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Chapter 3

Wendy's POV

I still can't believe that I was rejected my Cartman! Eric Cartman of all people! I have the feeling I'm going to end up losing the bet! I decided to stop by Tweek's Coffee Shop after school to get a latte. As soon as I walk in, I see a couple making out. I roll my eyes and proceed with ordering my latte.

"Here you go Wendy!" Tweek tells me five minutes later.

"Thanks Tweek!" I smile.

As I'm walking out, I notice the couple making is Stan and I guess heather. "Hi Stan..." I greet him.

They finally decide to come up for air and look at me. "Oh hey Wendy. This is Heather." He tells me pointing at her.

I shake my head and snicker. "I just wanted to say hi, carrying on with what you were doing." I can feel the jealousy taking over me.

"Let's go back to my place, handsome! It's getting too crowded in here." Heather begs.

"Anything for you kitten." He kisses her again.

Oh God, kitten? These two are going to make me gag. I feel like now they're trying to rub their relationship in my face. Those assholes!

"It was nice seeing you Wendy." He smiles.

"Likewise..." I glare at him and Heather.

"Come on Stan!" Heather calls out, practically dragging Stan out of there.

I watch the two of them walk to his car. They hold hands the entire time. He even opens the door for her! What the hell? He NEVER did that for me! Now I'm really angry. I end up throwing my latte on the ground.

"Shit!" I yell out. I clean up my mess and head out.

As I'm driving home, I pass by Ruby Tuesday. I decide to pull into the parking lot to see if Cartman's working. I get out my car to go in when I see Cartman walk out.

"Hi..." I say casually as I walk past him.

"Are you stalking me?" He asks.

"Excuse me?"

"You know stalking is illegal." He smirks. "Maybe I should call the police on you."

I roll my eyes. "Oh come on! It's an open restaurant! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I like the food?"

"I've never seen you in here before."

I shrug. "Have you seen every single customer that's been in the establishment?"

"Well...no, but-"

"Ok then!" I interrupt him. "I'm not stalking you so get over yourself."

"Whatever..." He starts to walk off.

"Hey wait!" He turns back around. "Are you off work?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Are you in a hurry?" He shakes his head. "Do you want to hang out or something?"

I notice he starts blushing. "What's the sudden interest in wanting to hang out with me all of a sudden?"

"Why not?" I smile. "It could be fun."

He pushes up his glasses. "I'm not smart, you know."

"Huh?"

"I'm not smart. What did you think, "there's that dork Cartman, he can tutor me". Well guess what? I can't! My grades suck and I'll be lucky if I graduate on time."

"Eric, I have the second highest GPA in our class..." I smile again.

"Oh..." He starts blushing again. "You can call me Cartman by the way. Everyone else does."

"Why? Do you like being called by your last name?"

He shrugs. "Not really, but I guess in a way in makes me feel somewhat cool."

"Well I think I'll call you Eric. That is your name, remember?" I laugh.

He snickers. "Yeah." He starts looking around nervously. "I guess I better get going."

"Hey Eric, if you want, I can tutor you."

"Do you have time for that?"

"I can make time. Since you're not busy, how about we go back to your place."

"Why do you want to help me? Are you starting some Nerd Outreach program or something?"

I frown. "God, do you have to be so rude? I just want to help!"

"So what's in it for you?"

"Nothing. If you don't want my help then fine! Fail while the rest of us graduate and go off to college while you're still stuck in high school with the children."

His face turns red, this time with anger. "Fuck you!" He storms off.

Cartman's POV

"I think you should apologize to her." Butters tells me. Butters and I hang out a lot. He's actually the only person I hang out with. Both of us are outcasts at school so we settled our differences and became good friends.

"Pfft, I'm not apologizing to her!"

"Oh come on Eric! The most popular girl in school suddenly wants to hang out with you. Aren't you the least bit curious?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I shrug. "It's probably a set up. She wants to hang out with me so Stan can see us and kick my ass again!"

"Oh come on that only happened once and you weren't even talking to Wendy! Besides, you don't have to worry about Stan. They broke up."

"They did?" That news has suddenly sparked my interest.

"Yeah, you didn't know that? Stan dumped Wendy for an older chick. Where have you been? Even I knew that."

"I see."

"So when you see Wendy tomorrow, apologize and tell her you would love to hang out. Ask her out on a date or something."

"No way! I can't ask her out."

"Why not? Show her that you're interested."

"What if she turns me down…" The last thing I want to do is become more of an outcast than I already am.

"Come on Eric, don't be a pussy. Ask her out!"

I roll my eyes. "Ok, I'll give it a shot. I really hate you sometimes."

"But you'll thank me later!"

