Author's Note: You know, I just realized that I totally forgot to mention something that I probably should've mentioned in the first chapter, which is that I don't own the title, Before He Cheats. It's the title of a song by Carrie Underwood. To be honest, I wanted to come up with an original title for my story, but I literally couldn't think of anything at all, so I decided to just use this title, since it seemed to fit perfectly.


"Goddammit, you guys are such assholes! Untie me right now!" Cartman screamed as he vigorously wiggled back and forth in a chair. His wrists were tied together behind his back with some string, and a larger rope was tied around his entire body so that he was fastened to the chair.

It may have seemed like a difficult task for three small boys to grab and tie down a much, much heavier boy, but surprisingly, they somehow managed to do it within a few minutes. Cartman definitely didn't make it easy, though. He fought his friends along the way, and there was a lot of shoving, kicking, and punching before Stan, Kyle, and Kenny finally strapped Cartman to the chair.

And so, there they were, all grinning victoriously as Cartman continued squirming about in his chair.

"Should we do it now?" Kenny asked Kyle and Stan, the two masterminds behind the whole plan of getting revenge on Cartman.

"Uh…I don't know, what do you think, Kyle?" Stan asked, turning to his best friend to make a decision on the matter.

Needless to say, Kyle was relishing this moment the most out of everyone. Up until this point, Cartman had fucked Kyle over in so many numerous ways in the past, but finally, the tables were turned, and now Cartman was the one at Kyle's mercy. Revenge really was sweet.

"Hmm…I think we should let him suffer just a little bit longer," Kyle replied, his eyes still glued onto the struggling Cartman sitting in front of him.

"Dude, wait a minute…" Stan said, looking around Cartman's living room. "Where the hell is Wendy?" His eyes immediately locked onto Cartman again.

Cartman stopped moving about when he realized that all three boys were staring daggers at him. "What?" he asked.

"Where's Wendy, fatass?" Kyle repeated Stan's question.

Cartman kept his eyes focused on Kyle only. "I'll tell you, Jew…if you untie me first," he said, offering an ultimatum.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Kyle said. "She's probably just in your fucking room, anyway. I'm gonna go check." He turned to do just that, ignoring Cartman's protests as he made his way up the stairs.

Stan looked over at Kenny, who was now sitting comfortably on Cartman's couch. "Dude," he said to get Kenny's attention. Kenny looked at him. "You know what to do." Then he started walking up the stairs to meet up with Kyle, and hopefully, find Wendy.

After Stan was gone, Kenny hopped off the couch and advanced toward Cartman, who had a look of terror on his face.

"Hey, come on, Ken, let's talk about this," Cartman pleaded.

"There's really nothing to talk about," Kenny said. "I'm just obeying the orders that Stan and Kyle gave me."

"Oh, come on, do you really have to listen to everything those two assholes say?" Cartman asked.

Kenny was caught off guard for a second. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked suspiciously.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't be their little bitch. Make your own Goddamn decisions for once, Kenny!" Cartman said.

Kenny's eyebrows noticeably lowered in anger. "Okay, you know what? I was gonna do what Stan and Kyle asked me to do, but just for that, I'm gonna do something else to you instead," he said. "Fuck Stan and Kyle's plan."

Cartman gulped, the fear in him quickly taking over. "What are you gonna do?" he asked worriedly.

Kenny grinned.


"Wendy?" Kyle asked, pushing open the door to Cartman's room. He saw Wendy as soon as he walked in. She was sitting on Cartman's bed, her feet dangling off the edge and swaying back and forth.

"Kyle?" Wendy said in confusion, since she obviously wasn't expecting to see him there whatsoever. "What are you doing here?"

"I just stopped by to…you know, take care of some business," Kyle replied. He really wasn't in the mood to explain everything to Wendy.

Then, out of nowhere, Stan came bursting through the door. "I CAUGHT YOU-" Stan yelled, but then cut off his own sentence once he saw that Kyle was standing right there, and Wendy was all the way on the other side of the room. "Oh, uh, wow. Nevermind."

"Dude, what the hell? What did you think was going on up here? Did you think me and Wendy were actually, you know, doing something? You seriously don't trust me?" Kyle asked, mostly only caring about that last question.

"No, no, it's not you that I don't trust, dude. It's Wendy," Stan said, pointing at her in an accusing manner.

