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Chapter 7

Cartman's POV

"You didn't have fun at all?" Butters asks me as we make our way to school.

"Butters can we please talk about something else?" I feel like I've been talking to him about that stupid party for days now.

"No way dude! You got invited to the party of the year and I want to hear all about it! You're so lucky!"

"Those parties are so overrated. A bunch of snotty rich hippie teens getting drunk and making fun of the less fortunate. I don't see how anyone can enjoy that."

"Aww, you're still sore that Stan dumped beer on your head?"

"Of course I am! He totally embarrassed me!"

"Congratulations Cartman!" Some random girl tells me as she walks by.

"What was that about?" Butters ask.

I shrug. "I have no idea."

"Good job Cartman!" Token tells me.

"Butters, what the hell is going on?" I ask him.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

"You're the man Cartman!" Heidi Turner, Red, and Annie yell out.

"Since when are you the man?" Butters laughs.

"I don't know what the hell is going on."

Kenny and Kyle walk over to me. "Congrats Cartman, we heard the news." Kenny tells me.

"What news?" I ask him.

He hands me a flyer with my picture that says "Vote Eric Cartman 4 Prom King". My eyes widen. "I'm nominated for prom king?"

"Yeah, I don't know how that happened…" I hear Kyle mumble.

Just then both Kenny and Kyle's phones go off. They grab them and look at them. "You got a text from Stan?" Kenny asks Kyle.

"Yup!"

Kenny looks at me. "We got to go. Congratulations again." He pats me on the back before they walk off.

"I can't believe they nominated me for prom king." I tell Butters smiling.

"That's awesome! So who are you going to take to prom?"

I shrug. "I haven't even thought about it. I wasn't planning to go, but since I've been nominated for prom king, I guess I'm kind of obligated to go."

"Yeah. I think I may even go so I can vote for you. I think you should ask Wendy."

"Wendy?" I know my face just turned red.

"Wendy? I doubt she would go with me." I wouldn't mind asking her, but I'm a little embarrassed to. I wonder if deep down she looks at me the same way Stan does…

"Why not? You've been spending a lot of time together. I think you have a boner for her!"

"No I don't! She's just my friend."

He looks at me. "Look how red you are. You love her, admit it!" He smirks.

"NO!"

"Come on Eric, it's me you're talking to."

"Ok, ok. Maybe I like her a little, but I can't ask her to prom. Besides, I have to stay away from her."

"Why? Because Stan said so? Fuck Stan. Ask her!"

"We'll see…" Asking her would be nice, but I know she'll say no. I guess I won't know until I try.

Stan's POV

"She broke up with me!" I tell Kyle and Kenny angrily as I punch my locker. "She fucking dumped me!"

"What happened?" Kyle asks.

"She thinks I'm an immature bully. She's pissed about what I did to Cartman at the party."

"You did take things too far, dude." Kenny tells me.

"His fucking fat ass had no right to be there!"

"He came as Wendy's guest."

"Who told Wendy she could bring a guest? Did Token tell her it was ok?"

"You bought Heather…" Kenny reminds me.

"That's different she's my girlfriend…well was my girlfriend and Token knew that! Cartman isn't shit to Wendy! He's lucky I didn't kick his ass!"

"Well you may kick his ass when hear this news…" Kyle tells me.

I raise my eyebrow. "What news?"

"Cartman was nominated for Prom King."

"WHAT THE FUCK? HOW?" Why the hell does this kid keep popping up into my life?

He shrugs. "I don't know dude!"

"First he tries to take my ex, then he causes my current girlfriend to dump me, now he thinks he's going to try to beat me out of Prom King? He has another thing coming!"

"What are you going to do?" Kenny asks.

"What I should've done at the party! I'm going to fuck him up!"

Kenny shakes his head. "No dude, leave me alone. You've done enough to him."

"I actually agree with Kenny. Besides, do you honestly think you're going to lose to Cartman?"

Just then we see Cartman and Butters walking down the hall. "I'm going to make sure I don't." I head towards him as Kyle and Kenny follow.

"Hi Stan!" Butters greets me as I catch up to them. I completely ignore him and grab Cartman by the collar and slam him up against the lockers.

"So you think you're going to be Prom King?" I ask him.

"I-I d-don't know…" He looks away from me.

I slam him again. "If you were smart, you would drop out of the race! Save yourself the embarrassment! You're not going to beat me. How the hell did you even get nominated?"

"I'm just as surprised as you are!" I notice he starts shaking.

"Stan, let him go." Kenny tells me softly. "This isn't going to change anything."

I nod and let him go and his fat ass is still shaking. "You better stay out of my way! Thank Kenny that I didn't tear your ass apart!"

"Thank you Kenny…" He says barely above a whisper. I don't know what came over me in the moment, but I end up punching him in the face.

"That's enough Stan! Let's go!" Kenny and Kyle drag me off. I wanted to see the damage I did, but I guess I'll see it another day! That's what that smug bastard gets. The second I get a chance, I'll do it again, but worse.

Wendy's POV

I "learned" about Cartman's nomination so I figured I would go find him to congratulate him. The truth is, I rigged the ballot. Actually, Stan's little hissy fit at Token's party kind of helped get Cartman sympathy to get nominated. I'll keep that piece of information to myself. I know I'm now one step closer to winning this bet!

"Hi Eric!" I greet him at his locker.

He turns and looks at me and I notice he has a black eye. "Hey."

"Oh my God, what happened to you?"

"Stan…"

"Really?" I roll my eyes and examine his. "That's looks pretty bad. Do you want to put some ice on it?"

"No thanks."

"Why did he hit you?"

"Because I was nominated for prom king." Good, he's jealous! Just wait until his ass loses!

"I'm so sorry Eric."

"It's not your fault Wendy. It's not like you made him punch me."

"You really need to learn to stick up for yourself." I guess that's something else I need to work with him on. Boy this kid is a lot of work.

He shakes his head. "I'd rather not get my ass kicked."

"He assaulted you! Honestly, if I were you, I would press charges or something."

"I'm not going to that. Why make things worse?" I know what it's really about. He's afraid of Stan, but I'm not going to push the issue.

"Ok, well I came by to congratulate you on your nomination. So congrats!"

"Thanks!" He smiles.

"You're welcome. I'll see you around." I turn to leave.

"Hey Wendy?"

I turn back around. "Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

He looks down and starts blushing. "W-would you go to prom with me?" He asks nervously.

That's cute, he wants to be my prom date. Well I guess I might as well say yes since I don't have a date. Plus it would really piss Stan off. "Sure, I'll go with you."

His eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you Wendy!" He hugs me. "You've made me the happiest man in the world! I never imagined I would go to prom, much less with you!"

"Yeah…" There's that guilty feeling again. "One condition, I get to pick your tuxedo! I want to make sure we look good on stage when we're crowned king and queen!"

He laughs. "I don't think I'll win, but ok. I'm going to work out extra hard in the gym! I don't want to embarrass you at prom! I promise! I have three weeks, I think I could lose at least about another 10-15 pounds!" He hugs me again. "Thanks again!" He rushes off.

Now I'm really back to feeling guilty. He really likes me and I'm using him. I've become such a bitch…

Preview:

Stan asks Wendy to the prom. What will her answer be?