Hey folks, sorry for the delay! I was a little busy this weekend plus had a bit of writer's block. I had the ideas in my head, but I couldn't get my thoughts on paper. Anyway, R&R as usual! Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Wendy's POV

I go outside looking for Cartman and I don't see him anywhere. I finally spot Butters' girlfriend standing up against a limo smoking a cigarette.

"Is Eric in there?" I ask her as I point at the limo.

She nods. "Yeah, but you're the last person he wants to see right now."

"I know, but it's important that I talk to him."

"Be my guest." She steps aside.

I open the door and see Butters and Cartman. Cartman has his head buried in his hands.

"I never should've encouraged you to talk to her..." I hear Butters tell him as he pats him on the shoulder.

"Eric...?" I call his name.

Butters glares at me. "Get the hell out of here Wendy! Haven't you done enough?"

"Let me talk to him alone."

He looks at Cartman then at me. "All right, but I'm going to be right outside the limo in case things get ugly."

I roll my eyes. What does he really think will happen? "Thanks Butters." He leaves. I scoot closer to Cartman. "Eric? Please look at me."

"Leave me alone..." He sniffles.

"Eric, I'm really sorry about the bet. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you."

"Well you can't!" He snaps.

"I deserve that."

He moves his hands from his eyes and looks at me. His eyes are all puffy and red and his face is red from crying. "I just want to know why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"

"You didn't do anything. It was just a stupid bet. I wanted to get back at Stan for dumping me."

"So I was nothing more than a pawn in your little game?"

I nod. "Unfortunately..."

He shakes his head. "I can't believe I was naive enough to believe we were becoming friends..."

"I was becoming your friend, that was real."

"Yeah right..."

"It's true. I'll admit in the beginning it was all about the bet and I was even a little disgusted by you. But as I got to know you, I realized what a nice, sweet guy you were."

"But of course, since I'm not Stan, you couldn't possibly have any interest in me, right?"

"Umm..." Well he's right, but I don't want to make things worse right now.

"I like you Wendy. I mean I really like you. I've always had a crush on you, but I didn't think you even knew I existed. You finally talked to me at my job and I couldn't believe it! It felt like a dream. At the same time, I wonder what would this beautiful, popular girl who could have any guy she wanted, want with a dorky fat disgusting slob like me."

"You're not a disgusting slob..."

"The more I got to know you, the more I liked you. Not only were you really nice to me, you also helped me come out of my shell. My grades have went up and I'm living a healthier lifestyle. No one has ever taken such interest in me. I never would've guessed this was all a bet." He starts to cry. "I know you see me as nothing more than the cleaning lady's son, but I do have feelings and they were crushed by your plan. I hope you feel better about yourself."

"Eric, I'm really sorry!" Seeing him cry is making me want to cry. I've never seen him break down like this.

"I mean I knew I would be kidding myself to think you would ever return the feelings I had for you, but I never in a million years thought you were using me just to get revenge on Stan. I guess you two are back together now, I hope you're happy."

I shake my head. "Stan and I aren't back together, we just went to prom together. You're right, I don't share the feelings that you do. If I had known you felt that way about me, I never would've agreed to use you in the bet."

"So you think that's ok? You think it's ok to use people who didn't do a damn thing to you as a way to get revenge?"

I shake my head again. "No I don't. If I could take it all back I would. I wish you would've told me how you felt."

"Would it have changed anything?"

I shrug. "Well like I said, I would've picked someone else."

"So you would've broken someone else's heart. I can't believe you're nothing more than a cold hearted bitch!"

I look away from him. "You're right, I am..."

"You told me how mean and evil you think Stan is, but you're really no better than he is. You two deserve each other!"

I start tearing up. "I'm nothing like Stan!"

"How are you not? Both of you use and hurt people just to feed your own giant egos! You two are one in the same!"

I sigh. I really can't argue with him there. I really am no better than Stan is. "Again, I'm really sorry I hurt you. Can we at least remain friends?"

"Really Wendy? If the roles were reversed, would you want to be my friend?"

I shake my head as a tear drops from my eye. "I guess not..."

"Exactly!"

I open the door and look back at him. "I really hope one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. I truly have grown to care about you as friend. That's the truth."

He rolls his eyes. "So now you finally decide to tell the truth? Just get out of my sight!" He says dismissively as he turns his head.

I look at him one last time and watch him wipe the tears from his eyes. I exit the limo and see Butters and Charlotte still standing outside.

"Is Eric ok?" Butters ask me.

"He'll be fine. Just be there for him." I smile as he nods and gets back in the limo. I go off to find Stan even though he's the last person I want to see right now. I find him outside smoking with Kenny. "Stan, can we talk?"

He nods. "Oh yeah, we definitely need to." He looks at Kenny who takes the hint and leaves. He puts his arms around me. "Have you been crying?"

I nod. "A little. Eric really likes me and I completely broke his heart. I feel so guilty."

"As you should. The next time you want to make a bet against me, make sure you pick someone that's real competition."

"You're not helping…"

"He wasn't going to win anyway, but I made sure to rig the election to ensure that!"

I push him away and glare at him. "Why would you do that?"

"I figured since you wanted to make a bet for me to lose, I had to make sure that YOU lost!"

My eyes widen. "Y-you knew about the bet?"

He nods. "Mmm hmm! Your best friend is good at spilling secrets. I wanted to know what the sudden interest in Cartman was and she explained the whole bet to me. She helped me hide the ballots with Cartman's vote. He really didn't get that. Out of 225 students, he only received 30 votes. That's why I said he wouldn't have won anyway."

"I can't believe she would do that…" I mumble.

"I should've known better. There's no way a gorgeous girl like you could fall for that low rent beluga whale!"

"What do you have against Eric anyway?"

"As I've told you before, he's the cleaning lady's son. He's beneath us and he doesn't deserve to run in the same social circle as you and I. He takes up space and is a waste of oxygen. I was pissed when I heard his mom telling my mom that he was spending time with you. She was so proud that her little Eric had a "girlfriend"."

"His mom?" So that's how Stan found out about Cartman and me spending time together. All this time I thought it was Kyle or Kenny.

"Yeah she talks to my mom about him all the time. She doesn't have anything else going on in her life except for him. I'm glad that she said something about you two because clearly none of my so called friends said anything until I confronted them about it."

"It really wasn't important. Besides, you were with Heather, why did you care who I spent my time with?"

"Because I don't want you to end up with the wrong guy. He's definitely the wrong guy for you! I'm glad we're back together, so we can put this whole nightmare behind us."

I shake my head. "Who said we were back together?"

"I just assumed since you broke your date with Cartman to go with me that we were back together. Yes, I knew he asked you to prom that's why I made sure to remind you about my promise."

"Wow...so you tried to get back at me and make a fool out of Eric?"

"He made a fool out of himself. But no, I really want to be with you, and it's obvious you still want me!" He smirks.

I scowl at him. "No! I don't want you. I thought I did, but I think I need to be myself for awhile. I need time to figure things out."

He shrugs. "If that's how you want it." He starts to walk off.

"Hey where are you going?"

"I'm going home. You don't want to be with me, so there's nothing more we need to talk about."

"But I came here with you."

"That's true, you did. You should've thought about that! Maybe Cartman can give you a ride home. See you!" With that leaves, leaving me stranded at the prom.

Preview:

Wendy continues to try to make things right with Cartman.

Wendy has a heart to heart with her friends.