The Biggest Scandal of All Time

A/N" I need something to mix up the story, and add more characters like Bebe and Kenny!

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It was exactly three days since the first actual kisses of Tweek and Carly, and Kyle and Emily. Tweek and Carly had been inseperable ever since that heavenly kiss. Tweek was pissing the hell out of his best friend Craig, so the recently heartbroken boy decided to join forces with the recently heartbroken Clyde. However, Emily hadn't been inseperable with Kyle. Something kept telling her that it wasn't real. She had been madly in love with Kyle ever since she'd laid eyes on him... how come the minute he takes notice of her, he gets her? I mean Emily just felt a little vulnerable. Don't get me wrong, she was shaking with glee these past few days, but subconciously was a little confused. Maybe that's just the way love is.

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Emily found herself a loner in South Park Elementary. She never felt like she belonged with Annie, Red, Kal, and all those other girly girls. Of course she couldn't be Wendy's friend. She wasn't THAT desperate! Although, she had managed to make friends with Kristin and Carly. They were both nonconformist nongirly types, too. It is odd that the only nongirly girls managed to snag guys. I guess they're just not all that attracted to girls who think they're better just because they can flip their hair and bat their eyes. Well surprise, surprise. Being annoying doesn't get you shit. More on topic, Carly was oblivious to anything but Tweek these days, and likewise. Kristin was a heartbroken girl also in the loner stage after Craig regrettedly dumped her, for fear that she was going to first. It's pitiful when people hear rumors and decide to act on them without validating the rumor. It's just like beating the other person to the punch. Noone likes to get dumped, but it's just the natural order of relationships. Emily approached Kristin and smiled at her. Kristin half-smiled sadly and turned to her locker. She started to sniffle and shake. Was she crying? Whoa, better stay out of this one. She just waved goodbye and marched off, realizing Kristin's back was turned, so she couldn't see her. Smart, Emily. Smart.

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riiiing... riiiing... riiing...

"H-Hello?" Emily stammered, afraid it was going to be Kyle. "Umm hi, Emily," a girl answered. "...Kristin?" "N-no, it's me, Bebe," Why the hell was Bebe, the BFF of the biggest bitch in the universe, calling pathetic little Emily? "...Well I was wondering if you're doing anything right now, I-" Bebe started. "Well, I'm free right now. Sure you can come over or something. Maybe we can do our homework?" Emily accepted, hesitating a little. "Alright, see you in a bit, house number 57 right?" "Yep that's it, see you soon." She clicked the phone off and set it back on the base unit. Emily was a little puzzled. Bebe was calling her? How'd she get her number? Is Wendy in on this? What's going to happen now? Stop it, she thought. Stop being so goddamn paranoid. Just watch TV or something. She walked into the living room, where 'Seinfeld' was playing. Ugh, she took the remote and switched it to 'Tarrence and Phillip', duh. Her two sisters appeared out of nowhere beside her and gave her looks of disapproval. The older one, Elise, snorted at her and looked at Sarah. In turn, Sarah started screaming Bloody Mary at Emily. She could only catch a few words, "BRAT! BITCH! SPOILED! SELFISH!" Emily just looked at them like 'WTF' and left the room. God, she hated her family sometimes. Just then, the doorbell rang. Both sisters looked at Emily. Of course, she had to get it. She checked the mirror in the foyer to see if her hair was floppy today. Nope, not that bad. Bebe would have nothing to make fun of. Great. She swung the door open and greeted them, THEM! Turns out it was Bebe AND Wendy, with casts and slings plastered all over her small body. Earlier that week, Carly had beat the SHIT out of her. Emily wasn't there to watch, sadly. But why Wendy, and why now? Oh, Christ! Why does she always have to get screwed over, why? "Umm, hey," Bebe said for both of them. Emily had just better be polite. "Hi Bebe, Wendy. Come on in." She gestured for them to get upstairs, but quickly decided against in considering the massive crutches under Wendy's arms. They went to the kitchen and sat down along the table. Wendy needed the whole left side of the table, because of her extra carry-on casts.

