Sorry this took so long...bad case of writer's block, lol. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Wendy walks into the living room and sits down on the couch. "Make it quick Kyle, I'm really tired." Wendy tells him.

"Yeah I'll bet you are. Why are you doing this to Stan?"

"Doing what to him?"

"Cheating on him. With Gregory and from what he said Token too."

"Not that I owe you any explanation, but they know how to satisfy my needs unlike your boyfriend."

Kyle glares at her. "Boyfriend? What the hell are you talking about? Stan and I don't get down like that."

"Oh come on it's totally obvious. People are always saying how you too make such a cute couple. It's actually quite sickening."

"Nobody says that Wendy…"

"Well in any case, Stan is cheating on me with you and Red so it's only fair that I cheat on him."

"With Token and Gregory? Two guys you had something with in the past."

"Not just them but also Craig, Clyde, and even Butters. Butters is a lot better in bed than Stan is which is really surprising. Then there's Tweek. Oh…all that shaking he does really comes in handy in bed, mmm." She licks her lips.

"You're a slut!"

"Don't judge me. Like I said it's only fair."

"No it isn't! Stan has never cheated on you. He wouldn't even think twice about cheating on you. He loves you more than anything and for some reason is convinced that you feel the same way."

"If he really loved me he wouldn't be cheating on me."

"Why can't you get it through your thick skull that he isn't?"

"Of course you're going to tell me that. You just don't want it getting around that you're sleeping around with a guy."

"Stop saying that shit. I'm not gay. I have zero interest in Stan."

"Then why are you so protective of him?"

"Because he's my best friend. I just want to make sure that YOU don't hurt him."

"Why is it always about him? What about me?"

"What about you?"

Wendy pretends to cry. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe he's hurt me?"

Kyle sighs. "So how has he hurt you?"

"For starters cheating on me with you and Red." Kyle rolls his eyes. "Now he's gotten me pregnant at 17. My life hasn't even started and now he's ruined it."

"First of all cut the bull shit! You're not fooling me with your fake tears. Second, Stan isn't cheating on you! Third, it takes two to make a baby! Fourth, how can you be so sure this baby is Stan's?"

Wendy looks at him in shock. "What?"

"You admitted that you're sleeping around. So how can you be sure that this baby is Stan's? It could just a very well be any guy in our school's baby."

"You son of a bitch!" She tries to slap him, but Kyle grabs her hand before she can hit him."

"Don't even think about it. I won't put up with that shit."

"Well I'm not going to put up with you making me out to be some kind of whore!"

Kyle laughs. "You did that all on your own."

"Get out of my house! I have nothing more to say to you!" She walks over to the front door and opens it. "LEAVE!"

Kyle walks over to the door, but instead of leaving he closes the door. "I have plenty more to say to you, and you're going to listen to everything I have to say."

"I don't have time for this." She tries to walk away, but Kyle picks her up. "What the hell are you doing? Put me down!"

Kyle carries Wendy into the living room and sets her down on the couch. "You're going to make time for this."

"I told you I'm tired."

"I don't give a shit! You're going to hear exactly what I have to say."

Wendy smiles at him. "You know…I really like how you're taking control of this situation. It's really turning me on." She stands up and stares him up and down seductively.

"Stop it."

"I've always found you attractive." She starts rubbing her hands on his chest. "A nice big, strong Jewish guy like you shouldn't waste your time on my boyfriend. You should be doing naughty things to me."

Kyle rolls his eyes and pushes Wendy's hands away. "Nothing is going on with me and Stan. And I would NEVER do ANYTHING with YOU!"

"Is it because of Stan? What is the deal with his friends and turning me down? First Kenny, now you."

"Think about what you just said…Stan's friends. Plus Kenny is very happy with Red and I would never hook up with a slut like you."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"A couple of STDs…which I could do without."

"Whatever, well if you're not going to fuck me then just say whatever it is you have to say and leave."

"That's what I've been trying to do."

"Then do it."

"Ok, I'm just going to get right to the point. Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to hit Stan."

Wendy chuckles. "Hit Stan? What are you talking about? I would never lay a hand on him."

"Oh bull shit Wendy. Stan already told me everything. About you hitting him because he wouldn't have sex with you, beating him, and pouring boiling water on him. What kind of sick bitch are you?"

Wendy looks down. "Well…I…umm…I…"

"You know you're really lucky that you're a girl and that you're pregnant. I have every idea in mind to choke the shit out of you right now."

