A/N: I know the dialogue sucks in this chapter, for some reason I was having a hard time writing this one. I'm going to try to make the next one better. Thanks for all the reviews. Kisses-Lunagrrl180

I'm pacing back and forth, my footsteps making crunching sounds in the frozen, dirty snow. Two arms grab me around the waist and I jump.

I turn and put a hand over my heart, "Jesus. You scared the shit out of me."

Stan grins, "So, what was so important that you couldn't tell me about it at school?"

A lump forms in my throat and I swallow hard.

"Look, "I pause, not really sure what to say, "We need to talk."

Stan's face falls and I instantly wish I could take back my words.

"I...uh…um…I did something…uh…."

I'm at loss for words and Stan looks at me curiously. I turn my head away, unable to meet his eyes.

"Wendy," he says softly, taking my face in his hands and pulling me closer, "its okay. We can talk about it."

He kisses me lightly and I feel even more like shit, if that's possible. I pull away from his grasp and sit on a log. He sits next to me, our knees touching. An awkward silence ensues, and after several minutes, I can't stand it anymore.

"I had sex with Kyle," I blurt out, then clap my hand over my mouth to keep the words from escaping.

Stan turns to face me, his blue eyes filled with shock, disbelief and hurt.

"What the fuck, Wendy?"

"I-I'm s-sorry," I stammer.

"SORRY!" he yells, "sorry doesn't even-"his voice softens, "How the fuck did this happen?"

"It was the night of Craig's party. I was really, really drunk. I-"; I stop and look down at the frozen ground underneath us.

"I'm sorry", I continue, "there really is no excuse."

I look up and Stan is walking away.

"Wait, Stan, "I call, "where are you going?"

He stops and turns around to face me, saying simply, "To find Kyle."

He walks away and I bury my head in my arms. Shit.

Kyle's POV

I'm sitting on the couch, kicking Kenny's ass at Demonkiller 8 when the door opens and Stan storms in, looking pissed as hell.

"Dude-"I begin, but before I can say anything more Stan has me in a headlock.

"Dude! What the fuck?"

Stan is talking so fast it's practically unintelligible; I manage to catch the word "Wendy".

Shit. I manage to break out of his headlock, no small feat considering that Stan is the varsity football captain. My jade green eyes meet his baby blue ones in a stubborn staring contest. Behind me, Kenny sits on the couch, watching the action curiously. The game over music from the game only adds to the tension in the room.

Suddenly, my mother appears in the doorway.

"Bubbe, is Kenny staying over…" she trails off and disappears from view, as if she understood the intensity and awkwardness of the situation.

Finally Stan snaps.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!?" he screams at me. "Do you like fucking other people's girlfriends or something?"

"Dude, I-"

Stan interrupts me, "Fuck you Kyle. I don't give a shit about your excuses. You can have Wendy if you want, I don't give a fuck."

With that he storms out and slams the door, disappearing into the fading sunlight.