was hanging from the banister, and whooshed out the door, locking it behind her. As she jogged down to the bus stop (for she was eager to see Wendy's expression once she saw that the shirt had been violated), the fresh, icy Colorado wind pelted her face, stinging her cheeks and turning them, as well as her nose, pink. The pine trees were caked with a layer of ice, and her neighborhood's road had a dusting of the fresh snow that had occurred overnight. The sky was a clear blue, and the birds were singing. All was well.

Wendy was waiting at the bus stop, for she and Bebe were the only two people who got on at this point. As Wendy turned around at the sound of Bebe's soft footfalls, her mouth dropped open so she stood agape, glaring at her friend in dumbstruck disbelief.

When Bebe finally stopped, she said, "Hey!"

Wendy just stood there, glaring at the little, indistinct seems of her t-shirt. "What did you do?" she asked. Disbelief was prominent in her tone.

"I altered it!" Bebe chattered excitedly.

Wendy suddenly shook her head, snapping out of her disbelief. Her gaping mouth was replaced by a warm smile as she looked at Bebe approvingly.

"Well," she began, and heaved a heavy sigh. "I guess I couldn't really expect much less from you, Bebe. At least you're actually wearing it!"

"YAY!" Bebe danced at her approval as the long, yellow school bus came from around the corner. The both stepped on, some people eyeing Bebe's semi-gothic appearance, some ignoring it because they were used to her being rather exotic.

Wendy sat down in a seat near the back, and Bebe plopped down next to her. Being eighteen and seniors, they ruled the school, and they had the right to sit at the back of the bus. In the front sat the little freshman, behind them were the sophomores, behind them where the juniors, and lastly came the seniors. Wendy and Bebe would drive to school sometimes, but other times they just decided to do the good old-fashioned bus ride.

"So, what's up with the gothic dressing today, Bebe?" Wendy asked casually so that they didn't stay in silence the whole way to school.

Bebe thought about that question. What did compel her to dress like this today? That, she didn't know.

"Eh, it was the first thing that I saw. Well, actually I saw this shirt," she said, pointing at the earth shirt, "and then I threw the rest of it together after I finished recreating this one."

Wendy considered this, and then became silent, lost in her own thoughts. Bebe looked at her clothes, and stifled a giggle. Wendy still heard the little noise that escaped from Bebe's lips, and saw that she was covering her mouth in her hands.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Bebe pointed at her clothes. Wendy looked down, inspected them, and asked, "What about them?"

"You look like an older version of what you wore in elementary school!"

It was indeed true: Wendy's bright yellow skinny jeans and lavender tank-top with her violet hoodie did make her clothes look like a more teenage model of what she used to wear everyday at South Park Elementary.

Wendy inspected herself once again and rolled her eyes. "Bebe, you cling on to the past too much!"

"I was not clinging!" she said, defending herself. "How do you call that clinging? I just noticed and told you! And besides, maybe I like the past better. It was so much easier, with simpler times and simpler situations…" she trailed off, looking out the window.

Wendy looked at her sadly, and the bus parked at the school. As the students filed off, Bebe trailed behind Wendy, hoping that she might block her from the view of Clyde.

Wendy noticed this, and questioned her. "What are you doing, Bebe?"

What was she doing? Why did she want to be away from Clyde? She just admitted to herself the other day that she wanted this relationship to work, so why was she avoiding him? Bebe shook her head, driving the thoughts out of her mind, and walked by Wendy's side, in clear view of everybody.

"Uh, nothing," she responded.

As South Park High School's very non-elegant structure came into view, Bebe saw two familiar boys talking and laughing at the entrance way.

One boy was wearing blue jeans and a dark green American Eagle polo shirt; he also wore brown DC skater shoes. He wasn't exactly the tannest guy ever, but he wasn't sickly pale. His flaming, wavy auburn hair fell down to his ears and his bangs fell down to his eyebrows and were swooped over to the side slightly. His high cheek bones were dotted with a few freckles, and his eyes were like emeralds.

The other boy had soft, straight jet-black hair that fell down to his ears while his eyebrow-length bangs were wind-swept to the side of his forehead. His excited eyes were clear cerulean orbs shining in the sunlight. He was wearing a navy blue Avenged Sevenfold band t-shirt and baggy dark blue jeans that were slightly ripped, and his skater shoes were black and white checkered Etnies.

