Yeah, I've really got nothing to say. I'm dropping in the time it takes me to post new chapters mostly because I don't want to neglect my other stories, and I also have to catch up on schoolwork and stuff like that. So, yeah, there's that.
"I'm like yeah, whatever, we're still living like that!"
Chapter Fourteen – I knew you were trouble when you walked in
"Man," Wendy laughed as she won another gold trophy in Mario Kart. "Are you guys even trying? This is too easy!"
"If we say we let you win to make you feel better, can we still keep our dignity?" Kenny asked, throwing his control down in defeat.
"Maybe," Wendy said, smiling down at him. Kenny rolled his eyes at her but didn't reply. They had been playing Mario Kart for about an hour now, and the three of them were relieved to see that Wendy's tears had stopped, as she became too caught up in beating them all at Mario Kart.
"Come on, Kenny," Cartman said sarcastically. "I thought you said you were a master at Mario Kart." Kenny glared at him.
"Shut up," he growled.
"You guys want to try a different game?" Kyle asked with an amused grin.
"Yeah, sure," Cartman agreed. "It's not like we have homework or anything."
"We do have homework," Wendy pointed out.
"Yeah, but's not like I'm gonna actually do it," Cartman told her.
They played Mario Party next, and had to listen to a ten-minute rant from Kenny about how Donkey Kong stopped being a playable character after Mario Party 4, and how stupid that was, which was only matched by his previous rant about slowly replacing all of the characters in the racing games with babies.
It wasn't until near dinner time when Kyle's parents finally returned home and Kyle forced everyone to leave. Before she left though, Wendy turned and trapped Kyle into a tight hug.
"Thanks, Kyle," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "It was really sweet of you and the guys to cheer me up. I'm sorry for troubling you guys."
Kyle, taken completely off guard by the hug, hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Sure, Wendy," he muttered. "I mean, what are friends for?"
Wendy smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek before turning and leaving. Kyle just stood there for a moment before sighing and making his way back to the living room.
"I didn't know you were dating Wendy now," his mom said from behind him, startling him. He rolled his eyes, glad that she couldn't see him do so.
"We're not dating, mom," he pointed out to her. "I would never date my best friend's ex. Even if we are fighting at the moment." His mother made a rather disappointed "oh," and left the room before Kyle could ask her what the hell that was supposed to mean.
The next morning, Wendy felt in much higher spirits, though she had to make a point to not even sort of glance in Angela's direction, otherwise she was afraid that she would fall into despair all over again.
"Hey Wendy," Bebe greeted when she sat down next to her on the bus. "How come you weren't at cheerleading practice? We were all worried about you."
"I'm sorry, Bebe," Wendy replied, trying to look nonchalant about it. "I just had something personal to deal with and I completely forgot about it. Did anything interesting happen?"
"Not really," Bebe told her. She gave her friend an odd look before continuing. "Red told me she saw you crying after Stan and Angela kissed. Is that why you couldn't make it?"
Wendy froze for a moment. Why did she have to bring that up? Should she lie about it and say she had no idea what she was talking about? Something told her that wouldn't work on Bebe. She let out a long sigh before answering.
"I just got upset is all," she said. "But I'm better now." Bebe didn't look too convinced. "Honestly! I'm ok!"
When they got to school, however, Wendy made sure to stay close to her friends, keeping a barrier around herself so that she wouldn't have to see Angela or Stan.
Kenny, Kyle and Cartman, however, were actively discussing what they were going to do about the situation. It was sort of hard to do, since it seemed like Angela was determined to just keep Stan's friends as far away from him as possible. It was like she was poisoning his mind somehow.
"I'm only ninety percent certain she's not really a witch and she cast a spell on him or something," Cartman commented, glancing over at the two of them when they sat down for lunch.
"How can Stan not even feel the tiniest bit guilty about abandoning us like this?" Kenny growled, glaring over at them.
Kyle was about to reply, but then Angela leaned over and began making out with Stan. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Wendy freeze as she was walking over to their table, having spotted the couple. She was having a better time than yesterday in trying to keep it together, but he could see that tears were starting to come to her eyes.
"Ok, that's it," Kyle growled, slamming his fists on the table and standing up. Cartman and Kenny both stared in shock as he angrily stormed to the other side of the cafeteria. He walked up to Stan and tapped him on the shoulder. "Stan, I need to talk to you privately."
"No," Stan growled at him. "Fuck off." He turned back to Angela as Kyle frowned at him. Before he could continue his conversation with her, however, Kyle grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him out of the cafeteria. People stopped and stared as he dragged him through the hall before stopping at a closet and roughly shoving his friend in and following him. Stan spun around and glared at him, rubbing his sore ear as Kyle closed the door and turned to him, leaning against it.
"Let me out of here, Kyle," Stan ordered him with a snarl. Kyle simply folded his arms in reply. "I said let me out! What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with you?" Kyle snapped at him. "How can you possibly believe the girl you barely know over your own friends? I know you won't believe that she kissed me, but have you stopped to think that maybe she was lying as well?"
"I don't need a lecture from you as well," Stan growled.
"Well, apparently you do," he replied. "Would you have believed Angela if I had come to you first instead of her? Or if I had told you about any of the flirting she had done before that moment?" Stan opened his mouth to reply, but froze, not knowing how to respond. Kyle raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to answer.
"If she had been flirting with you, why didn't you just tell me?" Stan asked eventually. His friend let out a sigh.
