chapter 8: She's my girlfriend back off!
Cartman closed the door and Kenny and Kyle were on the other side of the door.
"What? What's going on?" Cartman asked as he sat down on Stan's computer chair.
"Are you going out with Wendy Testaburger?" Stan asked.
"What?" Eric asked.
"Don't lie!" Yelled Stan.
"Yeah! So what if I am?" Cartman yelled as he stood up.
"Your playing with her feelings like you did to that new girl!" Stan commented.
"I didn't. She played with mine. She just wanted to suck my dick and move on! She was a hore and a slut!" Cartman yelled back.
"Stay away from Wendy! I will not let you rape her and move on!" Stan said as he got closer to Cartman.
"And what if I do see her. She is my GIRLFRIEND after all." Cartman smerked as he folded his arms.
"I'll kill you." He said as he left his sight. "Now get the fuck out of my room and house!" He yelled.
Cartman left and spit on his floor. "Bye Fag."
For the next few days Cartman and Wendy haven't seen each other in school. They always text but they never talk in school. Wendy was getting mad. She walked up to Cartman's locker and stood there.
"What the hell is going on with you Eric? All you do is text me but you never talk to me face to face." Wendy yelled."Am I even your girlfriend?Hello! Earth to Cartman!"
"Yes you are my girlfriend, Wendy. It's just...Stan found out about us the other day." Cartman sighed.
"How the fuck does he know? Did you tell him?"
"No. He had spies spying on us."
"Who?" Wendy asked.
"The Jew and Kenny."
"See! I told you somebody was watching us that day!" Wendy said.
"I know you did!" Cartman said."That's why I haven't talked to you."
"Eric?"
"Wendy. Stan doesn't want me with you." Cartman said closing his locker.
"ERIC!" Yelled Wendy.
"Sorry Wendy, I don't think should hang." Cartman said. As he passed by her she slipped something into her bag.
"I can't believe he doesn't wanna hang!" Wendy said to Bebe after school.
"Well he did say Stan would kill him." Bebe sighed.
"He won't do shit! He just want me for himself. He doesn't care what I want. I love Cartman. Not Stan." Wendy said. Bebe just sighed and walked on. She felt bad for her friend, she been dating Kenny for a very long time. All through high school.
"Fuck Stan." Bebe finally letting it out.
"Huh?" Wendy asked.
"Don't listen to what Stan says. Go see him. By the way, why is there a paper sticking out of your bag." Bebe said. She grabbed the paper and look to see what it is.
"Girl! YOU GOTTA READ THIS!" Wendy snatched the paper out of her hand and read what it said: dear wendy,
ι don'т care wнaт ѕтan ѕayѕ. ιғ нe ĸιllѕ мe, нe ĸιllѕ мe. coмe вy мy нoυѕe laтer on тoday. pleaѕe. ι мιѕѕ ѕeeιng yoυr вeaυтιғυl ғace.
love, erιc carтмan
"He-he as such a way with words!"