Bebe heard Wendy utter an excited giggle; she couldn't help herself. She always got so excited around that black-haired boy even though they had been going out for a year.

"C'mon," Wendy whispered, beginning to jog toward the boys. Bebe wasn't in the mood for jogging; she felt too lazy.

"Stan!" Wendy called, getting the boy's attention by waving.

Stan stopped talking and turned. Once he saw Wendy, the same, goofy, smile became prominent on his features. He opened his arms and Wendy ran straight into them, holding each other tightly. After a moment, he released her, and pecked her on the lips.

As Bebe finally made it over to them (Wendy had ever-so-kindly left her to dash toward Stan), the red-haired boy's smile brightened and he opened his arms as well. She accepted his friendly hug and then released him and looked up into his soft, glimmering emerald eyes.

"Hey, Kyle," Bebe said while smiling.

"I told you this morning that I would wait for you at school," he reminded her, giving a wink.

Bebe giggled.

Kyle continued grinning, but once his gaze shifted to over Bebe's head, his eyes narrowed into slits. Before she had time to turn around, she gasped, startled, for someone had just slid their hand into the back pocket of her skirt. She knew exactly who it was even before she glared up at the infamous Clyde Harris.

His brown hair was shorter; he had gotten a haircut. His expression was arrogant. He smiled down at Bebe with his usual cocky smile, but after taking in her murderous expression, his grin faltered. His plain brown eyes showed no emotion; not even a little spark of worry for his girlfriend's state of mind. They were just simply… there; just eyes, functioning for the specific purpose of vision and nothing else.

Despite this, Bebe immediately attempted to morph her expression into something passable as happy, but it looked more like a grimace. However, Clyde accepted the change in face, asking no questions about her unspoken anger, and leaned down to kiss her without even muttering a greeting. This was his usual behavior, so she kissed him back anyway, with some resistance, but went with it nonetheless.

Kyle grunted in annoyance and turned around to talk to Stan and Wendy.

Bebe eventually broke the kiss, wanting fresher air than the inside of Clyde's mouth, and then the bell rang: once, twice, three times in it's normal unmelodic tune. Kyle, once again, approached Bebe and Clyde.

He glared at him and growled, "Bebe and I have first period together."

Clyde acknowledged him with a nod, but did not remove his hand from her pocket. Kyle looked at him as if he was something disgusting he found on the bottom of his shoe and gently pulled Bebe away from him. Without a backward glance, Kyle flung his arm casually around Bebe's shoulders as she wrapped hers around his waist and they headed into the school building together.

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"Break up with him."

Kyle's words rang through Bebe's head as the boring, monotonous teacher droned on and on about Hitler. Naturally, Kyle already knew everything, so he didn't need to pay attention. Obviously, Bebe wasn't paying attention because she just didn't feel like it.

"No, I told you already, I like Clyde," Bebe whispered half-heartedly.

Kyle groaned and smacked his fist against the little wooden desk a little too loudly; the class and the teacher turned toward Kyle, and his pale face turned surprisingly red.

The teacher, Ms Alzen, was short and plump; her long red skirt covered her feet and her white blouse was buttoned all the way up. She had her black hair pulled back in a tight little bun, and wore red, horn-rimmed glasses. Her cheeks were slightly sagged from old age, and her expression looked as though she would never smile again.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Broflovski?" she hissed; she made Kyle's last name sound like it was a curse word. Everybody knew that she hated anyone of Jewish descent, it was probably why the class learned so much about Hitler being a great speaker instead of the horrors that he put the Jews through. She almost made him sound like a superhero that saved Germany.

Kyle looked at her with utter loathing and said, "No, Ma'm." There was no emotion in his voice.

She glared at him and smiled deviously. "If you interrupt my class one more time I will fail you on your next test, regardless of what you really got."

Kyle's eyes bulged out of revulsion for the teacher, but he still replied, "Yes, Ma'm."

She gave him one last hateful look and then turned around, the class turning with her, back to the chalkboard.

"Bitch," Kyle spat under his breath.

