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"Oh fuck, oh god. What the hell just happened?" said I while Wendy and I look for the clothes he was originally wearing. "I can't believe Cartman of all people walked in on that."
"Well, in hindsight I'm pretty sure he thought that you were a girl," Wendy said in an attempt to comfort me although she wasn't particularly good at it.
"Uh, I don't know whether I should be grateful he's an idiot or pissed off," I confesses while massaging my temples.
"However you feel about it doesn't really matter right now, and unless you want Stan and Kenny to see you in girls clothing I suggest you help me find yours," Wendy chimed before going to the nearest closet or classroom that she could think of that might hold my clothes.
"Fine," I sighed and followed Wendy in her quest to find his clothes.
After fifteen minute the two had finally found my clothes and I was in the middle of changing in the guys' bathroom where I was finally able to assest the damage that Butters had inflicted upon me. While I looked at myself in the mirror saw that there was a nice bruise forming where the girl had struck me across the face. I also noticed that there was also a bruise on the left side of my neck where Butters had been. My eyes grew wide when I realized what it was. That son of a bitch had given me a hicky. Gritting my teeth I inspected the rest of my body for more injuries. Luckily the only other part of my body that had sustained anymore bruising was my wrist otherwise I couldn't find anymore physical evidence of the events that had just taken place. When I finally walked out of the bathroom I found Wendy waiting for me. She gasped at the sight seeing the bruisings for the first time since we had escaped. She quickly got her make up kit out of her purse and started to go to work covering the bruises on my face and neck. This would be considered odd if not for the fact that I often got into fights with the upperclassmen, but in order not to worry my best friend Stan I had enlisted Wendy's help to hide my injuries. So after a speedy touch up job to Wendy and I made our way to the boys' locker room where Stan and Kenny were already waiting for us to arrive. Soon the four friends had made our way to the parking lot where Kenny said good bye to the three of us before heading home. The Stan, Wendy and I piled into Stan's car and headed home. The first one of us to be droped off was Wendy who kissed Stan on the check, gave me an apologetic look and went into her house without a second glance. Stan who was not informed of what had happened had a confused and slightly angry look on his face but decided to keep his mouth shut after I shrugged. Then it was my turn to be droped off. I waved good bye to Stan and entered my house where I was greeted by my mother. I immediately went up to my room where I quickly finished my homework. After dinner I went back up to my room and layed on my bed where all I could do was play what had happened inside of my head over and over again until I shuddered and decided that I wouldn't dwell on it. Mostly out of fear of losing my saninty in the process of trying to figure out just why god hated me. If there really such a thing as god. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night but eventually I reasoned that it was just a one time deal and not to worry about it too much. I mean really what's the worst that can happen when your worst enemy thinks you're some mysterious girl?