"Well about the sex thing, that should be understandable. I mean we've been together for four years and no sex. I was getting frustrated. I had to do something."

"I don't give a fuck how frustrated you were, you have no right to put your hands on him. You don't own him so he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to."

"Well he had sex with me. I only had to slap him around a few times and threaten to break up with him, but eventually he gave in."

"You do realize that falls into the category of rape right?"

"No it doesn't. Stan was a willing participant in our sexual activities."

"You forced him into it which equals rape."

"Whatever. If Stan has so much of a problem with this then why couldn't he be man enough to tell me himself?"

"You're joking right? That boy is scared to death of you. Don't act like you didn't know that already."

"He has good reasons to be scared…"

"You don't even care, that's really sad."

"Why should I? I don't even care about him that much."

"Thanks for stating the obvious. Why are you with him if you don't care about him?"

"I pity him that's why."

"What?"

"Kyle, you know as well as I do that Stan's pathetic. He whines and cries all the time, he's very inexperienced, he revolves his whole life around me, he doesn't drive, he can't keep a job, and he's not attractive at all. Who the hell would want him?"

"Well you're nice. How can you tell Stan you love him and then say these terrible things about him? Just end things with him and leave him with some dignity."

"I can't end things with him, he's nothing without me. He would be devastated. He might kill himself. "

"Give him a little credit."

"I'm serious. He's such a little bitch that he would do something drastic if I break up with him. Besides, at least this way it makes it SO much easier for me to control him."

"Wow…for a second there I was really starting to think that you weren't that much of a monster. Thanks for proving me wrong." Wendy looks as if she's about to say something, but instead she grabs her stomach in pain. "Are you ok?"

Wendy gives him a half smile. "I'm ok, I just need to sit down." She does just that, still with her hand on her stomach.

"Do you want me to call Stan?"

"What the hell is he going to do?"

"Well he could be here for you. Isn't that what you want since you claim that he's the father?"

"He's not the father…"

"WHAT?"

"You heard what I said. There's no way in hell he could be."

"What makes you say that?"

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I'm going to anyway. I lied to Stan about how far along I am. I'm really four and half months pregnant not three. I just told him three because we didn't start having sex until probably about three months ago."

"You don't even remember?"

"I don't have time to keep track of such insignificant things. Besides, it must be right since he went along with it."

"So you're just going to let him believe he's the father of this baby?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"That not fair to him or this kid."

"The kid is a girl. I found out a few days ago. I think it's fair to let him believe my daughter is his, he's always wanted to be a dad. It's either that or tell him that he's not the dad and hurt him."

"He wanted to be a dad AFTER he finished college. He has a bright future ahead of him. Don't do this to him."

Wendy laughs. "Bright future? What bright future? Playing pro football?" She laughs even harder. "He can't even pass 12th grade trigonometry and he lost his scholarship…what the hell makes him think he's going to go to college and play football? He'll be lucky if he graduates with us."

"You're really fucked up you know that?"

"Well whatever. I'm pretty sure he won't be going to college next year so he can take care of the baby while I go to school."

"You're so fucking selfish! I'm going to tell Stan everything."

"You can tell him, but I'll deny it. He'll believe me over you in a heartbeat."

"I wish I had a tape recorder right now."

"But you don't so it's your word against mine. Stan's not afraid of you so he'll take my word for it."

"So what are you going to do? Beat him up so he'll believe you?"

"If that's what it takes…" Wendy walks over to the front door. "Now I want you to leave. I've heard what you had to say and I'm tired of listening to you so get out!"

Kyle walks over to her. "This isn't over yet."

"Oh yes it is. You know what else? There's nothing you can do about it." She smiles at him. Kyle grabs her by the shoulders. Wendy looks at him fearfully. She tries to break free from him, but he only tightens his grip.

"I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen and you better listen good. If I EVER hear about you hitting Stan again, you're going to answer me! You got it?" He shakes her a little. "Do you?"

"A-are you t-threatening me?"

"That's not a threat, that's a promise." He releases his grip off of her shoulders. He glares at her before leaving her house.

"The nerve of that guy. OW!" She puts her hand over her stomach again. "Why does this pain keep coming? I don't have time to think about that right now, I have to call Stan." She calls his cell phone. Stan answers and sounds as if he has been crying.

"Hello?"

"Stan, it's Wendy. I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you too…"

"Be over here in ten minutes." She hangs up the phone. "You're going to wish your friend didn't come over here Stan…"

Please R&R.