Random and slightly pointless introduction: Wow, um... Sorry I suck? I really am sorry that I am failing at updating right now... The worst part is, I don't even have an excuse. I'm just... lazy...

And I won't even ASK you to review, because I suck, and so does this chapter. My apologies.

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Cartman sat at a table outside the ice cream place, waiting for Wendy. She should've been there forty-five minutes ago. He didn't really blame her if she blew him off, though. She probably got in a lot of trouble for getting in a catfight with Millie. Though in all honestly, it was Millie who started it. Wendy was technically just defending herself. In Cartman's eyes, Wendy did nothing wrong.

He glanced idly at his watch and bit his lip. Where is she? he asked himself silently. Maybe her parents made her stay home. Yeah, that's probably it, right? She wouldn't just blow me off or forget, would she?

He didn't really want to think about whether she would or not.

Clearly, Eric had been spacing out a bit, because he nearly jumped in surprise when he heard someone talk to him. "Anyone sitting there?" His head jerked up to see who it was.

She was very slim, with dramatically pale skin. She had shiny black hair that fell to her shoulders, and bangs across her forehead that brushed against her thick, dark eyelashes. Black lipstick was packed onto her full, pouty lips, and her eyes were lined with thick, dark makeup. She had on a short black and red gothic-style dress that reaches above her knees, revealing her graceful, thin legs. The top part of the dress looked like a corset, and the skirt part was several layers of black lace one on top of the other.

"Do you ever listen when people talk?" she said, raising her left eyebrow.

"Most of the time, nothing anyone has to say is worth listening to," Eric replied quickly.

She sighed and rolled her pretty ice-blue eyes.

Cartman narrowed his eyes in recognition. "Henrietta? That Goth bitch?" he asked.

She glared ferociously. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

Eric crossed his arms. "Nothing, just asking," he grumbled, annoyed that he couldn't think of a witty and insulting response for once. He looked her up and down, noticing how much she had changed. First of all, she was so much thinner. And were her eyes always that light blue? Was she wearing contacts or something? Eric always kind of remembered her eyes being dark, but... Maybe he was wrong. Plus, her style had changed a bit too. In fourth grade, she wouldn't be caught dead in anything that wasn't completely black.

"Is anyone sitting there or not?" Henrietta pressed, clearly getting impatient.

"Actually, I'm expecting someone, ho," Eric snapped.

"You don't fool me, Cartman. You've been sitting there for more than half an hour now," she hissed back.

Cartman looked down, his heart hurting for a moment. "What, were you watching me or something?" he muttered angrily.

Henrietta's eyes widened. "Who stood you up?"

"Sh-she didn't stand me up," Eric protested weakly. "She probably... just..."

"Just what?" Henrietta snorted. "Face it, asshole, she stood you up."

His fingers curled into tight fists and his teeth clenched. "Wendy wouldn't stand me up."

Henrietta sat down, even thought she knew she wasn't welcome to. "Oh, so it's Wendy who's blowing you off. You do know she's a slut, right? You're aware of that?"

"She's not a slut!" Eric shot back defensively.

The goth girl laughed coldly. "You, Kenny, Kyle, Stan, Butters, all at the same time? That's really slutty."

"Well- she- It isn't-" Eric tried to find a way to defend Wendy, but he had to admit... One girl with five guys seems pretty slutty.

Henrietta had an obnoxious look of pure satisfaction plastered onto her pale face as she crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

"Go away, ho, she'll be here soon," Cartman mumbled.

"News flash, fatass- she's not coming," Henrietta said with a sadistic smirk.

"Yeah, she is!" Cartman insisted. "Now get out of here!"

Henrietta rolled her eyes and leaned in across the table. "Look, Cartman, you want Wendy, right?"

"Yeah," he replied slowly, getting interested when he saw the spark of determination and mischievousness in her eyes that were narrowed to thin slits.

"But she has four other guys," Henrietta pointed out- very insensitively.

Cartman had to force himself not to wince. "Yeah."

"So you get another girl! Make her jealous!" she said, flicking back her black hair. "God, you're dim!"

"What girl would go out with me?" Cartman said with the raise of an eyebrow.

Henrietta grinned, her black lips curling into a malicious smile. Her eyes glittered almost seductively and she didn't reply to the question. Did she really need to?

Cartman's golden-brown eyes narrowed. "What's in it for you?"

"Hey, I need to make people jealous, too!" she replied.

"I need more info than that, bitch. You know exactly what I'm in it for, I want to know about your issues."

She hesitated, obviously untrusting. For good reason. "Okay. Well. I've kind of been hitting on Craig for a while, and clearly, he likes the attention. But then I found out that he's going out with Lola, and well... I figured maybe if I no longer noticed him, maybe he'd get more interested. People usually want what they can't have."

Cartman shrugged. "Fair enough."

Henrietta's eyes flickered past Eric's face and abruptly widened. "There's Craig!"

She leaned forward and her lips crashed against Cartman's. He stiffened in response, but quickly got over the discomfort and put his hand on the girl's cheek, pushing his lips into hers passionately. He thought he might as well enjoy it and make a show. Besides, this wasn't just because Craig was here. Other people were around, too. Some of Wendy's friends even. Surely the news would get back to her.

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Wendy traced her fingers along all the cuts and bruises she'd gotten from the fight. She felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder and she jumped a bit before spinning around to see Kenny. "Oh, hey Ken," she murmured, heat filling her cheeks.

He forced a smile, and Wendy narrowed her violet eyes. "Are you okay?"

Kenny raised one eyebrow and locked eyes with Wendy. "I'm not sure. Are you okay?"

She bit her lip. "What do you mean?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "What happened with Millie today, Wends?"

The raven-haired girl clenched her fists and her heart beat fast in anger. She glared into his strikingly blue eyes. "How should I know? I didn't do anything to her!"

Kenny's eyes softened and he gave a small smile. He pushed a lock Wendy's dark hair behind her ear. "Calm down, it was just a question."

Wendy turned away, but he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her softly and quickly on her lips. She gazed into his eyes and smiled.

Kenny stepped back away from her and grinned, flicking his messy hair back. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Wends?"

She gasped. "Cartman! He'll think I stood him up!" Without another word, she rushed to the ice cream place, her shoes hurting her feet. When she got there, she panted and leaned on a tree in front of the ice cream place. She scanned the area for Eric, and she saw him. His lips were locked with some girl Wendy didn't know.

A tear streamed down her face and she walked home slowly.