Bebe gave him a light pat on the back. "Don't worry about her. She is a bitch, but you can't let her get to you. Chin up, cowboy." Bebe smiled in spite of her words, and she found that Kyle was ginning along with her.

They sat in silence for a moment, and then Kyle's expression became serious.

"So, Bebe, you gotta break up with him. He is a complete asshole to you, and he doesn't give a damn about you. Look at me," he whispered harshly when Bebe started staring in the other direction. "Please, you really need to. This isn't healthy for you, and everybody knows it."

Bebe bit her lip. What was wrong with her? Wasn't she supposed to like Clyde? She knew that she wanted to have a relationship of hers finally work, but did she want this one?

"I…I like him."

Kyle smacked his head against the desk and stayed silent against it. Bebe took this as a perfect time to get off of the bad subject. She started playing with Kyle's hair: running her fingers through it, twirling it around, and braiding it. Kyle eventually began chuckling softly, much against his will, and then waved Bebe's hands off his head. However, she just kept on playing, and he could not stop her.

He sighed. "Bebe, you are so annoying."

She knew that he didn't mean it, for he said it with a smile, even though his head was still pressed down on the desk.

"No, you're annoying."

"I don't know how you escaped, but I think I need to call the local asylum and have them take you back."

Bebe gasped dramatically and smacked him lightly. "How rude!"

Kyle finally sat up, gasping, clutching at his arm in mock pain. "Ouch! Why are you hitting me?"

"Because I wanted to," Bebe sang.

"At least I'm not dressing like a goth," Kyle said with a smug smile.

Bebe smirked. "At least I'm not a Kosher Boy!"

Kyle gave a fake gasp. "Bebe, you know that that is very offending to me and my religion--"

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I'm not a Jew!" Bebe cut him off.

Kyle scrunched up his face and mock glared at her. "You are a very naughty girl, Missy."

Bebe seductively grinned. "And you're a very naughty boy," she whispered as she trailed her fingers up his pale arm.

He gave her a look that said Bebe-I'm-not-retarded-so-don't-play-these-games-with-me. She laughed and patted his head.

"So am I a dog now or something?" he asked after she stopped her patting.

"Well yeah. You're my bitch, so I guess you could be considered a dog. Remember, I own you. You have to do whatever I say."

The red-head rolled his eyes. "And what is forcing me to do these things?"

"Oh, you just have to do it. It's the rules," Bebe informed him.

"Uh-huh," Kyle whispered, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

At that moment, the bell rang, and the students jammed their notebooks and pencils in their backpacks and ran out of the class before Ms Alzen could make a comment or assign homework. When Bebe and Kyle got out the door and turned toward the staircase, both having classes on the second floor, Clyde came around and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from Kyle.

Once Kyle looked around and saw who it was, a look of utter loathing appeared on his pale features almost instantly.

"Hey, Baby," Clyde said, kissing her on the cheek.

A shiver of disgust ran down Bebe's spine as she reached up and wiped spit off of her face. Kyle watched her with a revolted expression that mirrored her own.

"Well, Kyle," Clyde began in his arrogant tone, "I guess that I have my next class with Bebe, and you don't. So I guess we'll be seeing you."

Kyle looked torn. He looked as thought he wanted to rip Bebe from Clyde's arms and just take her away, but he also didn't want to upset her, Even though it wouldn't upset me in the least, Bebe thought. After a moment's hesitation, Kyle's expression turned hard like stone. He nodded curtly, and walked away, his body a little too stiff, his stomps a little too loud.

Bebe had been watching Kyle walk away and felt a sharp pang of pain in her heart for her best friend.

So, apparently Clyde doesn't give two shits about me, he is too arrogant, he is mean to my friends, and he is a self-centered, sex-driven, inconsiderate asshole. So why can't I break up with him?

Bebe's thoughts swirled endlessly around in her head like a swarm of angry bees. Every now and then she would feel a sting as one of the more nasty thoughts stung her just like the angry bees. Only the awful sensation of Clyde's hand going down her back pocket snapped her back into reality.

She smacked his hand away and backed up. "Can you not, please?" she asked, annoyance the prominent emotion in her voice.

