Just so you guys haven't noticed, I switch Stan and Wendy's P.O.V each chapter. I guess I didn't need to say that. Hehe. I hope you guys are ok with this story with all the episodes in all. This one is gonna have an episode, too. It may not be so good, because I have never seen it before, and I can only watch it with parent supervision. So...this may not be a good chapter. I also may edit some stuff from the episode and change it a bit, because there are some stuff I can't put in here. Hope you like it!

Chapter 9: Jealously

WENDY'S P.O.V

After the fight Stan and I had, we made up, and things have been great ever since. We have been dating then for another whole month, then another. When Christmas break finally came, I said my goodbyes to my boyfriend, who seemed to rush out of school, but took his time to say goodbye. I tried to kiss him, but again, he puked. I think I understand now. Stan really likes, me I'm sure. And he's just a sensitive man. He gets really nervous around me, because he likes me. So he vomits. I guess that's a proof that he really likes me. So...I guess what I'm trying to say is, is that...well...I'm glad he vomits. It's his way of saying "I love you".

During Christmas break, I didn't get to see Stan at all. And I couldn't stop thinking of him. I missed him so much. I loved being around him, and I loved talking to him. I could call him, but he probably had family plans for the Holidays. But I loved the Holidays. I love it when it snows, too. Christmas snow. What a happy thought.

I wonder what Stan was doing this very moment. I guess I was being a little obsessed over him. Was he obsessed with me? It's hard to tell in a guy.

After Christmas break, which was early January, I went crazy when I got to see Stan again. He seemed to be happy, too. And I hugged him. Oh god he was so cute, but he vomited, again. I pulled apart from him. "Stan, I missed you."

"I missed you, too Wendy."

"How was the holidays for you?"

"Good. You?"

"Very good. But I wish I could have celebrated with you."

I found my boyfriend smiling. He must have felt the same way. Did he?

"Well, I'll see you in class." He walked off.

"Bye." Maybe he did really like me, he just didn't want to be obsessed. He didn't want to be crazy. I respected that. Maybe I should relax more, too.

On February 11th, I decided to remind Stan of the most romantic day of the year. As we were in class, waiting for Mr. Garrison to show up, I finally spoke. "Stan, you know it's almost Valentines Day."

"I know," he replied.

"Maybe we should go on a cruise or something."

"I can't afford a cruise, dude."

"I know, but...we can make a little boat out of cardboard and pretend it's a cruise."

I then heard Cartman start laughing, as Stan told him to shut up. But you shouldn't care about what people think of love.

"and then we can dress up in little costumes and pretend we're getting married."

Cartman was then laughing again. "Stop, seriously. You're killing me."

Soon, Principle Victoria entered the classroom. "Children," she started, "I have some difficult news. Mr. Garrison won't be teaching for a while. He had to go into surgery."

Well that was excited. We all cheered at the news. Mr. Garrison wasn't a great teacher anyways.

"So you're gonna have a substitute teacher. And I want you to show the sub the same respect your show Mr. Garrison."

Kyle then rose his hand.

"Yes little boy?"

"We don't have respect for Mr. Garrison."

"Oh. Anywho, I want you all to meet your new substitute teacher, Ms. Ellen."

The teacher then walked in happily. "Hello children."

"Woa!" I heard Stan and Kyle both say at the same time.

"Good luck, Miss Ellen," said Principle Victoria, and left the classroom.

"Thank you," said Ms. Ellen, "I'm sure you'll do fine."

I tried to listen to our substitute, but then I realized the expression on the boys' faces. They were all gazing! Were they gazing on the sub? Well, at least Stan wasn't doing in. Stan would never...HUH? I gasp as I look over at Stan. He was gazing too! "Stan? Stan!" But he didn't reply. He just kept gazing. What was the matter with him?

"Now, let me try to learn your names by your seating assignments," Ms. Ellen continued. "You arre...Eric Cartman?"

Cartman brightly answered her. Even Cartman was gazing?! She wasn't THAT hot.

"Ok, aand, you must be Stan Marsh."

All of a sudden, I here my boyfriend vomit. No way. No. He only does that to me. ME! He loves me, and that's why he does that. Which means, just me! Why is he vomiting? He must be sick.

"Do you need to go to the nurses office, Stanley?" Ms Ellen asked.

"No, he always pukes when he's in love," I heard Cartman say.

NO. This couldn't be real. He can't be in love with her! No, no.

"So you're alright?" Ms. Ellen asked, before Stan vomiting again.

This couldn't be right. Why was he acting like this?

Playground

I sat on the swings along. All the boys seemed to be interested in that new teacher. Even Stan. What does he see in him?

"Ms. Ellen, dude! She's beautiful!" Kyle exclaimed.

