The news about me and Bebe spread through the school quickly. Most people found it ironic that Wendy's ex best friend and her ex boyfriend got together so quickly. Anyone who asked Wendy about it was told to fuck off.

Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman no longer minded Bebe being around a lot. We were a lot less dramatic than me and Wendy had been. I guess, for them, it was a nice break from the soap opera.

"Okay Kyle," Kenny says quietly, turning to his redheaded friend, "Red is right over there. Now we need to get the rumor spreading." He grins at Bebe.

Bebe looks angrily at him. "I'm trying to fix my reputation. I'm not a gossip anymore!" The way she's turning her life around makes me proud.

The blonde boy just rolls his eyes. "Damn it, Bebe! You were my whole plan!"

She sighs. "Look, I'm really sorry, to you, Kyle, not to Kenny. But I don't want to have anything to do with rumors anymore." I smile at her, and Cartman feigns puking into his hands, receiving a glare from both of us.

"Whatever, then," Kenny says, waving a hand at her carelessly, "We still need someone to get the info to Red."

Cartman rolls his eyes and stands up quickly. "Kyle, you WHAT?!?" he shouts, causing lots of people, including Red, to turn around.

Kyle looks confused, but Kenny catches on. "Yeah, Ky, why would you do that? That stuff was your whole life!"

Finally, the Jewish boy catches on. "No it wasn't. The source of my whole life is gone, and it's all because of that damn money. I got rid of it." He steals a quick glance at her, and she's staring at the conversation, shocked.

"Yeah, but how are you gonna get into college without the money?" I ask, wanting to be a part of fixing Kyle's relationship.

"I'll save my own money. I'll get a job," Kyle replies loudly, "I don't want to depend on my parents. Red was just one thing. If I don't do exactly what they want all the time, they'll take it away anyway! I don't want to have to live with that hanging over my head!"

Kenny's looking away, and I can see a slight smirk on his face. "She's totally into it, you guys," he whispers. "But Kyle," he adds, returning to his obnoxious acting voice, "Now you have no girlfriend and no money!"

"I know, but at least the money's gone, so I can date whoever I want," he says. We can hear Red stand up and walk to our table.

"You guys totally staged this," she says, taking a seat next to Kenny and across from Kyle.

Kenny feigns a shocked face. "What?"

"Did you really get rid of the money?" she asks Kyle, her dark green eyes flicking between his light ones.

"Yeah," Kyle replies, "I told my parents that they could keep the damn money because even without it I'll still love you."

Cartman groans. "God, is that exactly what you said?" he asks, "Cause that's just damn cheesy."

"It's what I do," Kyle says, grinning sheepishly at Red.

She rolls her eyes and smiles. "Kyle, you realize that you just risked your chances of going to college for me, right?" He nods. "And you realize that'll affect the rest of your life?"

"I know, and I told you that the other night. Being without you will affect the rest of my life more."

"Jesus Christ, I am seriously considering becoming gay," Cartman comments, rubbing his forehead.

Red laughs. "I've missed you, Kyle. I thought I could forget you, but I can't."

"It's been two days!" Cartman shouts, and I shush him.

"It's too long to be without you," Red gushes.

Cartman grabs at his hair. "You… god! Don't you have a soap opera to go play in?"

"Hey, you brought her back, Cartman," Kyle reminds him.

He glares. "I didn't know you two would be so gushy at each other. And I didn't get you back together, and it…"

"Thanks."

"No, fuck you, you stupid… wait, what?"

Kyle laughs. "I said thanks! Is that a foreign word to you, fat ass? Thanks for helping me get Red back."

"I… uh… no problem, Kyle."

We all laugh at his inability to understand compassion when an unwanted black haired girl approaches us.

"So, this is how it's going to end?"

Clyde is hovering nervously behind her, holding her pink sparkly purse. "How what's going to end?" Kenny asks.

"I don't know, this emotional roller-coaster shit we've been doing all week. Is it over now?"

We all stare at each other. "I guess so," I reply, "I got rid of you, got with Bebe, Kyle got back with Red, you're with a pathetic asshole, yeah, things are good."

"This isn't how it's supposed to go," Wendy says, glaring at me, "It's not supposed to be all happy shit like this. It's sappy and cheesy and lame. Plus, you're supposed to have more trouble getting her back."

I roll my eyes. "This isn't one of those stupid internet stories you write, Wendy. This is real life, and there's nobody writing this out for us. There's no author controlling what happens, and putting difficult stuff in our path just to make a plot."

"Well, couldn't that be God?" Kenny asks.

"Let's be atheists for a minute, here," I reply quickly, "The ending can be as easy as we want it to be."

Wendy scoffs. "So that's it then? That's how it's going to end?"

I grin at Kyle and Bebe, who both return it slyly. "No," I reply, "This is how it's going to end." We stand up and push Wendy back into Clyde, who stumbles back onto the football players' table. They both land on it, spilling all the jocks' Gatorade everywhere. And Wendy ruins the third white skirt this week.

We laugh loudly, and Cartman groans. "God, this is getting cheesy. Just end this damn thing, please!"

I'm sorry about the super lame ending. I know it's cheesy and stupid, but I couldn't get an inspiration for the ending, so this is it. Yes, it's over. I bet you're cheering happily in your seat. Well, that waste of your life story was over, now I can focus all of my attention on Fight Fear With Fire. Haha, sorry about the lameness of the last few chappys, I just... couldn't get into anymore. But this is the FIRST multichap story I have EVER finished, so I'm pretty excited. So today, July 7, 2009, I finished Geometric Love with exactly 15 chappys. *claps*

I love everyone who read, and I love everyone who hated it. Haha, Thanks to everyone! And bye! See you again soon!