Warning: Adult themes contained in this chapter. It's not much, but enough for me to consider putting this warning up. This chapter is a bit shorter that the others, but the next one will be longer, promise ;) Enjoy! ^^

Chapter four

Shattered

-The real painting behind the artist-

Cartmans words echoed in Wendy's head as the day went by. A week had passed since the night he had left her house with those mysterious words.

As mister Garrison's lecture went on in the background, the fraise repeated itself again and again in her mind, almost mocking her. What exactly could it mean?

An image of Cartmans smile disappearing and suddenly looking serious flashed in her head yet again. He eyes cold and calculating. He was definitely up to something, and he wanted her to know it, but what could it possibly be, but more importantly, was it going to harm her?

Wendy looked over at Stan who was writing notes down. She had barely touched her schoolwork over the last few days, she had, on the other hand, tried to be nicer to Stan, talking and being much more attentive, but she had the feeling that he was still a bit sore about the other day, as his responses were often vague and empty.

The lunch bell rang and the teens slowly shuffled into the kitchen to grab some lunch. Wendy, Stan, Kyle and Cartman sat together as they eat. The guys chatted vigorously about something Wendy really couldn't care a less, she was observing Cartman as he spoke. He always seemed so calm, his expression always relaxed, as if nothing was ever the problem with him. Almost realizing that she was staring at him, he looked over at her and briefly their eyes connected for the first time since the night he left. Wendy felt herself blush, but at the same time a wave of uncertainty travelled down her spine.

"So Stan, Wendy, have you guys been together all this time since I left?"

Eric asked, his voice as soothing and calm as always.

Stan looked over at Wendy, smiled slightly and looked back.

"Yup, we've had our ups and downs, but… were still together"

Wendy faked her best smile and looked down at her food as Cartman responded.

"How nice, you always were meant to be together, even when we were young it was clear that you guys were very alike"

What the hell was Cartman up to? What was the point in talking about this now?

Wendy felt anger build up inside her because oh what Cartman had said. Her like Stan? Please, She and Stan couldn't be more different, he was pacific and stationary, she would do anything to get her way and loved to go out and have fun when possible. In fact, it was one of the main reasons they had had most of their fights.

She looked over at Stan, who must have been thinking the same thing, as he was just staring at his plate, lost in thought.

Wendy felt a bolt of shame as she remembered that, no matter how different they may be, he had always been a loving and reliable boyfriend.

She slipped her hand onto his under the table and gave him a squeeze. He looked over and Wendy smiled at him, but only received a very forced half smile.

She suddenly felt observed. Cartmans eyes were staring at them, cold and calculating. Kyle was to engrossed in conversation with Butters, who had come over to ask for some math help, to realize, and Stan was in his own world. Yet again their eyes met and she felt a cold shiver, but then Cartman smiled, feeing her of his analysis.

She stared at him momentarily and looked back at Stan who was looking at her, sadness in his eyes. She new he was having second thoughts about their relationship, but she was going to be dammed if he left her because of something Cartman had said.

Wendy new exactly what to do.

"Stan, can I speak to you please? Alone."

She said politely and Stan got up, following her. She led him to the top floor bathroom that was hardly ever in use, both in silence as they walked there down the quite hallways, the cantina echoing in the distance.

"Wendy, what did you bring me all the way up here for?"

Stan said as they entered the small room.

She winked at him and grinned. Stan stood there looking completely surprised.

"Wendy what are you-"

He was cut short as Wendy closed her lips around his, her tongue gently entering his mouth and finding contact with his. Stan's body almost became limp with surprise but he quickly responded to her action, putting his hands on her hips and kissing back, passionately. Wendy slightly opened her eyes while they kissed and saw her boyfriend's eyes closed as he enjoyed their sudden connection. Seeing and feeling him so responsive to her advance really turned up the heat for her, she then reached down and placed her hand between his legs. He jumped slightly, not expecting it, but she felt his reaction quite fast, it was a good one.

Wendy let his lips go, stood back and smiled, starting to brush her hair with her hand.

"W-Wendy, what… why stop now? Common, let's keep going!"

Stan complained. Wendy calmly looked down as she continued to fix her hair.

"That was just a teaser, tonight will be the real party…"

She said as she got close again and kissed him, but just for a moment, as she felt his tongue slither into her. She could feel him against her leg.

"Just make sure to bring that BIG cake, ok?"

She winked and left the room giggling to herself.

Now THAT was showing him that she still loved him.