Clyde walked towards her again. "But Baby, you're so sexy; I just can't help myself," he said as he tried to snake his hand back into the pocket, but Bebe moved away again.

"I said no, and I meant it. Let's just go to English class, c'mon," she added grudgingly.

As they approached the brick staircase, Clyde pulled her over to a corner. "Let's just skip the rest of school and go back to my place."

She glared at him and pushed him away, walking up towards the stairs. "No, Clyde," she called over her shoulder as he tried to catch up with her swift walk, "I don't want to skip. I need to get good grades, and plus, I don't want to make up the work I missed."

Bebe tried to look anywhere but directly into his face. All around her were teenagers, boys and girls, some walking alone, some in groups, and a few couples were holding hands. The freshman always looked so tiny to her. Some of the sophomores looked small too, but the rest of the classes looked normal height.

The windows let wide portion of light hit the staircase, and she could see the blinding sun from outside. Posters supporting their school's sports teams and clubs decorated the walls, some reading, "JOIN THE SPANISH CLUB" or "SUPPORT THE WRESTLING TOURNAMENT THIS SUNDAY". Unfortunately, despite her attempts to look anywhere except him, when they reached the second floor, Clyde stopped her, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her towards him, forcing her to look up into his shallow brown eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked; he almost sounded angry.

Bebe sighed, took his hands off of her shoulders, but kept one in her hand grudgingly, and turned to walk to class. "No, I'm just having a bad day," she lied. Well, it was partly truth. Any day with Clyde in it was considered bad to her.

"Oh, okay," he said, and then there was silence between them as they walked into class and took their usual seats next to each other in the back.

The English teacher, Mr. Shallz, was extremely strict, and if he heard anyone utter a peep, they would get a detention. If nobody confessed, he would give the whole class detention; it was awful. However, he was absolutely oblivious to notes, so frequently people were seen passing them all over the room.

A small, crumpled up piece of paper hit Bebe's desk, and she looked over to see Clyde looking at her expectantly. Assuming it was his note, she opened it up and, in his chicken scratch handwriting, it read:

This class sucks ass. Why don't we go to the janitor's closet down the hall and do something a little more interesting…?

Bebe sighed and wrote back in her large, loopy handwriting.

Clyde, I NEED to pay attention in this class. My grades are kind of suckish. I'm sorry, but no.

She threw it back to him, his smile appearing as he began to open the note, but after he read it, it dissolved and a crease appeared on his forehead. He wrote back, and handed it to her, smiling once more.

That's alright, Baby. We can save it all for tonight, and maybe add a little something that we wouldn't be able to pull off in the closet.

She looked at him, eyebrows raised, and he winked at her. Bebe tucked the note into her pocket, seeing as she wouldn't be able to throw it away without getting up which would result in a detention.

For the rest of class, Bebe just sat there, staring at the teacher, trying to assimilate the information he was giving. That's what she was trying to do, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she was doing it. No, that was proving impossible by the distractions that Clyde was doing.

He rubbed her thighs, massaged her waist, stroked her back, sometimes snaking his hand up her shirt slightly. It was like he was playing the game called "Are You Nervous?" for he kept getting closer and closer to her crotch, but she would never say "I'm nervous" to end the game. No, she wouldn't tell him to stop, because if that was what he wanted, and it kept her with him, then so be it.

Eventually class let out, and all of the kids ran from that classroom as if the building was on fire because they wanted to get away from the awful teacher. Clyde and Bebe ran out with the other students as well, and they began the descent down the stairs, Clyde's hand in her pocket the whole way.

As they approached the bottom of the stairs, Wendy came into view, and Bebe quickly turned around, giving Clyde a one-second make-out session to tide him over and get away from him fast. He looked pleased as she pulled away from him even though it was over as soon as it had started, and she swiftly pecked him on the lips once more, saying "Bye, Lovie," and then ran off towards Wendy while desperately trying to wipe Clyde's spit off of her lips.

"Hey, Bebe," Wendy greeted, and then she looked confused at Bebe's frantic wiping on her mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Essence of Clyde," Bebe spat, not needing to say anything more.

Wendy let loose an annoyed grunt as they set off toward their third period class: Math.

