Chapter Twenty Five

Before Wendy could plan the annihilation of Heidi she had to sort things out with the person she cared about most. As soon as she had made her way up to her room she reached for her phone which was depressingly free of missed calls or messages and she called her best friend. She knew that Bebe would have been home by now perhaps she had even settled down a little. Wendy pressed the phone up to her ear and listened to it ring out.

Flinging herself down on the bed she wondered if she should just keep trying. Bebe wasn't the type to turn her phone off or even put it on silent. If Wendy just kept calling her then she would have to pick up eventually. Looking around her room she saw in surprise that Cartman's jacket was still hanging on her door. Guess she was hanging onto that now.

She got up off the bed and pulled the coat down. Cartman's intoxicating smell had more or less left it but it was comforting to have it around her shoulders all the same. She returned to her bed and tried calling Bebe again.

She listened to the phone ring imagining Bebe on the other side of town watching her phone deciding whether or not to answer it. Wendy bit her lip hoping desperately that she'd get a chance to talk to her friend and explain what she should have done before they got into this mess. Cartman's jacket felt nice against her bare skin and it quickly warmed her up as if he were hugging her himself.

"I'm not talking to you" Bebe's voice suddenly snapped in Wendy's phone and Wendy's face broke into a smile of relief. Despite her best friend's childish answer the girl in fact was talking to her.

"Fine, don't talk to me but let me to talk to you", Wendy began. The pair of them had fights before, fights bigger than this and they had always come through them. "I'm sorry Be I am, but you have to know that Heidi set the whole thing up".

"Right? And you and Kyle just conveniently posed in bondage style for her camera. Why the fuck were you even alone with him like that?".

Wendy sighed but at least Bebe was talking to her. That was more that she could have hoped for at the moment. "Me and Cartman were blackmailing him" she said. "He had seen us kissing and I wasn't ready for Stan to know".

"Yeah well it's too bad for that now. God I'm so pissed! I'm not sure whether to be more pissed at you or more pissed at Kyle!"

"Be pissed at whoever you want just promise we'll still be friends" Wendy said she could feel the tears coming on again.

But it was Bebe who bet her to the waterworks Wendy heard her voice crack over the phone. "Why doesn't he like me Wendy? What did I do wrong? I thought we had a really good shot" she burst out. The blonde girl was so upset now that she didn't care that she was meant to be mad with Wendy. Deep in her heart she knew the girl wouldn't' do anything to hurt her.

"Bebe it's nobody's fault", Wendy tried to soothe her best friend. Glad that they were at least talking again. "Do you want me to come over we can talk about it properly?"

"I don't know if I want to see you just now", Bebe told her and her words stung "I'm still mad at you Wendy, we're best friends, you're meant to tell me shit like this. Why the fuck didn't you?"

"I didn't want to hurt you", Wendy sighed. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone".

"Yeah okay, I'm gonna hang up now before I get too angry to control what I'm saying", Bebe said and before Wendy could say anything the girl on the other end of the line promptly hung up.

8

Wendy did not sleep well that night. She tossed and turned in her bed her head mixed up with thoughts of what would happen tomorrow, strange scenarios ran through her mind all more awful than the one before. She had to think of what to do with Heidi. The more publically humiliating the better and she had to make it seem like it was all Heidi's doing so the blame couldn't be traced.

Thoughts of dodgy diet pills, lurid hair dye and thumb tacts on chairs weren't going to cut it. But going to the mercenaries was just too extreme. She needed to do what Heidi had done to her only in front of more people and in a way that would get her into more trouble.

8

Come Monday morning there were large bags under Wendy's eyes and frustration still on her mind. She didn't want to look so haggard and run down first day back facing everyone but she really didn't have a choice. Her alarm for school hadn't gone off on time and she was running desperately late. Shoving random books in her bag hoping that they would be the right ones.

Looking over at her clock it had just ticked over to quarter past nine. She was going to miss the better part of first period. But she knew she had to rock up if she didn't then everyone would call her a chicken.

Pulling her bag over her shoulder she set off her head still buzzing with the possibilities of what to do with Heidi. Racing along the freezing streets of South Park she went through the possibilities and grew frustrated with her limitations.