Wendy made an "ahem". Noone spoke. "AHEM!" Bebe shook her head, like she snapped out of a daze. "So Wendy umm.. how.. was your.. day?" Bebe spoke unnaturally, like she was reading off her palm. "Oh, it was great! Token and I were supposed to go to Shaky's, but I stood him up. Then I took Kyle to the arcade, where we spent hours playing Pac-Man and kissing in the lounge area." Wendy had obviously memorized this bullshit, but Emily hadn't picked up on Bebe's poor acting, and Wendy's poor-chanced story. Emily turned white with shock, eyes stinging red. Bebe looked down at her lap and sucked her bottom lip. Wendy smirked and managed to smoothly stand up out of the chair. Bebe frowned and looked like she was about to cry, too. "C'mon, loser." Wendy passively commanded. Bebe was red with anger mixed with guilt, but she served her leader like a slave. Poor Bebe, someone needs to free her from that psychopath. Emily ran up to her room and dug her face into her Jack pillow. She was wailing and sobbing and screaming. The boy she loved more than anything is in love with the girl she despised more than anything. This is the worst day of her life. She didn't even consider the fact that it might not be true. Things were over with her and Kyle. When will he see how much he'll always mean to me? I think it's not to be. Try as I may it doesn't last. No I think not, it's never to become, for I am not the one.

Emily quoted Sally's Song from the Nightmare Before Christmas with much truth. Kyle would never see her the way she sees him. It can't end up well. Kyle is just too good for her. The girly girls always win. Always.

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The next day, Emily came in earlier than everyone and told Mr.Garrison she wasn't feeling well. "Wayll would'ye like to go to the nurse for a few minutes, at layyst?" He hinted, running his hand along Mr.Slave's inner thigh. As much as Emily'd hate to delay the gay sex acts Mr.Garrison and Mr.Slave perform before school hours, Emily declined. "I actually feel a little better, never mind," Emily shuddered. Mr.Slave sneezed all over their pop quizzes of the day, and Mr.Garrison frowned. "Well look't that, smartass. You went and got Mistur Slaayyve sick! You can sit at the side of the clayss today!" Mr.Garrison hoped to displease Emily, but she turned triumplantly and sat at the end of the front row. The one ray of hope would be to stay away from anyone she cared about. That's why she sat at the end with Butters and Kal. They were both quiet and polite. Nonetheless, nothing could ever take her focus away from the fact that Kyle had fallen in love with the one person who deserved to die, die, DIE. What about Token? Does she care about him anymore? Does she even have a heart? How could she when it's her fault that so many were broken. Token came in with a fake grin on his face. Poor guy. He doesn't want to be made fun of. Stan was a little pleased for Token. But was a little bit distracted by someone. Just like Cartman was with Kristin.

Great, here comes another broken heart. Of course Emily was basing this theory on absolutely nothing, but so many crazy things have been happening lately, who can blame her? Wonder who he's going to fall for now? Please don't let it be Wendy. That'll just mean she'll be rewarded for being a bitch to everyone. Of course it wasn't her. It might be Bebe, because she was sorry about all this... or Kristin. No, he could never do that to Craig. He was in such a pitiful state these days. His hair was flipped over his eyes, the cute yellow puffball on his aviator hat was cut off, and he tended to be listening to depressing Hawthorne Heights songs. Spitting image of an Emo Slice, as Carly liked to call it. Wendy walked in with makeup about 3 inches thick all over her face. She winked at Kyle and sat next to him, taking Stan's spot. Stan shook with anger and took Token's spot, on the other side of Wendy. She probably thought she was sooooo cool, sitting in between boys who were in love with her. Token was left with Wendy's original seat, and Bebe was left sitting by herself. Emily almost cried when she thought about Wendy's fortune. She manipulated everyone to get people jealous of her to get a guy she'll never have. Then she took his best friend, which means ultimate jealousy points for her.

God, what a bitch. Butters tried to initiate a conversation with her, but she just waved him away. Butters was cute, that's a given, but he was just a little.. baby. If she was a little younger she would've went for it with Butters 'Leopald' Stotch. She shook her head in disbeleif. She could never love anyone except for Kyle. He was her soulmate. Maybe she wasn't his, but it didn't matter to her. People aren't supposed to get feelings like this when they're this young unless it means something. Love is a battlefield for sure. Emily tilted her head forward, letting her hair fall infront of her face, and silently cried until the bell rang.

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Until next time, »aym«