Chapter 3

Wendy couldn't say she was surprised when Stan knocked on her door the next morning.

"Wendy, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I forgot." He said, handing her a cup of coffee as a peace offering. "I went to drop Kyle off and his mom invited me in for some food and we started playing Halo…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make excuses. It'll never happen again, Wendy I promise. Please forgive me?"

Wendy opened the lid of the cup he had given her and sniffed. Pumpkin spice. She looked up at Stan, trying not to smile. She should be angry with him. She should slam the door in his face and tell him she wouldn't be taking his bribe this time. But God damn it if she didn't find his flustered apologies too adorable.

"Stan…" She started. He didn't let her finish.

Stan leaned forward and captured her lips with his, catching her off guard. She stumbled back a little, but he caught her with ease and pulled her closer. Wendy felt dizzy, as she always did whenever Stan kissed her. She kissed him back, allowing herself to forget why she was mad at him in the first place. He loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that mattered.

Stan pulled away for a moment.

"Can you please forgive me?" He repeated, his words visible through the cold. Wendy melted.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you more." He kissed her again, softly. "I thought I could give you a lift to school." He said.

"Okay." She said, breathless. They instinctively linked hands and Stan led Wendy to his car where he opened the door for her.

"We have to pick up Kyle too, is that okay?" Stan asked, once closing his door behind him. Wendy tried not to let her disappointment show on her face.

Kyle. Again. It wasn't that Wendy minded Kyle, he was just…well…always around. It was very rare that Wendy and Stan went out without Kyle tagging along.

"I don't have to." Stan said quickly, noticing his girlfriend's face. "I'll text him and tell him to catch the bus or call Cartman or something—"

"No, it's okay really." Wendy said, able to force a convincing smile on her face. "Why would I mind?"

"You sure?" Stan asked, his phone still in his hand questioningly.

"Stan, it's fine." Wendy promised. "Now let's go, I need to go to the library before homeroom." Stan smiled.

"Okay."

*~*~*O*~*~*

"So what did you end up doing last night?" Kenny leaned against the lockers as Cartman shuffled through his own, looking for something.

"Huh?" He replied, distracted. "Nothing really. I was just starting some research on this…stupid thing I have to do."

"Sounds thrilling." Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you have no idea." He slammed his locker shut and turned to face his friend. "I…" He trailed off when he noticed the dark haired girl he had seen yesterday headed towards them.

"Hi." She said shyly.

"Hey." Cartman replied.

"So um…I saw you watching me yesterday…" She continued after a few seconds when he didn't say anything else.

"Yeah? You lookin for an apology? Cuz I'm not…big on…" His words were lost as she stepped closer, her shy act discarded.

"I'm not big on apologies either." She whispered into his ear. Cartman felt a chill run down his spine and looked at Kenny who was giving him a thumbs up. Cartman cleared his throat, trying to find his voice.

"Oh yeah? So what are you big on?" He said mentally smacking himself as he heard the words come out. She grinned.

"I guess you'll just have to find out sometime." She pulled away, leaving a small piece of paper in his hand.

"I guess so. Eric Cartman." He said, extending a hand to her. She glanced at it and laughed.

"I know who you are, Cartman." She said, walking her fingers up the center of his jacket and tapping his chin lightly with her index finger. "Maybe I'll see you around." She brushed past him. Both boys turned to watch her retreat.

"Definitely. Hey, what's your name?" Cartman called out after her. She paused and turned to face him.

"Diana Chang." She said, winking at him before heading into the crowd that was starting to form in the halls.

Cartman and Kenny stood awestruck in silence for a few seconds before Cartman finally turned around to face his friend.

"Dude, what the hell? You sure all you did last night was research?" Kenny asked, punching Cartman's shoulder lightly.

"Oh my God dude…" Cartman said, looking back to her retreating figure. "Did she look Asian to you?"

"Not really. Maybe she's distantly related or something. Dude, you know that means she's gonna be a total freak right?"