The next day at school, I see Wendy with Bebe and Nicole. Butters is trying to encourage me to ask Wendy out. I don't want to do it because her friends are right there and I don't want to embarrass. He decides to take matters into his own hands pushes me in Wendy's directions. Unfortunately for me, I trip over my shoelace and fall to the ground right in front of her. My books and papers fall everywhere. I hear Bebe and Nicole giggle.

"God, what a dork!" Bebe laughs as she kicks one of my books.

"Stop it Bebe!" Wendy tells her.

"Let's go Bebe!" I hear Nicole whisper as the two of them walk off.

Wendy bends down and helps me pick up my books. "You really have to learn to stop being so clumsy." She tells me as she hands me my books.

"Thanks, yeah you're right." I can feel myself blushing.

She looks down at my shoes. "I see what your problem is." The next thing I know, she's tying my shoes. She stands up and smiles. "You really should learn how to tie your shoes…"

I frown. "I know how to my goddamn shoes!" I'll admit because of my weight sometimes it hard to bend over and tie my shoes so that's a sensitive topic for me.

She scowls. "God, I was just trying to help!" She starts to walk off.

"Wendy wait! I'm sorry." She turns back towards me. "I was rude just now and yesterday. Can I make it up to you?"

"Sure. How are you going to do that?"

I start fidgeting with my papers and I look away from her. "Maybe we can hang out after school…"

"That's cool and go where?"

"How about Five Guys? My treat."

"Sounds great! I'll meet you there at 4."

"Ok, see you!" I rush off.

Wendy's POV

So as agreed, Cartman and I met at Five Guys at 4. I ordered a little cheeseburger and fries while he ordered 3 bacon cheeseburgers and 2 large Cajun fries. He's halfway through his second burger. I can see why he's so damn fat. It's actually disgusting watching him eat.

"Thanks for agreeing to go out with me Wendy." He says while he's chewing.

"Please don't talk with your mouth full…"

He swallows. "Sorry…"

"And you're welcome."

He smiles. "So what made you decide to talk to me of all people? You haven't spoken to me since elementary school. What are you trying to get my vote for prom queen or something?"

"No!" I shrug. "I don't know what made me decide." I continue to watch him eat. "Not to be rude or anything, but have you ever thought about going on a diet?"

He looks at me. "Well of course I have, but I love food and I hate exercise. I would like to lose at least 100 pounds. I'm tired of being made fun of for being fat."

I kind of feel sorry for him because I'm guilty of doing that. "Just make healthier choices. I go to the gym a few times a week. Maybe you can come with me sometime. I'll be like your personal trainer."

"You will?"

"Sure. We can start now." I take away his last burger. "Take this to go. There's no reason you need to eat 3 bacon cheeseburgers at one time, that's just greedy. This can be your lunch tomorrow."

He nods. "I can do that."

"Good. Try to eat more salads and less greasy foods like burgers. Eat those in moderation. Once you start working out and eating better, you'll see the weight come off."

"I've never had anyone that cared enough to help me."

"What about your mom?"

"She works three jobs and I have school and my job so we really don't get a chance to communicate."

"Oh…" Wow, that's really sad.

"Yeah, it sucks, but we have to make sure the bills are paid and we can stay in our house."

"We?" That's odd.

"Yeah. I don't make much, but the little I do make, I help mom with some of the bills."

"But you said your mom has three jobs."

"She cleans houses, a waitress, and a receptionist. None of those jobs pay a lot. Once I was old enough to work, I got a job so I can help her. Sure, I don't get to see her much anymore, but at least I still have a roof over my head and food in the fridge."

I never realized his mom was struggling like that. That really explains a lot about his appearance. "You know Eric, if you ever need some kind of financial help, let me know. I can help anyway that I can."

"Thanks Wendy."

"No problem. I want to see you succeed in something. I'm still open to tutoring you."

He nods. "Yeah, I really need that. If I fail Calculus, I won't graduate."

"I'll make sure you don't fail. We'll start tomorrow. I'll come to your house after school, how does that sound?"

His eyes light up. "Sounds good." I stare into his eyes for a minute. "What? Are my glasses crooked?"

I take his glasses off. "Why do you wear these things?"

"I have an astigmatism in both eyes."

"But your eyes are really…really nice. You shouldn't hide them."

He starts laughing. "Come on Wendy, that's the best you can do?"

"What?"

"Your eyes are really nice? What's the deal with you?"

"I'm just being honest with you."

He takes his glasses and puts them back on. "The most popular girl in school suddenly wants to hang out with a loser like me, then you're touching my face and telling me how nice my eyes are. No, this is surreal!" He gets up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I'll let you tutor me and help me lose weight, but the rest of this is too weird. I'll see you."

"How are you going to get home? You don't have a car."

"I'll walk, I can start my weight loss journey. Bye!" He rushes out the door. I can't believe this. Once again, this guy has left me dumbfounded. I never imagined I would have to work this hard with him…

Preview:

Cartman has his first outing with Wendy and her friends.