"Stan!"

I ignore her calling voice as I slam my History book into my locker. She's been trying to talk to me all day, and I haven't let her succeed. When she calls again I begin to become irritated. Why does she need me? She's got Clyde! Even though Craig told me the other day that they were together, it still freaked me out. What's Clyde compared to me?

"Stan, come on!" she shouts, and I hear the clicking of her boots as she slams my locker shut. "You've been avoiding me."

"No shit," I reply angrily, glaring at her and turning away.

She walks around me and blocks my path. "We need to talk."

"What's there to talk about? We're through, Wendy, it's over," I say, making the finalization in my voice clear. Saying this is not bothering me one bit. It's strange to have absolutely no feeling at all for her.

"Stan, listen," she badgers exasperatedly, "What you saw the other night… it's not what you think…"

I bite my lip. "What was it then?"

"I um… well… it was a mistake. I didn't know what I was doing!" she defends pathetically.

Luckily, I know better. "Fuck that, Wendy, you've been dating the douche bag for weeks! Don't think I haven't pieced this together and don't think I haven't talked to people. You can't lie to me anymore."

"Talked to people… uh huh, you shouldn't trust Bebe, she's a fucking lunatic!"

"Bebe's a lunatic?" I say with a look of amusement. God, Wendy's stupid sometimes.

She has a disgusted look on her face. "Look, everyone knows that she's a gossip. And that's why everyone hates her."

"Some friend you are," I note.

"Shut up," she snaps, "So seriously, are you going to trust the girl who's been lying her whole life and just suddenly is an emotional shoulder to cry on? Or are you going to trust me, your girlfriend since forever, who has never lied to you until now."

I laugh. "Look. Bebe may be a gossip, but there's a difference between gossiping and lying. Gossiping is when you hear shit and you tell everybody and spread stuff. You believe that it's true. Lying is when you come out and say something downright untruthful to someone just to dig your own grave."

"Fuck you, Stan, why don't you just go hook up with that bitch if she's such a good person!" she squeals, her angry eyes shining slightly with tears.

I shrug. "Well, maybe I'd be able to get on with my life if you'd quit stalking me. Trust me, I can get a restraining order. Kyle's dad is a lawyer and…"

"I'm not stalking you! I'm trying to make you see reason!"

"All you're doing is giving me a reason to hate you!" I fire back.

She glares angrily at me before stomping down the hall, her expensive high-heeled boots clicking with every step.

I've never been this alone before. My usual tablemates, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny all ditched school today. Of course, I've been alone before, like when Kenny and Cartman ditch on the same day Kyle happens to be sick, but on those days I usually sit with Butters, Tweek, Craig, Damien, and Clyde. I can't bear to be near Clyde, who is making out with Wendy right now.

I am startled to hear the slam of a tray across from me. "Hi Stan," Bebe greets cheerfully.

She looks prettier than she did this morning. She obviously redid her makeup, and the little amount of eyeliner makes her bright blue eyes pop. Her curly hair is pulled into two braids at the sides of her face. I smile at her and say, "Hey Bebe. You don't usually sit here. What's up?"

"Eh… nowhere else to sit," she replies, shrugging. "I heard that Wendy was pissed off in fourth period. What happened?"

I grin. "I told her that I'd get a restraining order if she kept stalking me."

She giggles and my heart flutters a little bit. "Wow, nice one. So, was the math test really hard?"

I think back to the test. I remember sitting at the desk… and then there was a dead cricket in the light… eww… but then she handed out the test… and then I noticed the cricket was still alive… shit, did I watch it roll over during the entire period? Double shit, did I turn in a blank test? "Uh… I got distracted…" I admit.

"By what?"

"A living dead cricket…" I reply sheepishly.

She laughs again until we feel a jolt on the bench. "Whoops, sorry, didn't mean to!"

We look up to see dark brown eyes looking at us from under a lavender hat. "Yeah whatever, bye," Bebe says quickly, rolling her eyes and stabbing her pie.

"Wow, Bebe, I can't believe you're eating pie! Do you realize how much fat there is?" She shudders.

Bebe is unfazed. "Yeah, but it tastes great."

"Well… I guess it doesn't hurt to eat it. What have you got to lose?" she adds, eyeing Bebe up and down.

There is a sharp glare from the blue eyes as Bebe says, "Well, at least my pie will keep me from having chicken legs."

I snort and Clyde glares at the two of us. "Come on, baby, let's go."

"It doesn't matter, Clyde, they're obviously just jealous."

Bebe has ignored the last few seconds. She's just staring at Wendy's legs in awe. "How do those things support your weight? Especially your big head?"

"Oh that's mature," Wendy snaps, "Don't be pissed at me because you lost all your friends and your forced to hang with those losers. I know you're hanging out with Stan and Kyle now."

"So?" Bebe asks, "They're pretty high up on the popularity list!"

"Yeah, but they're not the type of people you should be hanging out with. They're bad for your image, especially Kyle and Cartman."

"Kyle's a nerd fag," Clyde adds.

Suddenly, another voice pops out of nowhere. "Shut up, asshole."

It's Red. She has dark circles around her eyes and her long hair is scraggly and sloppily tied up. "Oh my god, what the hell happened to you? Are you a zombie?" Wendy squeals.

"Listen up. The people around here are going through enough hell right now, and you're even the cause of some of it. So you better get the fuck out of here before I break your stupid six-inch heels and shove them right up your tiny little…"

"Red… calm down…" Bebe warns. It's good advice; Red's voice has become high pitched and loud, causing lots of people to turn around.

Red angrily takes her red Gatorade and douses Wendy. "Get that stain out, bitch!" she yells before stomping off to the girl's bathroom.

"Oh my god!" Wendy's screaming, "This is a fucking new sweater! Shit!"

Bebe and me laugh as Clyde fruitlessly tries to comfort her. He reaches out his arm but she swats it away. "Just leave me alone! Leave me alone, asshole!" she yells before turning to us. "And you two, just because you're so in love with each other doesn't mean you can kick me out of your lives. I'll be back, bitches, I'll be back."

Her eyes are wide with anger, which makes us laugh more. We both know why she's so freaked; she loves her clothes more than anything- her friends, family, animals- it's insane!

But then we meet each other's eyes, remembering one of Wendy's phrases.

Just because you're so in love with each other… with each other…

I hate Wendy's fucking guts, but I know that she has good judgment on who likes who and if they should be together. Sure, Wendy hadn't given us her blessings, but if she suspected Bebe liked me, this really could go somewhere.

Or maybe it was just the awkward silence and wishful hopes speaking.

Sorry this chapter sucks so much ass. I wrote it at like 2 in the morning. Meh, I really needed to get some work done, though.

So I hope you liked it anyway. Yes, I know both Wendy and Clyde are being total... what's the word... douche bags, I guess. I like that term.

Love ya! Your friend, Lori.