When they got into the classroom, they sat in some desks in the back. Other girls, including Red, Annie, Heidi, Sally, Lola, and Nelly, came and sat down in the back row with them. All of those girls had grown closer to each other over the years, and sometimes they would all get together and have a massive sleepover or mall party.

Red had straight red hair that was cut above her shoulders with a bunch of different layers. Annie's hair was curly, but instead of the massive fluff-ball it used to be, she used products in it to smooth it down to a wave. Heidi, Sally, Lola, and Nelly looked pretty much the same, except more grown up; their hair may be a little bit straighter or a little bit more wavy, and they had on makeup.

"Hey, Hun," Lola said, addressing Bebe. She usually called everybody "Hun", no matter who she was talking to. Her long, dark brown hair fell down to her elbows as she leaned on her desk.

"Hey, Lola. What's up?"

Bebe and Lola were sitting on the end of the line of girls. Behind them, their other friends where chattering excitedly about shoes, boyfriends, crushes, and just general girl stuff.

"Meh, Nothing really. Craig and I broke up… again." Her side-bangs fell into her face, and she blew air upwards to make them go back into place.

Craig and Lola had been having a major on and off relationship. They kept breaking up one day and getting back together the next. It seemed like they did it everyday. At first, the news was huge, but after it happened a few times, people lost interest – especially because it had been going on for about five months now.

"Aww, that's sad," Bebe sympathized. "Why don't you guys just end it? It's obviously not working out."

Lola eyed Bebe curiously, cautiously, and then spoke in a distant voice. "For the same reason you won't break up with Clyde."

Bebe drew in a sharp breath; she hadn't told anybody her reasoning behind not breaking up with Clyde. How could she know…?

"How do you know?" Bebe asked before she consciously knew what she was saying.

Lola raised her eyebrows and set her chin on her palm as her elbow leaned on the desk. She stared off into space, seeing things that definitely weren't the classroom in front of her. "I don't know…" she finally replied.

Bebe, being very confused, was about to ask more questions about her and Craig's relationship, but the teacher rapped on the chalkboard with her knuckles to get the class's attention.

"Students," she began, "I am feeling ill today. I'm going down to the health room, and then I am probably going home. I trust you, so I am going to trust you to try to be somewhat quiet for this fifty-minute class. Consider this a free period. Good day." With that, the short, plump lady waddled out of the classroom, shutting the door behind her. For a moment there was silence, until somebody in the classroom called out, "SWEET!" and thus began the talking.

Just then, Stan came over, dragging a seat up to sit on the opposite side of Wendy.

"Hey," he whispered just for her, and he reached out to hold her hands on the table.

There were a few sighs of contentment and awe from the girls on either side of Wendy, Bebe included, and Stan flashed one of his pearly white smiles while Wendy's face flushed.

Then another boy dragged a seat up next to Stan and sat down. His hair was blonde, shaggy, but very cute. He wore black skinny jeans that were from the store called Pac Sun, and his black t-shirt had a grey skull on it. His clear blue eyes flashed with a sense of knowing, but the look in them read malicious.

"Hey, ladies," he said as he flashed a cocky smile.

"Hi, Kenny," a few replied back.

"So," he began, "which one of you hot girls wants to go bang in the bathroom?" he asked casually.

"Ooooh I wouldn't miss that for a second," Annie said sarcastically.

Kenny grinned at her.

"Excuse me, Annie," Red began just as sarcastically, "But I thought that it was my turn to go bang Kenny in the bathroom."

Kenny was stilling grinning at both of them, and her comment only increased his smile.

"Hands off bitch," Sally retorted.

"HE'S MINE!" Heidi yelled.

All of the girls were giggling uncontrollably at the outrageous conversation.

"Relax, relax, ladies! We can have a massive orgy tonight, and then all of you can get a piece of me."

The girls looked at each other while smiling, nodded and murmured agreements, and then looked back at Kenny.

"Alright," Heidi agreed.

"Sweet."

"He is one lucky dude," Stan added, receiving a light smack on the cheek from Wendy. Stan knew she was kidding, and she knew he was joking, but Bebe could still see the glint of crazed protectiveness that flashed in Wendy's eyes as she squeezed Stan's hands a little tighter in her own. It was just an old habit that she would never get out of.

