Chapter 4

Stan rushes to the front door when he notices Wendy's car pulling up. Wendy gets out and walks up to the door. Stan kisses her on the cheek. "We can go up to my room."

"That's fine." He leads her to his room and closes the door. They both sit on opposite sides of the bed and remain silent. Wendy finally breaks the silence. "Stan?"

"Yeah?"

She moves closer to him and starts kissing him on the neck. "You know…we never do it anymore."

"We kind of did yesterday. Well I guess that would fall under the category of rape."

"Don't say that! It wasn't rape because you were as willing as I was."

"I kept saying no, but you forced yourself on me."

"Whatever, that's a thing of the past now. Let's do it! Right here, right now." She pushes him down on the bed and continues kissing him. She then reaches for the zipper on his pants, but Stan pushes her hand away.

"We can't do this now."

"Why not?"

"Because dude, my mom's downstairs."

"So what?"

"I'm not going to disrespect her like that."

"Well we have sex at my house and you never cared."

"Your parents aren't home either."

"I know what this is really about. You're saving your strength for Kyle aren't you? Or maybe your new girlfriend Red?"

"I'm not doing anything with Kyle or Red. Why do we have to keep having this conversation?"

"Because I know-" They hear a knock on the door.

"Stan, can I come in?" It turns out to be his mother.

"Sure mom."

Sharon enters his room. "I made some sandwiches for you and Kyle," she notices Wendy. "Oh Wendy, I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah I got here a few minutes ago."

"Oh well then I guess you and Stan can share the sandwiches. Make sure he eats, he hasn't been eating well lately."

"I will Mrs. Marsh. So, was Kyle here earlier or something? I mean, I'm just wondering why you would make sandwiches for Stan and Kyle…"

"Yes, he was here a little while ago. He came to see how Stan was doing. He's such a good friend to him. Stan's lucky to have a friend like that."

"Yeah, really lucky." She looks over at Stan who happens to be looking down at the floor. "Well thanks for the sandwiches Mrs. Marsh."

"No problem. You kids have fun." She leaves closing the door behind her. Wendy locks the door. She looks at Stan and folds her arms.

"So Kyle was here huh?" Stan continues looking down. "Why did you lie to me? Huh?" Stan continues to stare at the floor. "Answer me goddamnit!" Stan moves his mouth, but nothing comes out. "WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE? HUH?" She starts shaking Stan. "Goddamnit answer me Stan! Answer me! GODDAMNIT ANSWER ME!"

"STOP! You're hurting me!" Stan cries out.

"THEN YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER ME! WHY DIDN'T TELL ME THAT KYLE WAS HERE?"

"Because…"

"BECAUSE WHY?"

"Because I didn't want you to flip out…like you're doing now…"

"Well what the hell do you expect when you lie right to my fucking face?"

"I didn't lie Wendy, I just didn't tell you."

"That counts as lying!"

"No it doesn't."

"AHHHH!" She picks up Stan's stereo and throws it towards him. Fortunately for Stan, he catches it.

"Wendy, calm down please. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Oh you will be sorry, trust me!" She starts walking towards him when his cell phone rings. "I think I'll get that."

"Please don't answer it."

"You have no say right now." She picks up the phone. "Hello…Yes, this is Stan Marsh's phone…this is his girlfriend Wendy, who's this? Oh I understand…he's right here."

"Who is it?"

"Your little girlfriend Red. You better make it quick." She throws the phone at him and it hits him in the nose.

"Ow! Damn it Wendy." He mumbles, just as his nose starts to bleed. "Hey Red."

"Hi, so have you thought about how you want to do this assignment?"

"To be honest, no. I had to leave school early to go to the hospital."

"Oh yeah, I heard someone attacked you after class. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just had a mild concussion. I'll be back at school tomorrow."

"That's good, at least you weren't that hurt. So back to the assignment…I was thinking that maybe we could split the problems up half and half. Since we've already finished six problems, each of us could do twelve. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me."

"So I'll do the last twelve and you can do the rest."

"Ok that's fine." He looks over at Wendy and notices that she's glaring at him. "Well I better go, I promise I'll start on the problems tomorrow."

"That works. See you in class tomorrow."

"Bye." They hang up. "Well I guess I better go do something about this bloody nose." He heads to the door, but Wendy stands in front of it.

"Sit down, you're not going anywhere."

Stan does as he's told. "What's the matter Wendy?"

"I think you know."

"No I really don't."

"You're awfully bold, you know that?"

"What did I do?"

"Talking to your little girlfriend in front of me."

"You're the one who handed me the phone."

"You could've told that bitch not to call you anymore! Why the hell does she have your number anyway?"

"Because we have an assignment to work on together. I told you that already."

"That doesn't mean that you had to give that slut your phone number."

"Don't call her names."

"Why are you defending her? I knew there was something going on between you two!"

"No there isn't! But calling her names isn't unnecessary."

"Oh it's very necessary when she's messing with my man!"

"We're not messing around Wendy. The only reason I gave her my number is because class ended and both of our schedules conflict. We had to figure out how we were going to get this assignment done and exchanging numbers was the best way to do it."

"I don't believe you."

"You never do…" He looks down.

"I don't think I like your attitude. You know what that means don't you?"

Stan sighs. "I'm afraid I do."

"Good. Now hand me your belt…"

I apologize for this short chapter. The next chapter will be a little longer. Please leave a review even if you think it sucks. :-)