"Me?" Wendy asked, her eyebrows shooting up out of complete surprise.

"Yeah! Dude, Kyle told me what you did, Wendy! He said you kissed Cartman, and don't try to lie and say you didn't, because we both know it happened," Stan said.

"What? But…uh…oh God…" Wendy said, putting her head in her hands. She was deeply ashamed of herself, and not only was she now having serious regrets about what she did, she was also wishing she could just take it all back.

"Look, Wendy, I just need to know something," Stan said as he began approaching her. He stopped when he was just a few centimeters away from her face, and once he was, he tucked a hand under her chin and lifted her head up until her eyes met his. He saw that there were tears in her eyes, but it was almost impossible to feel sorry for her at a time like this. Not after what she did. "Why?" he finally asked.

She blinked hard, which caused a tear to escape from one of her eyes and roll down her cheek. "I…I don't know, Stan! I mean, I know you weren't trying to hurt me, but you really did, and as much as I can't stand Cartman…well…he was trying to comfort me, and I…I guess I was just feeling vulnerable…"

As Wendy poured her heart out to Stan, Kyle was watching it all unfold from across the room. He was feeling very awkward then, like he was the third wheel, and that he should probably leave the room so that the two of them could have some privacy.

He saw Stan sit on the bed next to Wendy. Yeah, now Kyle knew for sure that it was definitely time for him to go. If he stayed any longer, he would probably have to witness the two of them kiss and make up…literally. Hell, they probably already forgot that Kyle was still in the room with them. He decided he would just sneak right out. They wouldn't notice anyway.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a loud scream coming from downstairs. "What the hell?" Kyle asked aloud absentmindedly. "Was that Cartman?" He bolted out of Cartman's room, not even realizing that Stan and Wendy were following behind him as he ran down the stairs to see what the hell was going on.

Kenny stopped what he was doing and turned when he heard the footsteps coming from behind him. "What?" he asked innocently.

"Dude, Kenny, what the hell are you doing?" Kyle asked, noticing that Kenny was holding a black Sharpie marker in his right hand.

"I'm just having a little fun, that's all," Kenny said, maintaining the innocent tone in his voice.

Kyle walked over to Kenny and pushed him out of the way so he could see for himself what Kenny did. His mouth immediately fell open when he laid his eyes on Cartman.

"What? What the hell did that poor son of a bitch draw on my forehead?" Cartman asked. He could tell that, by the look on Kyle's face, it had to be something bad.

Kyle was very hesitant with his reply. "Uh…it's a…"

"Penis," Kenny answered for him. "It looks good, doesn't it? I was gonna draw boobs on his cheeks next, but then you guys showed up."

"Goddammit, Kenny!" Cartman growled.

Both Stan and Wendy were trying to hold back their laughter.

"Ay, wipe that fucking smile off your face, Stan!" Cartman ordered, spotting him near the staircase, but Stan just broke out into a laughing fit then. Wendy did the same. "I hate you guys," Cartman said under his breath. "Alright, seriously, I've had enough of this crap. Untie me already!"

"No, fatass, not until you apologize," Kyle said.

"Apologize?" Cartman asked, saying it as if it was the strangest request he had ever heard. "For what?"

"For kissing Wendy, dumbass," Kyle replied.

The atmosphere in the room changed then. Stan and Wendy had stopped laughing, and now everyone looked solemn. There was so much tension in the air that you could practically cut it with a knife.

"I'm not apologizing for that," Cartman said sternly.

Kyle folded his arms. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm not fucking sorry for doing it, that's why!" Cartman snapped back. "That ho isn't sorry about it either. Isn't that right, Wendy?"

All four boys looked at Wendy now. She stared back at them with fear in her eyes.

"Yeah, you know what, I'm sick of this," Stan said. "Who's it gonna be, Wendy? Me or him?"


Additional Author's Note: I feel like sharing a random story with you guys…

So, my brother won a game at this little fair that we all went to this past weekend, and the prize he picked out was a Stan plushie, and do you wanna hear the sweet part? He gave it to me.

…Well, I basically stole it from him, but I did ask him if I could have it, and he said yes.

It's really cute. The poofball on Stan's hat is so fluffy. :D

On another note, next chapter is the last one! I dunno if that's considered good news or bad news, though… But, in the meantime, I'm interested to know what you guys thought about this chapter, so…you know what to do. ;D