Wendy casually walked down the hallways smiling to herself. As long as she was only a slut with her boyfriend, she was still safe.

Wendy got back to her locker, collected some books and headed towards her class. On the way there, she passed Bebe, who hadn't seemed to notice her, she was just staring at the floor as she slowly walked by, lost in thought.

"Bebe? You ok?"

Wendy asked, feeling slight relief that finally she wasn't the one being asked that question.

Bebe jumped slightly and looked up.

"Wendy! Wha- I'm… ahh…-"

She spurted.

"Calm down Bebe"

Wendy said, confused.

"What's the problem?"

Bebe just stared at her in silence.

She had been acting weird all week. They had only managed to speak a handful of times, and each time she always seemed lost in thought.

"Bebe, you know you can trust me right?"

Wendy said, suddenly realizing how cheesy that line sounded, but with somebody like Bebe it would probably work well, but the golden haired girl just stood there in silence, looking like she didn't know what to say. The noirette began to feel very worried about her friend.

"Please Bebe… I want to help you with any problems you may have…"

She tried a last time, this time receiving a reaction. The blond teen breathed in and answered.

"I... got with a guy the other day… and well… I think it's serious…"

Wendy felt a wave of relief flow through her.

"Bebe…"

She smiled kindly.

"That's nothing to worry about! You had me worried there for a moment"

She laughed and her friend just grinned nervously for a few seconds, reverting back to her lost stare in space.

"So? Who is he?"

Wendy asked, grinning.

Bebe looked away from her.

"I… I can't tell you!"

She muttered. Wendy got in close to her and whispered.

"Come on, who is it? I know you Bebe, you've had sex with him haven't you, and now you've developed feelings for him. Is it Clyde?"

She asked maliciously.

"No Wendy, it's not Clyde"

Bebe muttered, and Wendy stood back to give it some thought. Suddenly she realized it, whom had Bebe been fantasizing about lately?

"…It's Cartman isn't it?"

Wendy asked, grinning at her again.

Bebe looked to the side and blushed.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it!"

She almost screamed and Bebe just stared at her, looking a bit annoyed.

"Can I go now?"

The blond girl asked, looking very uncomfortable.

"Ok, ok… Just don't forget to wear protecting, oh, and whenever your feeling better, let me know all the details!"

Wendy laughed and walked down the hallway.

This was perfect. With Bebe dating Cartman she had constant inside feedback of where he was and what he was up to, she could keep an eye on him just in case he was up to anything and she wouldn't need to keep worrying at every little thing he did. She bore a wide grin as she walked triumphantly down the hallway to her class

Now, to focus on her night with Stan and rekindle his love for her, she had something extra special prepared.

Her black push up bra was barely hidden by her tight half shirt, leaving very little to the imagination, and her black stockings were very visible below her petite jeans. Wendy stood up and admired herself in the mirror; her hair was falling towards one side of her head, shining, and looking smooth and silky. She had spent the last three hours getting prepared down to the last details. She was wearing the earrings Stan had given her on her last birthday and the cologne she new he loved.

"Try and not love this"

She remarked and looked at herself sideways in the mirror, admiring her figure.

"Go get him girl"

She whispered excitedly to herself.

Wendy managed to leave home without her parents realizing, if they saw her looking like this there was no way they'd let her leave. She just prayed that the rest of the Marsh family wasn't home.

Her prayers were answered when she reached Stan's house and there were no cars in sight, but his light in his room was on.

She smiled to herself, wait till Stan saw her looking like this, he would most probably jump on her or something.

Between her dirty thoughts of what she was going to do to him Wendy decided to begin by surprising him in his room, so she slowly crept round to back garden and used the spear key under the flowerpots to open the back kitchen door.

As she silently crept upstairs she could hear muffled sounds coming from his room. He was probably watching TV, this was going to be the best thing she had ever done for him.

Wendy snuck up the door and slowly placed her hand on the handle, took a deep breath and opened it.

Time froze and a million fragments of ice slowly pierced her heart as her eyes contemplated what was going on in Stan's room.

Stan was laying in bed, naked, staring horrified at her as, an also naked, Bebe moaned in pleasure, hands over her head tugging her hear. The blond girl recovered and ran her hands down her body, squeezing her breasts and then resting them on Stan's chest. Only then did she realize he was paralyzed, staring at the door.

"What's wrong Stanny...? Please don't stop..."

She said, breathing heavily, and then followed his eyes until she finally noticed Wendy standing there, also paralyzed with shock, tears running down her cheeks.