"I know."

"You are eye-fucking the shit out of her right now, aren't you?" Kenny asked with a laugh.

"Totally." Cartman said turning back to his friend.

"Me too. You'll have to tell me how that works out."

"If I'm lucky, I might be able to get it on camera…" Cartman said excitedly.

"Get what on camera?" Kyle asked, appearing with Stan and Wendy in tow.

"Oh man, Cartman just got this chick's number and she practically pulled his pants down right here in the hall—"

"Oh please," Kyle said. "You actually expect me to believe—"

"I swear dude, I was standing right here. I saw the whole thing." Kenny protested.

"That little bitch is aching for it." Cartman said. "I'm so getting laid this weekend!"

"Dude…" Stan frowned, nodding at Wendy.

"Oh I'm sorry Stan, is it getting a little too mature for your little girlfriend? Wendy, does it bother you that I'm going to be balls deep in some potentially Asian snatch this weekend?" Cartman challenged, looking into Wendy's eyes. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny groaned.

"Dude, come on—"

"You're disgusting, Cartman." Wendy said smoothly, her expression unwavering. "I can't imagine the therapy she's going need after being subjected to being smothered with excess flesh and sweat. At least she won't have an SS officer waiting for her at the end of that ride. Oh wait…" Wendy paused to stare him down before turning away from them. " I'll see you boys later."

The boys watched her in a shocked silence as she disappeared into the crowd of students.

"Dude…did she just compare having sex with Cartman to the Holocaust?" Kyle asked. "I don't know how I feel about that…."

"Whatever, she's a stupid ho." Cartman sputtered. "Stan, you need to control your woman."

"Shut up, Cartman." Stan said, half-heartedly, still reeling from what his girlfriend had just said. "Let's go Kyle."

"Dude, Wendy is so intense." Kenny said, keeping pace with Cartman as they headed for their respective homerooms.

"Stupid bitch."

"Oh come on man, Wendy is hot. If nothing else, this morning has given me a raging semi."

"Shut up, Kenny." Cartman said, pausing outside of Rowe's door. "Did you need a ride this afternoon?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." Kenny said.

"Too bad, I have football after school." Kenny laughed.

"Fuck you, man."

*~*~*O*~*~*

Wendy successfully ignored a slightly subdued Cartman throughout first period and greatly looked forward to the rest of her day without him. She ate with Bebe and her girlfriends, avoiding the boys at lunchtime and was in a very good mood by the time she got to her last class of the day—chemistry.

Unfortunately, her good luck ran out and she groaned audibly upon seeing Cartman sitting in the classroom already. She sat down next to Bebe in the back of class, hoping he didn't see her before the bell rang. She shuffled through the notes she had already gathered on the football team—many of them thanks to Bebe.

"I'm so glad you're going to be my lab partner, Wendy." Bebe said. "I'm awful at chemistry."

"Science isn't my forte either." Wendy reminded her as the bell rang.

"Alright everyone, settle down." The teacher said, raising her voice above the chatter. "Welcome to chemistry. I'm going to pass this bowl around, please pull a name out and that person will become your assigned lab partner for the year."

"Oh no!" Bebe groaned with half of the class. "What if I get paired with somebody awful! I can't afford to fail this class Wendy, I can't!"

"Don't worry about it, we can still study together." Wendy said, feeling somewhat relieved. She loved Bebe, but she was a terrible lab partner.

"Once you have the name of your partner, go ahead and move your stuff. I'll be passing out the worksheets for today…" Wendy sighed and closed her notebook, preparing to move.

In the front of the classroom, Cartman reached his hand in the bow and pulled out a thin strip of paper. He unfolded it and stared at the name written on it for a moment before lifting his head and turning around to face the back of the room. He looked right at Wendy and his familiar obnoxious smirk crept across his face.

Oh.

Shit.