I look over at the four boys and Chef. Of course. They were talking about Ms. Ellen. They think she's the most hottest female?! I think not. I get up, and walk over to the boys. "Stan, didn't you notice her left arm is longer than her right one?"

"No."

"Well, it is! Did you notice the mole on the back of her neck with the hair growing out of it?"

But no matter how much I tried, and whatever I said to get Stan to dislike that teacher, Chef would always make some way to make it seem like a good thing. I then started to panic. "Stan? We're still Valentines, right?" Please say yes.

"Sure, Wendy, whatever."

"Hey, maybe we should go buy Ms. Ellen a Valentines present," Kyle said.

"Yeah, we'll go to the mall tonight!" Stan exclaimed, and followed Kyle. And then Cartman followed.

Where are you going, Stan? He's ignoring me. And all he's talking about is...Ms Ellen. I suddenly felt a tear come out of my eye. Stan. My love. Please don't forget me.

After recess in the classroom, Ms. Ellen asked if anyone would like to clean the chalk erasers after class. She asked if Stan would like to, and he vomited, saying he would love to. Just get over her, Stan! She's just a stupid teacher! Then Chef came in, and started hitting on the teacher, then asked her out for dinner. Well that's fine by me! He can have her! As long as Stan doesn't get her. Oh she better get away from Stan. I'm gonna tell her big time.

After the school bell rang for school to be over for the day, I immediately walked over to the teacher. "Ms. Ellen, could I talk to you?"

"Of course, Wendy," she replied.

So I took a seat next to Ms. Ellen's desk. "I couldn't help but notice you taking a liking to my boyfriend, Stan."

"Ohh. Well, I've taken a liking to all of you. You're all so young and cute, and full of life..."

"Can I tell you something, Ms. Ellen?"

"Of course, Wendy."

I leaned in closer to her, and flipper her off. "Stay away from my man!" I get up and start walking out of the room. "Bye Ms, Ellen."

I told her well. Now she will stay away from my boyfriend, and Stan will be all mine.

The next day, the boys seemed to have gotten Ms. Ellen some gifts, just like they said they would. Including Stan. He wasted his money big time.

Ms. Ellen then said that there will be a spelling test, and whoever scores the most, gets to go out to dinner with her. What a stupid idea! Stan is a smart student, and she probably knows that! Oh, she is so dead.

At lunch time, I decided to try to convince Stan again how horrible Ms. Ellen was. So I walked over to him with Bebe. "Hi Stan," I say to him.

"I bet I scored 100!" he exclaims at Kyle.

"HI STAN!"

"Oh, hi Wendy."

"I was just in the bathroom, and Ms. Ellen was taking the biggest dump I've ever seen."

"No she wasn't!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Yes she was!"

"That's impossible," said Stan.

"Well, she did! And she has horrible, horrible gas, too. She says she can't control it!"

"Huh-uh!" Cartman exclaims.

"It smells like a dead calf rotting in the hot sun!"

"Hey Wendy," Cartman starts, "seriously, you need to stop with this whole jealousy thing!"

"Yeah, you're acting like a freak, Wendy," says Kyle.

I can't believe what I just heard. "NO, I'M NOT ACTING LIKE A FREAK!" I then noticed that the cafeteria became quiet, and all the students were looking at me. I then walk away with Bebe to a lunch table.

"What am I gonna do, Bebe? Ms. Ellen is hypnotizing my man into liking her!"

"I don't know, Wendy."

I just sighed. There had to be something to do.

After school at my house, I tried to think hard of what I could do to get Stan away from Ms. Ellen, and back to me. But what? Just because she was so hot and all. I mean...wait a minuet. I grabbed my phone, and called Bebe. "Bebe, come over to my house, and bring your make up kit. Get here as soon as possible." I hung up. This had to work. It had to work.

15 minuets later, the doorbell rang, and I opened it. It was Bebe. "Thanks for coming, Bebe."

We walked over to the sofa and sat down. "That's ok, Wendy," said Bebe, "I brought my make up kit like you asked me. What are we doing, anyway?"

"That mean old substitute isn't going to stop until she takes everything from me, Bebe."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What I'd really like to do is load her into a rocket and have her shoot into the center of the sun. But instead, I'll just get Stan to notice me again. Bebe, I need a make over."

"Oh, cool."

"Give me the best make over you could ever give me. I need to over power Ms. Ellen. Those boys think she's hot. Well I'm gonna be hotter."

"No problem, Wendy. I know what to do."

I grin, and let my best friend start with the make over. This was gonna work. It had to work. I know it will work.

After a long while of Bebe putting make up on me, she was finally done. "Wow, Wendy. Look at yourself."

I got up and went to a mirror. "Oh my god. This is so gonna get Stan's attention."

The next day right before class started, I stood outside the classroom. "Here I go." I finally walk in with my new make over. Wearing a two-piece leather suite, blush, eye shadow, a fake cigarette in my mouth, and my hair feathered out. As I walked in, I noticed that all the boys were gazing on me. I smile. "What's up, guys?"