Kenny then directed his gaze over to Bebe. "Would you like to participate in this orgy?"

Before Bebe could even open her mouth to reply, Kenny said, "Oh, I forgot. You're going out with Clyde." He sneered Clyde's name like a swear word. Bebe rolled her eyes playfully, hoping the subject would go as fast as it had come. Her wishes were not fulfilled.

"So, what's up with you and him?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, seriously. You never say anything about him," Stan seconded.

"I… Umm… Nothing really. Same old, same old," Bebe said quickly.

"Is he still treating you like a sex toy?" Stan inquired.

"Excuse me?" Bebe asked. She didn't know what Stan was talking about. Sex toy…? She had always told Clyde no to sex, even after he begged her.

"You know, just wanting you for sex. You're his little toy, a piece of disposable material once he is done using you. You don't mean anything else to him."

All of this talk about her not meaning anything to him was starting to hurt her. She knew that it was true, but it was almost making her feel as if nobody else wanted her either, like she didn't mean anything to anybody…

Lola saw the sullen look in Bebe's eyes and reacted instantly. She picked up one of Bebe's hands and started patting it reassuringly.

"Hun, I can tell what you're thinking. And you mean the world to us, trust me. You used to always make everybody's day, with your happy, buoyant, dumb-blonde nature." The last description made her smile. "And ever since you began dating Clyde, you haven't been the same. Sure, you've been fine, but you're not as happy and carefree as you used to be. As your friends, we care about you, and we want what's best for you."

Bebe looked around her at all of her friends' faces that were peering worriedly down at her and she knew that she did matter to some people.

"Thanks, guys. I'll try to sort this out. I think in the end everybody will be happy. I'll talk to Clyde," Bebe said, surprised at her own words. Maybe it was time to break up with him, time to end this terrible relationship once and for all…

The bell rang, and everybody jogged excitedly out the door, happy that it was finally time for lunch. Bebe, feeling like her normal self once again, skipped down the halls with Wendy toward the lunch room.

As she skipped, she noticed a crumpled up piece of paper on the ground. Curious, she stopped Wendy and stooped down to pick it up.

"Bebe, we should probably throw that away. It looks like it may be somebody's notes that they were passing…" Wendy trailed off, watching Bebe unwrapped the paper.

"What's life without a little gossip?" Bebe questioned rhetorically.

The ugly, scrawled, boy-ish handwriting read:

So Baby, you wanna meet out in the janitor's closet next to the cafeteria right before lunch and do something a little bit more interesting than eating?

Bebe's eyes widened at the familiar handwriting, and her hands began to tremble as she read the girl's neatly written reply.

Sure. That will be a LOT more fun than eating. But you never know… I might be eating a little something of yours…

Nothing more was written on the little piece of paper. The paper was shaking from the trembling that Bebe's hands were doing, and she hesitantly pulled out the notes that she and Clyde had passed in English. Slowly, not believing her eyes, she compared the small, ugly chicken-scratch that belonged to Clyde on both of the papers, realizing that it was the exact same handwriting.

"Oh my God," Wendy whispered from beside of her, coming to the same conclusion.

Bebe dropped both of the papers and stood frozen, staring ahead of herself in blatant disbelief.

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AN: OH MY GOD. I AM SO SORRY THAT TOOK ME ABOUT 2 WEEKS TO UPDATE. I FEEL SO BAD! But I made an extra long chapter! This one had about 5,700 words in it! Amazing, right? It's my longest chapter ever. Uhoh, Bebe is in trouble! Or is in Clyde that's in trouble? WHO IS THE OTHER GIRL ON THE NOTE? Stay in tune to find out! I WILL update soon next time. I just kept putting this chapter off because I knew it was going to be a boring chapter to write, so sorry if it isn't the greatest. The next chapter is going to be EXTREMELY fun to write, and I've been waiting to write it since chapter one! YAY! Please review! Remember, if you review I will love you forever! Special thanks to my editor, Bebe! (XxKylexX)
By the way, don't go thinking that Kyle likes Bebe, because he doesn't. They are best friends, and he feels very protective over her.
PS – I know that I always give Stan band t-shirts, but I just can't help myself! I can just imagine it so well!