Author's Note: This update is short, but I figured it's better to get a chapter posted than to make my readers wait an undetermined amount of time for a longer update. It's Thanksgiving in America, so be thankful you have this new chapter to read. I'll be thankful if you leave some more reviews. Enjoy!

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Kyle scanned the crowded cafeteria for the sight of his best friend. Stan hadn't shown up for the gym class he and Kyle shared together and it appeared he wasn't going to make it for lunch either. 'Ah shit' Kyle said internally. Kyle looked forward to spending time with Stan even more than normal ever since first developing his crush on the boy. The ability to secretly check out Stan nude in the gym's locker room didn't hurt either. Kyle found that his Stan-less school days were always just a bit harder to get through, and it appeared today was going to be such a day.

"Have you seen Cartman?"

The question pulled Kyle out of his entertaining Stan-centered thoughts. He moved his container of chocolate milk over slightly so that Wendy could set down her own lunch tray. She claimed the chair beside Kyle. The Jew briefly wondered if Wendy's days without Cartman around were just as difficult to get through. The sad expression on Wendy's face suggested they were.

"I make it a point not to see Cartman," Kyle reminded her, "But no. Have you seen Stan?"

"No." Wendy frowned, listlessly picking at her food. "I'm getting worried. They're serving Cartman's favorite today. I thought for sure he'd show up for lunch."

"Well did you show him that video yet? He's probably pissed off and avoiding you," Kyle said before taking a sip of his milk.

"I showed it to him yesterday, but I know Cartman. It all should have gone according to plan and this isn't part of the plan."

Kyle raised a concerned eyebrow. He put down his plastic spork and turned his head toward Wendy, focusing more on her words. "What was the plan anyway?"

"I made sure Cartman got too curious and went off to watch the video that afternoon. Since it's rigged to only play once and everyone is at school or work in the afternoon that guaranteed he'd be the only one watching. He'd see it, obviously get mad, and start to plan some kind of revenge on the both of us, but working alone he wouldn't be able to really do anything yet. I made sure not to contact him that night because he'd be too upset to take my calls or read my messages. Then he'd come into school today prepared to call me a slut and really set his plan to get even into motion. Then I'd tell him the whole thing was faked, proving my point successfully and defusing the situation. Not to mention making him look like an ass."

Kyle blinked. "That's a pretty detailed plan. You can seriously anticipate his reaction that well?"

"What can I say, I know my boyfriend. Or at least I thought I did."

Kyle sipped his milk. "Do you think maybe Cartman got so upset over the video that he killed himself? That'd be awesome."

Wendy glared. "No it wouldn't! God you're an asshole!"

"Hey, Cartman would wish the same thing on me."

"Be that as it may you're supposed to be nicer than he is."

Wendy had a point there. "Okay I'm sorry. Seriously though Wendy: if your plan was to tell Cartman when he got to school I hope you have a backup plan. Cartman's a vengeful bastard and our asses are both on the line here."

"I'll call him." Wendy dug through her purse in search for her cell phone. "He needs to know we faked the whole thing before this gets out of hand."

"Before it gets out of hand? Right." Kyle said sarcastically.

"Shut up."

Wendy located her phone, flipped it open and turned it on. The phone's vibration alerted Wendy that she'd received a new text message. She viewed the sender information immediately, hoping the message was from Cartman. Unfortunately the number was easily identified as Bebe's, but the question posed was just shocking enough to distract Wendy from the very reason she'd gotten her phone in the first place. Wendy took a moment to make sure she was reading the blunt words correctly.

"Did you fuck Stan?"

"No!" she typed in response. She even went so far as to include the exclamation point in order to emphasize how much she hadn't done it. "Why?"

Kyle blinked. "Wendy? Are you going to call Cartman or what?"

"Hold on. I'm figuring something out."

Wendy's phone rang a moment later. She answered, already knowing it was Bebe replying to the question. Some explanations simply took too long to be expressed through limited text messaging, and this was one of those times.

"Bebe what are you talking about?"

"I'm at Kenny's. Stan came over here and he's using the shower and borrowing Kenny's clothes. He said he's rushing to get to school so he needed to get ready here. I can't smell sex on him, but I know his house isn't near here and he keeps muttering something about Cartman. I thought maybe your revenge was screwing Stan since he's your ex."

"Oh no…." Wendy said out loud.

Her words caused Kyle to grow increasingly panicked. "'Oh no'? What the hell do you mean 'oh no'?" he said.

"I think Cartman did something to Stan."

Kyle's heart tightened inside his chest. "What? Wendy what's going on? God dammit, when we made that tape you said we'd be protected from any repercussions. You said everything would be cool!"

"It was supposed to be!"

"Well it isn't! Not if Stan's getting hurt because of it! Why the hell would Cartman go after him anyway? I'm the one in the video."

Bebe's gossip-loving ears picked up Kyle's angry audio. "What video?"

Wendy groaned. "I'll tell you about it later okay? Thanks for the info."

"Sure. Bye."

Wendy hung up, focusing back on her male friend. "Bebe says Stan's on his way to school. We can ask him about it then, now just calm down."

Kyle reluctantly took a deep breath. He knew worrying about it would do no good and that he'd get answers from Stan soon enough, but that didn't stop him from glaring slightly as Wendy.

Wendy was growing equally as mad at herself.

To Be Continued