"Wow, Wendy looks just like that chick from Grease, Elton John," Cartman said.

I went to my desk, and then noticed Stan smiling at me. "Wow, hi Wendy," he said.

"Oh. Hi Stan." I turned to Bebe and started whispering. "I think it's working."

"Yeah," Bebe said, bragging about her best work.

Soon, Ms. Ellen entered the classroom, and...what was she wearing?! A two piece leather suite, just like me?!

"Wow!" Stan exclaimed.

"Dang! That's nice!" Cartman exclaimed.

"Oh Wendy, you wore black leather, too!" Ms. Ellen happily cried. "We're like sisters!"

"DIE!" I cry. She probably spied on me! I hate her! I hate her!

"Alright kids," Ms. Ellen went on, "I've finished grading your papers, and the person with the highest score is..."

"Hello there, Children!"

We all look at the door. "Oh no, Mr. Garrison is back," I heard Stan complain.

"Hooray!"I cry. "Hooray, hooray for Mr. Garrison!" I leaped out of my chair and ran over to Ms. Ellen. "He's back, he's back! Mr. Garrison is back! So long, substitute!"

"Children I have a very important announcement to make," said Mr. Garrison. "I'm quitting my job as a teacher."

The whole class gasped. "What?" I say. "But..but you can't!"

"But the good news is," Mr. Garrison continued as Principle Victoria then appeared, "I've already talked to Principle Victoria about it and Ms. Ellen can stay as your permanent teacher."

The class cheered.

"Really?" Ms. Ellen asked.

"That's right," said the principle. "Will you stay?"

"Well...sure!"

And without thinking, I started screaming. "Noooo! Nooo!"

"Oh, by the way, kids, the person who scored the highest on the quiz and gets to have dinner with me is...Stan."

"Nooo! Nooo!"

"Oh, and Wendy," the principle continued, "I almost forgot. We just got a call in the office; your grandma died."

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! This is the worse day ever! Stan, you can't go out to dinner with that slut!" But Stan didn't listen to me. He just kept gazing on the teacher. I hated this so much. How could so much awful things happen to me? My grandma died, and I'm losing my man to an old woman.

After school, I watched Stan cheer about him going out to dinner with Ms. Ellen. He didn't even notice I was right behind him.

Later the evening, I decided to follow Stan and Ms. Ellen, and see what would happen at the restaurant. Maybe Stan wouldn't have fun after all. When I got there, I looked through the window, and finally saw the two. But it looked like they were getting along fine. I try to hold my tears in. "It's over. I give up." And I walked away, starting to cry. I just lost my man. He doesn't love me anymore. He loves that creep.

I then stop and think for a moment. "No. This is stupid. I can't let this happen! I can't!" I started running and finally got to my house, ran in my room, and closed the door, and locked it. "I'm getting rid of her once and for all. And I grabbed the phone."

The next day, which was Valentines Day, when I walked in class, I went over to Ms. Ellen. "Ms. Ellen, can I talk to you?"

"Sure," she answered, "but..can't it wait until after class, Wendy?"

"No. I just have to apologize for the way I've been acting."

"Oh, it's ok, Wendy."

"No it's not. Since you're here to stay, I just hope we can be friends."

"Well, I would love that, Wendy."

I then turned to the rest of the class. "And I want to apologize to everybody. The way I acted was wrong. And I've learned something today." Tears started to come. "I just wish...Stan, and Ms. Ellen would have all the happiness in the world."

"Wendy, there's nothing between me and Stan!" Ms. Ellen cried.

"That's not what I heard," said Cartman.

"Wendy, have a seat. Ok children, lets catch up on our cursive handwriting."

All of a sudden, Arab soldiers burst into the classroom, and started blaming Ms. Ellen for crimes she did, like killing people. All the kids went crazy, and the soldiers said they had to take her back to Iraq. They grabbed her and started pulling her away.

"Get away from me!" she cried. "This is a mistake! Nooo!"

We all ran outside, and watched the helicopters take off. I then realized Stan was standing next to me. "Wow," he started, "I can't believe Ms. Ellen was a criminal from Iraq fugitive."

"Yeah, you just never know," I replied.

"Well, I guess I'm sorry I was ignoring you and stuff."

I smiled. "Happy Valentines Day, Stan." I then leaned closer to him, seeing him lean in closer. It really looked like he wanted to kiss me this time! We leaned in closer, and then...

"Bueaah!"

I then felt vomit on my mouth. "Ewe!" I started wiping it off. And then I realized that Stan looked away, embarrassed.

"Sorry," he apologized.

He didn't have to say sorry! This showed how much he felt about me. "No, it's ok, Stan!" He looked at me. "Everything's going to be ok!"