"Stanley, are you paying attention?" Mr. Garrison asks.

"Yes, sir," I say. I can't believe that retard teacher transferred to ninth grade! He was bad enough in fourth grade! Of course, I'm not really paying attention. I mean, how could I, with all this Wendy shit going on? A huge argument is raging in my mind.

She'd tell me anything!

That's what you think.

What if it's none of my business?

You're her boyfriend. It has to be your business.

Maybe it's something she doesn't feel comfortable talking about!

Dude, this is Wendy we're talking about. If she had a problem, she'd be complaining on and on and on. You would hate it.

So I'm screwed either way, is that what you're saying?

Do you want to know or not?

Well, if it's something bad I really don't want to know. But maybe I do.

Maybe it's time to dump her.

Dump? Dump Wendy?!?

I will admit the thought had never even crossed my mind. What would happen if I dumped her? What would my excuse be? Well, she is lying to me. She's not supposed to do that. But I don't want to dump her. I love her! But do I love the way she's lying? Wait a minute, I'm not even sure she's lying. I cannot dump Wendy, and I won't! That was a stupid thought in the first place. I feel something hit the back of my neck. A note from Kenny.

Are you still mad at me?

I look at the note in disbelief. How could he even think, that after yesterday, after everything he said about Wendy, that I'd still be cool with him? But then again… I'm thinking the same things that he said. But still, he's being an asshole; it's not his business.

Yes.

I toss the note back to Kenny. He reads it and begins to scribble something down.

I'm just trying to help you! Don't you think Wendy lying is a bit suspicious? Or to use a vocab word, 'conspicuous'? :D

I don't believe it. Kenny's trying to make me forgive him with cheesy vocabulary jokes. He really seems sure she's lying.

For the last time, Kenny, she isn't lying!!! She was talking to her father. Her frickin father! So quit frickin accusing her for God's sake.

I'm not going to let Kenny waltz his way into making this okay. He doesn't seem to care that I love Wendy. He's just jealous because I have a girlfriend and he doesn't. He wants to split me and Wendy up so he doesn't have to be all alone on the single circle. That dirty bastard. Kenny tosses me another note, but I crumple it up in my fist. He gives me a look that says "What the hell?" But I ignore him. This is all Kenny's fault. He's the one who made me think that Wendy was doing something wrong. I wasn't even suspicious before he accused her of cheating. Yeah, that's it. It's not Wendy, it's Kenny. God, I hate his guts now.

"Woah woah woah, hold up!" I say, surprised at the sight before me. "What's up with you two?"

Kyle and Red are not making out like usual. Before I came up to the lunch table to sit down, they were just talking like normal people, and their faces were like eight inches apart.

"We're tired of making out all the time," Kyle says, with Red nodding next to him.

"We just want to talk and hang out now," Red says.

"Damn it!" Kenny exclaims, sitting on the other side of Kyle. "You two were so hot making out." Kenny laughs and Red rolls her eyes.

"You still pissed at him?" Kyle asks me, jerking his head at Kenny. I nod and Kyle looks disappointed. "What happened yesterday?" he asks.

"Wendy was all pissed on the phone, and we heard her say something, and Kenny started saying she's cheating on me!" I exclaim, pointing at Kenny while looking at Kyle.

"What'd she say?" Red asks.

Kenny sighs. "She was mad on the phone and she lied to Stan-"

"She didn't lie."

"-and said she was talking to her dad, but we knew that sure as hell wasn't true so I just told Stan to watch out-"

"You just openly accused her!"

"- in case she dumped him and-"

"That's not what you said!" I shout.

Kenny finally acknowledges me. "Yeah it is!"

"No, you said that I should watch out and just started saying bad things about her!" I argue.

"I just said that you should-"

"You guys!" Red shouts. "Stop, stop, stop."

"Red, you're a girl, what do you think about this?" I ask her, suddenly inspired.

"I think this isn't a good time to talk about it, due to the fact Wendy is coming over here right now." My eyes widen and I turn. Sure enough, there's Wendy, walking toward our table with her lunch tray. I haven't talked to her since the whole "me too" incident yesterday.

"Hey Stan!" she says happily.

"Hi Wendy," I say, not nearly as cheerful as her.

"What's wrong, Stan?" she asks. She seems genuinely worried. Shove that in Kenny's face. She still cares about me.

"Oh nothing," I say, shrugging. Now that she's in front of me I can't shake off the angry feeling I have at her. No matter what I've said, I know that Kenny's right. That she was lying to me. I wish it wasn't true, but it is.

"Are you sure?" she presses. God, what's it to her. What seemed like caring only minutes ago now seems like nosy badgering. Does she have to know what's going on in my head all the time? What's it to her? Does she think I'm cheating on her? Cause that'd be totally hypocritical considering she does it herself. Oh God, don't say that. She's not cheating.

She notices that I haven't responded since she last spoke. "Stan, you can tell me anything, you know," she says.

That's what pisses me off the most. "So I should tell you everything, huh? I can trust you? So why can't you trust me? Why can't you just tell me the truth about whoever the hell you were talking to last night instead of lying about it. So you're really saying 'You can tell me anything but I'm gonna hide all my shit to myself'. Is that really how it is?"

"No, Stan! I was just-"

"No, Wendy, just screw it. I don't want to talk to you if you can't even talk to me. Come back when I don't have to hear any more of your stupid lies."

Sorry that this isn't the best chapter. Just Stan being a confused little whiny guy. I still love him. Took me FOREVER to write this chap. Changed the title too. Is "geometrical" a word. Oh well, that's why I changed it.