I was rather surprised when Bebe opened the door. She looked me up and down as she slightly swayed back and forth, clinging to the door frame. The shimmer in her eyes and "Pabst Blue Ribbon" in her hand hinted a bit of intoxication. That, and I smelled alcohol on her breathe. I felt mediocre in my plain jeans and flannel shirt compared to the skimpy pajamas she had on. There was an intimidating look on her face as if she didn't want me there. My fingers tightened around my duffle bag as my face brightened.

"Stephanie!" she cried as if she had just recognized me. Next thing I knew she had flung herself at me in some sort of attempt to hug. Over her shoulder I saw Wendy and a few other girls I usually sit with during lunch. They giggled and Wendy tipped her thumb back to her head, referring to the drunken Bebe.

"You gonna let her in?" Wendy laughed, sensing how awkward I felt.

Bebe pulled me in the house (rather roughly) and motioned for me to sit down in the circle with the other girls. Wendy was to me right, and a girl named Milly to my left. They were all dressed similar to Bebe. "We thought you wouldn't make it!" she slurred.

"Yeah well," I fiddled with the tip of my pony tail, embarrassed. "Blame Aunt Susan!"

"You hungry?" Wendy offered. Getting up and walking to the kitchen.

"Oh… no thanks…"

"Shut up Stephanie you're gonna eat something you skinny bitch!" Wendy barked playfully through the archway that lead to the kitchen. We laughed and I showed no further resistance. I was a little hungry. "Dr. Pep-er or Double Dew"

"Dr. Pep-er!" I called back. She returned and handed me pizza and the cold beverage.

"Bebe's a little tipsy," she said to me lightly as she reclaimed her seat.

"What'd you say about me bitch?" Bebe yelled in Wendy's direction.

"I said you're drunk!"

"And whose fault is that?"

"You should've chosen truth!"

"Bebe's gotta drink whenever anyone says 'Wendy.'" Milly added.

"Yeah and it's MY turn!"

"Fine Bebe, but after cake since Steph's finally here."

However, we got side tracked and that happed an hour later. Somehow we got into a Wii bowling tournament. Then "Just Dance" was put into the game slot and the rest is history. I changed into my "Chimpoko-mon" pants (not without insults of course, mostly from Red and Bebe) and grey tank top. Wendy unwrapped her gifts. Mine was a "Gersploosh" album that Stan suggested. Eventually, we did get to the cake.

Bebe, who was a little more sober, glanced around the dinning room table, a devious look in her eye. Everyone else was enjoying the purple-icing and carrying on some conversation about Token or something, but I was watching her. I know she still had a "truth or dare" to ask. Her eyes met mine… and I knew I was FUCKED.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I hesitated.

"How many times have you slept with Kenny?"

I nearly choked on my soda in response to the bluntness of her question. "Like… SEX?" I asked dumbfounded.

"No…" Bebe replied sarcastically.

"Never!"

A few girls laughed. "Don't lie!" I heard one say.

"No I'm serious! I mean… he came over one night… when I was sick because my Aunt Susan wasn't home," my words began to string together as my fingers shook. "And I asked him to stay that night… he made breakfast when he woke up and we watched TV up in my bedroom but that was it!"

"So you gave him a blowjob?" Bebe asked.

"No!"

"A handjob!"

"NO!" I felt my face start to grow red with anger and embarrassment, while the other girls found this conversation extremely hilarious.

"I just wanna get this straight… Kenny… Kenny MCCORMICK came over to your house; fell asleep in your bed with you, and you guys did NOTHING sexual whatsoever!"

"Well… I mean… I think we were spooning when I woke up…" What was I saying? The room fell silent, my face grew red, and then I was hit with the wave of laughter from nine teenage girls. "I don't understand why you all think this is so funny!" My voice had turned serious. I don't think anyone in South Park had seen me so defiant. The girls shut up, most looking in curiosity in what was going to happen next.

"Honey…" Bebe looked at me with empathy. "Kenny McCormick, is a TOTAL man whore…"

"Wha- What?" My face went cold and white. You could feel the tension in the room.

"Yeah," Annie piped in. "It all started with that Tammi chick…"

"Oh right I remember her!" Wendy added. Her voice seemed to relax any conversation, so naturally she cleared all the awkwardness from the room. "Yeah she gave him a blowjob in the fourth grade!"

"They were like… friends with benefits and I think by seventh grade they had sex."

"I'm surprised they waited so long!" Bebe said.

"We did it once…" Milly confessed. My mouth gaped open as I stared at this girl on the left. "After she left in like… her freshman year… I thought he loved me. God he's SUCH an asshole!"

"Me too!" came another voice.

That's when I started to realize, Daniel might be right. Had I been so blind? Maybe I only saw the part of Kenny that I wanted to see, not the side that was actually there. I sunk into the shadows as I did at my old school, observing the conversation as the world forgot my presence.

"Oh my gosh! When we were dating once, we snuck onto elementary school playground late at night," Bebe added in. "GOD he's so HUGE!"

"I know right!"

"Without a doubt; BEST. SEX. EVER!" I'm starting to think Bebe is a total whore.

"You ever give him a blowjob?" Annie asked.

"God I know!" Red joined. "It's like… you can hardly keep him in your mouth!"

"Can we not talk about this?" It was silent. For a second I thought the words came from my mouth, but actually it was Wendy. I hadn't realized it but my eyes were watering. She shot me a glance. "I mean… I just wanna enjoy my cake. You're makin' it pretty hard now that I'm thinking about Kenny's dick in Red's mouth."

"Oh right! Like you haven't done this stuff with Stan!" Bebe perked.

The laughing resumed. I really tried to have a good time the rest of the night. But all I could think about was Kenny. He meant a lot to me, but what exactly did I mean to him?