Finally getting into school the corridors were quiet except for the occasional stragglers and drop outs who were still loitering along. Some of them looked up at Wendy but only for a moment, Wendy doubted that they'd know or even care about what happened on the weekend so she didn't pay them much attention.

She was opening up her locker when a hulking mass caught her eye. She turned around and caught sight of the figure properly. It was Cartman shuffling along the corridor his eyes staring through blankly as if he was in another world. Either he hadn't seen her or he was pretending to ignore her. She bit her lip for a moment trying to figure out whether she should call out to him or not. Just as he had almost passed her she just cried out.

"So you're fucking using the silent treatment on me now are you?" They weren't the wisest choice of words and definitely not the ones that Wendy had been planning to get him back on her side.

Cartman whirled around. "Silent treatment doesn't work on bitches who don't fucking shut up".

"Oh so we're back here are we?" Wendy spat her pent up aggression suddenly finding an outlet.

"Where exactly where were we meant to be going?" Cartman glared back at her his voice a terrifying hiss. He put himself right up in her face and Wendy couldn't decide whether she wanted to punch him or kiss him. "Or am I just the stop over until you work things out with football fag".

"Don't talk about Stan like that" Wendy hissed suddenly her books had fallen from her arms and she had shoved Cartman away from her.

"You mean the same Stan who's been wearing you as fucking beard for the last eleven years!" Cartman's voice was louder now and Wendy grabbed onto him fiercely as he tried to steady her. They were starting to draw attention now and Wendy realized that she couldn't continue yelling and fighting but she still wanted to get point across. She looked around and then dragged him into a spare room across from her locker.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Wendy snarled. "Stan's not like that".

"Whatever hippie", Cartman said folding his arms looking smug. "All I know is whether he's screwing Jew boy or not he's still more into him than he is you".

"Shut up!" Wendy snarled unleashing a fresh attack upon Cartman. She was too angry to answer anymore intelligently.

Cartman held her steady with so much ease it was almost as if Wendy's attack had bored him. She half expected him to yawn. She struggled against him and he had to use a bit more force.

"Why are you so fucking jealous of Stan?" Wendy asked hoping to throw him off guard. "He's all you fucking talk about!"

"I would have thought that was obvious ho" Cartman's reaction surprised her. His voice had gone tender all of a sudden and he let go of her only to stroke her hair. His touch surprisingly similar to Stan's though his hands were warmer and of course larger. She was suddenly aware of how alone they were and the possibilities of the empty room around them. There was so much potential for this room to be used for ahem other purposes.

Wendy wished that she didn't go quite she wished she could say that she fought him off but she didn't. She went dead still - enjoying this kind of touch.

"Cartman" Wendy somehow was able to breath. She wanted to explain herself. She wanted to set things right. "I- "

Cartman didn't her finish instead he pulled her into an aggressive kiss. Wendy struggled for a moment before letting herself give in. She melted against his lips that were surprisingly warm and sweet. She felt his hands at the small of her waist sliding underneath her thick jumper her skin tingled at his touch. His fingers went under the bottom of her shirt tracing the warm skin. They continue to massage her further and further down until Wendy let out a small gasp. She could feel his hot breath panting against her neck as he began to kiss her jaw. He had gotten a lot better at this than the last time they were at. With the desire building at a tremendous rate Wendy almost couldn't take it. The world around her seemed to disappear until she realized what she was doing and she pushed him away.

"Don't you dare think you can-" she began but Cartman quickly covered her mouth with hand.

"Shut the fuck up ho". It was odd. Somehow those words coming out of his mouth were affectionate. "Come here".

Wendy was ashamed of the lack of resistance she showed. In fact she all but collided with Cartman in her enthusiasm as he bent down to kiss her again. Their heads smacked against one another and Wendy fell back from the pain.

The pair rubbed their heads embarrassed muttering apologies.

"We really need to get to class" Wendy said. It was quarter to ten now and soon enough there would be questions.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Do you have to be such a pussy?"

"Don't talk to me like that", Wendy glared at him and for a moment they were enemies again. "Besides I have very big plans today involving a Miss. Heidi Turner".

Cartman's eyes lit up as if excited by the prospect. "So what have you got planned?"

Wendy smirked knowingly. "That would spoil the surprise", she smiled letting him pull her close once more.

A/N- Thanks everyone for reading/reviewing. You guys seriously make me so happy! Much love to you all :D