"Fuck. Me." Wendy cursed under her breath as Cartman gathered his books and headed towards the back of the room.

"What? Oh…" Bebe said upon seeing the intense glaring contest Wendy and Cartman were having from across the room. "Oh bad luck girl." She picked up her things and stepped out of the way as Cartman plopped down next to Wendy in her spot.

"What d'ya know? You get the pleasure of my company twice in one day." Cartman said, pushing against Wendy's arm with his own.

"Don't touch me, Cartman." Wendy said, squeezing her pen a little tighter.

"Oh pull your thong outta your ass Testaburger." He replied lightheartedly. Wendy flushed a deep red.

"What! Why…you…I…" Infuriated by her inability to form her thoughts into coherent words, Wendy turned away from Cartman and opened her planner.

Cartman sat quietly watching her for a moment, chuckling at her struggle to organize her loose papers while she shuffled through her planner. "Do you?" He ventured.

"Do I what, Cartman?" Wendy snapped.

"Wear thongs?"

"Cartman!" She shrieked, causing a few students to turn and stare. "That question," She continued her voice close to a whisper. "is highly inappropriate." Cartman laughed.

"So yes, then." He concluded. "Not surprising though. I always thought Stan was an ass man." Wendy glared at Cartman. "I'm an ass man, myself." He continued. "Bebe really does it for me, it's true. Something about those cheerleading panties…"

"You're a pig." Was all Wendy could get out, her voice filled with disgust. Cartman shrugged.

"Some chicks dig it." Wendy scoffed and turned back to her papers. She glanced over the handout she had just received.

"The fuck is a mole?" Cartman asked, looking over his copy as well.

"Dunno." Wendy said shortly.

"Alright guys let's get seated, we have a lot of things to cover today. If you'll open to the second page of your syllabus which you should have found at your desk when you walked in—" The teacher started class again, causing the chatter to die down.

"So when are we gonna do this thing?" Cartman whispered to Wendy.

"To what thing would you be referring?"

"You know, show me how to use the stupid camera or whatever." Wendy looked at him.

"You're actually planning to do that?" Cartman looked confused.

"Uh…yeah."

"You're not just doing it to fuck with me?"

"Oh no, I totally am. And it's going to be so much fun."

"Ugh." Wendy groaned and turned away from him again. This time she leaned over, digging through her backpack for something. Cartman was completely caught off guard when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the top of a purple thong peeking out from her jeans.

The smirk was wiped completely off of his face as he turned his head to look. Wendy's shirt was hiked up only a little, but he could still see the tiny indent in the small of her back right above…

"Here, asshole. Teach yourself." Wendy turned back suddenly, setting her camera on his desk.

Cartman didn't say anything , but kept his eyes glued to the camera, trying to erase what he had just seen. Wendy was Stan's girlfriend, and if he ever found out…No, that wasn't it. 'Fuck that fudge packer…' Cartman thought. No, he needed to avoid Wendy for his own good.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small piece of paper that Diana had given him with her number. He smiled and resigned himself to thinking of all of the things he was planning to do to her for the rest of class. Having found a satisfactory distraction, class was over in no time and Cartman found himself snapped back to reality when the final bell rang.

"Oh shit." He looked over at Wendy who was quickly packing up.

"Don't break my camera, fatass." She said.

"I won't bitch." He replied, watching her walk away. He shook his head and picked up his books, following the crowd out.

He was extremely put out to find that Wendy was headed in the direction of his locker and silently cursed himself as his eyes stayed glued to her figure, even after she found Stan by the door of his last class. She easily slid into his arms and kissed him eagerly. He was only able to look away when the couple linked their fingers and sauntered down the hall.

Cartman slammed his locker shut and punched the door, leaving a small dent. God damn it.

Thank God for football practice this afternoon. 'I really need to hit something…'

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Song: "Make up kisses" By John Powell from the P.S. I Love You soundtrack. The whole soundtrack really would serve as a background for this chapter :)