"Because I didn't want to ruin your first relationship since Wendy," he replied. "And because I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. I was hoping to talk her about it, but then all of this bullshit happened." Stan narrowed his eyes at him. "Look, I'm not expecting you to believe me or anything, I just want you to not take it out on Kenny, Cartman and Wendy."
Stan blinked in shock at him. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, looking down at the floor. Kyle rolled his eyes in response.
"You do too," he replied. "You didn't have to shout at Kenny when he was trying to defend me, you know. Or Cartman."
"Fine, I get it," Stan replied, visibly becoming calmer at last. Kyle let out a sigh of relief.
"And I wouldn't make out with Angela when Wendy's around anymore," he warned him. "You might not think so, but she's not as over your break up as you may believe."
Finally, Kyle moved aside and let the door swing open. Stan stood there for a moment before starting to make his way out the door. He paused for a moment as he roughly brushed past Kyle.
"I still don't trust you," he hissed at him. Then he made his way out into the hallway and hurried back towards the cafeteria before his friend could reply, leaving Kyle to glare after him.
Stan had never felt so confused in his entire life. He wanted to trust Kyle. He wanted to believe him and his friends. But he didn't want to believe that Angela really had kissed his best friend and was just using him to get to Kyle. It would mean that she didn't really love him at all like the way he did.
And he was completely taken off guard by the last thing Kyle had said. Wendy still had feelings for him? He thought she didn't care or had already moved on. She had broken up with him, after all. It made no sense to him.
He didn't pay attention to really anything for the rest of the day, even to Angela when she talked to him. After school, he was putting his things back into his locker, when he noticed his three friends and Wendy walk by him, talking and laughing with one another. He stared after them for a moment, letting out a sigh. He had to admit, it was getting kind of lonely with only Angela to talk to. Maybe he shouldn't have alienated his friends like that.
With a sigh, he found himself making his way to the guidance councilor's office. He already knew that Mr. Mackey wasn't there, since Cartman had told him a long time ago, but he still felt like he needed a little guidance at the moment. Cartman had described in great detail the terrifyingness of Dr. Pidd, but it still didn't prepare him for the scariest looking smile and set of teeth he had ever seen when he walked in. Just one look at her made him believe that the theme from Psycho should follow her everywhere she went.
"Um, hi," Stan greeted, taking a step back nervously. "I-I'm…"
"Stan Marsh!" Dr. Pidd interrupted, standing up to greet him. "Yes! I've heard a lot about you, you know! Come on in! What can I do for you?"
Immediately Stan had second thoughts about confiding in this lady, but his mouth apparently didn't agree with his brain, because it was already telling Dr. Pidd all of his worries and problems and the dilemma he had been going through. Dr. Pidd listened carefully, keeping the same, creepy smile on her face the entire time. She hesitated for a moment when he finished his story, thinking it over for a moment.
"And now you want to kill your best friend?" she asked in a way as if she was asking a dog to do a trick for her. Stan blinked in confusion at her.
"What? No, of course not!" he replied after a moment. "I never said that!"
"Look, Stan," she said as if he hadn't said anything. "I know it's natural to be jealous or angry, but that's not worth going down a violent path for. I mean, I would understand if you did want to hurt him in some way, but you'd have to cover your tracks to do it."
There was a long pause before Stan spoke again.
"Are you trying to suggest that try to kill my best friend just because the girl I'm dating might like him more than me?" he asked her hesitantly.
"No! Of course not!" Dr. Pidd replied, winking repeatedly at him. "Violence is never the answer. You just have to confront your problem head on! Metaphorically, of course. Do you understand?"
"Not even sort of," Stan replied. He let out a long sigh and looked at the ground. "I just want to know, am I overreacting to all of this?"
"Of course not, sweetie," she told him. "Everything you're feeling is perfectly natural. After all, why would your new girlfriend screw everything up with you by kissing your best friend? That's just silly!"
Stan was about to remind her that he already told her why Angela would sabotage their relationship, but he was interrupted by Dr. Pidd quickly saying that that was all the time she had for him and quickly shoved him out of her office. He was startled to see Clyde standing on the other side of the hallway, staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Stan asked, trying not to sound nervous. Clyde blinked at him.
"I got detention," he replied simply. "What's up with you?"
"I was just, er, getting some advice," Stan mumbled. Clyde shrugged and started to walk away, before Stan quickly stopped him again. "Clyde, do you think I'm overreacting? Do you think I'm being used?"
"Did she tell you were overreacting?" Clyde asked, looking past him and nodding at the room he had just left. Stan blinked at him.
"No," he replied.
"Then you probably are," Clyde said. Stan couldn't help but stare at him for his answer.
"What makes you say that?" he asked him.
"Because I've been forced to see her already," Clyde answered. "She's absolutely insane." Stan waited for him to explain. He let out a sigh. "She suggested that I violently stab Tweek to death," he said eventually. Stan stared in shock at him, but Clyde didn't give him an explanation for this and instead just turned and continued down the hall, leaving Stan to just stare after him.
Well, as much as I want to continue on with this chapter, I've pretty much accomplished everything I wanted to do. So, I'll end it here. Otherwise, I'd just go on to babble on and on. Next chapter is going to be pretty fun, and it's the last chapter before the Valentine's Day carnival (oh yeah, I forgot that was a thing). That will be fun. And awkward. But mostly awkward. Don't forget to leave a review! And remember, an apple a day will keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough!