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Chapter 8
Wendy's POV
I still can't believe I'm going to the prom with Cartman. If a year ago, hell even six months ago, someone told me he would be my prom date, I would've laughed. I really don't want to go with him, but I guess if I have to, I can definitely be sure he'll be prom king and I can win the bet. I smile to myself just thinking about it.
"What are you so happy about?" I look and see Stan. He smiles back showing off his pearly whites.
I frown. "You have a lot of nerve!"
"What?"
"You gave Eric a black eye!"
"That smug midget had it coming! Who does he think he is getting nominated for prom king?"
"You hit him over something he had no control over? How could you be so cruel?"
"He's lucky all he has is a black eye!"
"Come on Stan, back off of him. You gave him a black and you made him cry. Just leave him alone already."
He laughs. "I made him cry?"
"Yes! At Token's party! He tried it to hide it, but I saw the tears. I just don't understand why you're being so mean." I probably shouldn't have told him that, but I'm hoping that will help him see how wrong he is. I won't even mention that Cartman is scared of him.
"You don't find it weird that you're hanging out with the cleaning lady's son?"
"Well his mom isn't my cleaning lady so no. Even if she was, who cares? He's still a person with feelings."
He rolls his eyes. "I don't want to talk a lot him anymore. I want to talk about us and our plans for prom."
I'm taken aback by this. "Our plans? You mean you're not taking Heather?"
He shakes his head. "No we broke up."
That's the best news I've heard from him in weeks. "Oh? So now that you two broke up, you're just going to use me to go to prom? Fuck you Stan!"
"What are you talking about? I told you when we broke up that I would still go to prom with you. Even if Heather and I were still together, I would still want to go with my prom queen." He caresses my cheek which makes me instantly melt.
"Oh Stan..." Damn, the things he does to me...
"So will you go with me?"
I nod. "Oh Stan! Of course I will!" I hug him.
"That's what I like to hear. So we'll get together this weekend to pick out our outfits."
"Sounds good! I can't wait!"
"Cool. You'll hear from me." He walks off.
I lean up against my locker and smile. Stan and I are going to the prom just like we're meant to be. We've had this planned out since freshman year. I'm going to be Queen, he's going to be... "Oh shit!" I just come to a realization. I slap my forehead.
Bebe and Nicole walk over to me. "What's wrong Wendy?" Nicole asks.
"I just told Stan I would go to the prom with him…"
"So?"
"But I already told Cartman I would go to the prom with him."
"YUCK!" Bebe screeches. "Why would you want to go with him? Do you really think that's going to help you win the bet?"
"Yeah I do! Damn, once Stan asked me to prom, I completely forgot about Cartman. I was just so excited that Stan and I are still going together."
Bebe puts her hand on my shoulder. "Honey, why don't you end this bet now? Cartman isn't going to win and you can go and enjoy prom with Stan like you always dreamed of."
"I don't know what to do. I can't go to the prom with two dates."
"Just tell the fat fucker you don't want to go with his pathetic loser ass! Do you really want to ruin the prom?"
"I agree with Bebe…to an extent." Nicole adds in. "Spare Cartman what little dignity he has left and break it to him gently. Hell, you should just encourage him to stay home that night!"
"No, he still has to go to prom!" I tell her.
She shakes her head. "So he can be even more humiliated when he loses? Come on Wendy, this has gone too far. He's developed feelings for you and all you're going to end up doing is breaking his heart."
"That's the last thing I want to do…" I really truly mean that. I've grown to like Cartman as a person and a good friend. He's a really great guy.
"Then end this whole thing."
"Yes Wendy! Please end it!" Bebe smirks.
I shake my head. "I'll break the news, but I'm still going through with the bet." I don't know how I'm going to break the news to Cartman. There's still two weeks left before prom so I have some time before I have to tell him. Or maybe I should tell him now and get it out the way. Or maybe I'll wait until we get his tux before I tell him so he has no choice but to go. I have to figure out something and soon.
Cartman's POV
Wendy and I just finished our workout session. I've made a lot of progress since we started this five weeks ago. I'm not sweating as much as I did before and I'm really starting to notice the weight loss and I'm seeing some muscle, mainly in my stomach.
"Let's do a weigh in." Wendy tells me as we walk over to the scale.
I'm a little nervous about this. Five weeks ago when I started working out, I weighed 295. I'm really curious as to how much weight I've lost. I stand on the scale.
"270…" She announces a little disappointed. I can't say that I blame her, I'm disappointed too.
"That's it?"
She nods. "Well 25 pounds in 5 weeks is pretty good. You definitely need to keep this up. I want you to try to get down to around 215."
"I don't think I would ever be that small."
"Well Stan weighs 215 and he's not that small."
Oh great, now she's comparing me to Stan. "He's also an athlete and a lot taller than me. The weight would look different on me."
"I'm just trying to help you out. I know a lot of guys in the school aspire to have a body like Stan's. Don't you want to be one of them?"
"Um…" Before I can answer, she hands me a picture of Stan without a shirt on.
"Put that on your wall."
"Isn't that a little gay…?"
"Don't be so immature! It's for motivation. That's what you want to look like! It would be nice if you could look like that by prom, but hey at least we made some progress. You can even fit Clyde's hand me downs now. He's the next biggest guy so you should be proud of that."
I nod. I am proud, but I wish she didn't mention the hand me downs. It reminds me of the party when Stan made fun of me for not being able to fit any of them. "Thanks Wendy."
"Don't mention it."
I look at Stan's picture. I wonder if I looked like that, would Wendy want me as much as I want her. "I wonder if I can drop another 5-10 pounds by prom…"
She laughs. "5 maybe, 10 you're kidding yourself!"
"Yeah, you're right." I smile. "I can't wait to take you to the prom. I saved up my tip money to rent a limo."
"Oh…" She looks away. "Eric…about prom…"
"Uh huh!" I'm beaming just thinking about it.
"Well, something suddenly came up. I can't go with you."
I can feel my whole world crashing down. "Is everything ok? Is it something I did?"
She shakes her head. "No you didn't do anything. It's just I forgot that Stan and I made a promise to go to prom together even if we aren't a couple. I'm sorry."
I can feel my heartbreaking in a million pieces. I should've known, of course if she had the chance, she was going to pick Stan over me. I try to play it cool with a smile anyway. "That's ok Wendy, maybe some other time."
She laughs. "There's only one prom, there won't be another time."
"Oh yeah. Well maybe we can hang out sometime you know outside of the gym or studying."
"I'll let you know."
"Ok…" I get the feeling she's trying to blow me off. Maybe I should stop trying, I mean I guess she has Stan now she doesn't really need me anymore.
"I hope you're still going to go to prom. I mean you were nominated prom king."
"I'm going to go." I really don't want to go though…
"Good! Oh and I'll still help you pick out your tux. Just because you don't have a date, doesn't mean you can't still look your best!"
"Yeah…" We stare at each other. She's been so good to me and has really helped me out in so many ways. I want to kiss her, but I'm not sure how she'll react. Maybe I should just do it. I move in closer to her and it looks like she's doing the same! Suddenly she pulls back.
"We should get going!" She announces. "You have finals to studying for."
"Oh right, right!" Damn, I guess it's a good thing I didn't kiss her. That would've gone horribly wrong. I think maybe I should go ahead and just tell her how I feel.
Preview:
The Prom King is announced!
Cartman learns about the bet.