A/N Hey There!

Stan's POV

"What do you mean J was out in town last night?" I ask Kenny.

Who had been explaining that J was out in town last night, pretending to be a superhero like Kenny does occasionally. Kenny explains again. He says that she was in a mostly blue costume and that she used her rock to stop the sixth graders spray-painting the bridge. Apparently now she's having to deal with Wendy and Bebe fighting. At least that what looks what the girl's table is having to deal with.

J's POV

Wendy and Bebe were arguing about the whole cheating thing.

"Why would you even do something like this?! Again?!" Bebe exclaims. Everyone had a side except me. Wendy's side was small, considering most girls know the only way to get respect from people is to respect them.

"Because it worked last time!" Wendy shouts back. "Who even told you?!"

"Stan! When you made me break up with him for you!" Bebe says. I wonder how long this will take.

"Who told Stan?!" Wendy asks.

"I did alright!" I finally burst. "It's not right Wendy!"

"How did you know?" Wendy ask. Turning anger into curiosity.

"An easily climbable tree that anyone could be in is not the best spot to choose for that type of stuff." I reply.

"But when I looked in the tree no one was there." Wendy says.

"You should get your eyes checked." I say. I then mutter. "Then maybe your heart and feelings."

"What was that?" Wendy asks suddenly angry again.

"I said you should get your feelings checked. " I reply. A smirk on my face. Look I can be a smarta** sometimes.

"Okay. I'll fight you." Wendy says. "Today at recess."

"Wendy I wouldn't…" Emily starts to say before getting cut off. Emily has seen me fight. A sixth grader. It didn't turn out well. For the sixth grader.

"Okay. I'll fight." I reply. "I'll even get word around about it."

I stand up on top of the table. "Hey everyone!" I shout. "Wendy Testaburger is fighting one of the new girls at Recess!"

The entire lunch room starts talking. I sit back down.

The bell rings. Thanks to some grade testing. Recess is after math for the fourth graders and some of the littler kids.

Emily's POV

I sit through math class. Bored as heck. Oh I don't cuss! No way!

But I can't believe J would already get into a fight in the first few weeks we were here. J has never taken classes but she can hurt people. Rule one of life; Never give J a knife or gun.

J's a nice person. Until someone makes her annoyed or angry. Or says a word about her family.

The bell rings again. I head out to the playground. Hoping that no one goes to the hospital.

J's POV

A lot of people want to watch the fight. Eric started taking in bets! Well most of the kid in my school found out I was the one fighting. They gave Eric money betting I would win. Some of the little kids from this school bet their fifty cents on Wendy. Some of the fourth graders from here bet their money on Wendy. Some bet their money on me.

"Okay everyone put their money in you guys can fight now!" Eric shouts.

I start out by punching Wendy square in the face. Making her nose start to bleed. Then she kicked me in the stomach. I replied by punching her eye. She was doing a really bad job at protecting her face. She tries to punch me put I block it, kick her in her stomach which makes her fall down. She gets back up and kicks me in the leg. I fall down and she punches me in the face. I get up and teleport behind her, and kick her spine. This makes her fall face first into the snow. By now I had a bruise on my chest and leg. Wendy had a bloody nose and a black eye as far as I could tell. She gets up again and punches me in my right eye. I knock her down again. Then step back.

"I would keep going but I don't want to kill a dog, b**ch." I say. The bell rings and kids start filtering back into the school.

Stan's POV

"I made twenty bucks off that!" Eric exclaims.

"Wow that's more than what Kenny got for taking bets off the fight you had with Wendy." Kyle says.

"Yeah I only made seventeen." Kenny says.

"Stan are you okay?" Kyle asks.

I can't believe what I just watched. I didn't want Wendy to get hurt. No matter how much she deserved it. I also feel bad because J doesn't have anything to help the bruises and cuts Wendy gave her.

"Stan!" Kyle says. "STAN!"

"What?" I say.

"I asked you a question." Kyle says.

"Kyle I am eighty percent sure he does not feel okay." Cartman says. "He just saw his ex and his new crush get in a fight."

"I do not have a crush on J." I tell Cartman.

"Oh that's right you haven't thrown up on her yet." Cartman says.

"Shut the h**l up Cartman!" I say.

A/N My new catchphrase I've been using is when someone asks me something is saying "I am eighty percent sure that is/isn't true." I had Cartman say it because I can.