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The Break-Up

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Bebe looked down upon the two fallen sheets of paper as her breathing came at a faster pace. She could feel Wendy's hand on her shoulder in a sympathetic gesture. She didn't know why having Clyde's secret revealed to her took such a big blow to her heart. She should have expected it, known that it was bound to happen. That boy took everything for granted, and never did he once stop to think about Bebe and her feelings. Everybody was right; she meant nothing to him. Clyde was cheating on her with another girl. She didn't know who, but she was going to find out. The evidence was crumpled up on the floor at her feet, and their location, written clearly on the piece of parchment, was locked inside Bebe's brain forever. Boiling tears of fury welled up in her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. She balled up her fists as her whole body began to shake. She was going to find Clyde, and he was going to pay.

"Bebe...?" Wendy's voice was small, almost distant in Bebe's mind, for she was far too furious to hear coherently. Wendy had sounded hesitant, as if scared of Bebe. She tried again. "Bebe, are you alright?"

Wendy took hold of Bebe's shoulders and turned her towards herself to see her properly. Bebe's eyes were dark with hate and a twinge of revenge sparkled faintly in the blue edging around her black pupils.

"No." Her voice was grim, unlike her own. The once happy and carefree girl seemed to go away, replaced by a malicious demon. "I'm going to find him." Whether her voice shook from anger or hurt, Wendy did not know. "And I am going to tell him exactly how I feel about him. I'm going to get answers from him too."

Bebe then picked both notes up off of the ground and, with Wendy at her heels, walked briskly toward the cafeteria. Destination: the closet right beside of it.

As Bebe stomped down the hallway, all of her self-confidence, and her desire to beat Clyde to a pulp, vanished. Unfortunately, the feelings of hatred were replaced my searing stabs of pain. She wasn't heartbroken, no, she never gave her heart to Clyde, but it still hurt her greatly knowing that he was cheating on her. Wasn't she beautiful enough to make him happy? Wasn't she the girl that most guys wanted? And Clyde had her, but he decided to throw her away and go out with a different girl at the same time without Bebe knowing.

She suddenly stopped, bended over slightly, and clutched at her own chest as more hot tears escaped from her eyes. Wendy held her, hugging her until Bebe's tears stopped flowing.

"What has he done to me, Wendy?" she asked helplessly, her bloodshot eyes shining. "What did I do? Am I not enough?"

Wendy took in Bebe's desperate look and felt small, warm, betraying tears start to form in her own brown eyes. What had Bebe done to deserve this? Her best friend looked terrible, and she was being treated terribly.

"Bebe, you're amazing. Clyde is just an asshole. I think the best thing to do is to go and confront him in the middle of the act. Just go talk to him, and end this once and for all."

Bebe nodded through her tears, and they began the walk towards the closet once again.

As they approached the brown door with the words "Custodians Only" stuck upon it in black, Bebe felt another surge of hate and betrayal toward the people inside. She stepped forward and rested her hand on the doorknob. She turned around once more to Wendy, who nodded in approval, but her expression read 'nervous' all over it. Bebe thought that her expression must have mirrored it. She turned back to the handle, hating it, and then felt another pang of hurt. She gripped the doorknob tightly, and wrenched it open with all of her force and throwing it back, letting it slam into the wall.

There was a startled shriek from the strawberry-blonde-haired girl sitting in Clyde's lap, and a few glances from people in the cafeteria.

Bebe's eyes glared down upon them, taking the scene in. They were both fully clothed, but their hair was messy and jostled. Clyde's eyes were wide with surprise and terror. His pupils were dilated hugely, making his whole eye appear black. He saw the pain in Bebe's eyes, and gently scooted the girl off of his lap.

"Hey, Baby," he began, tried to play it cool although his voice cracked. "I, uh, wasn't expecting—"

"YOU'RE DATING MILLIE?!" Bebe screamed, and every face in the cafeteria looked at them, some moving toward where they were standing. Clyde shrunk backwards, his hands in midair as if about to cover his ears.

"Look, Baby, it's not what you think--" But he was cut off once again.

"NOT WHAT I THINK? NOT WHAT I THINK? WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS, CLYDE?" Bebe's eyes were narrowed with anger. More and more people gathered near them, wanting to see what was happening.

Clyde and Millie stood up and brushed their pants off. He sighed. "I, uhh..."

"I HAVE THE NOTE, ASSHOLE. DON'T TRY TO DENY THE TRUTH!" Bebe shrieked, pulling out the crumbled paper and throwing it at his stunned face. "AND I KNOW IT'S YOUR HANDWRITING, TOO."

Clyde's brown, depthless eyes showed defeat, but he still moved closer to Bebe. Her eye-makeup was completely smudged, and there were lines of black running down her face. Her aqua blue eyes were wide open and looked crazed. Her breathing started to become erratic. By then the whole cafeteria was watching. Millie, still in the closet doorway, was just staring at Clyde, but her eyes showed no sadness, no remorse. They gleamed with knowledge, as if she had known that Clyde was still going out with Bebe.

Clyde slowly put his hand on Bebe's shoulder, only to have it slapped away. Bebe took a step back and glared at him with utter loathing, but her eyes sparkled with tears.

"How... could... you?" Bebe choked out, the tears spilling down her face.

"Bebe, please, I'm sorry, but you got boring. You would never do anything with me, and you kinda ignored me."

She looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet nervously. "You never did care about me, did you?"

When she looked back up at Clyde, he felt as if her eyes pierced his, reading right in his head, and X-raying him beneath his clothes.

"Of course I did--"

"NO, YOU DIDN'T!" Bebe interjected, stomping her foot on the ground. "YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME ONE BIT, YOU ASSHOLE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I BOTHERED TO EVEN ASK YOU WHEN I KNEW YOU WOULD JUST LIE TO ME!" Her eyes bulged out of her head, and they were looking directly at Clyde. If looks could kill...

He tried to stay cool and collected. "Yes, I did--"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Her voice rang out three octaves higher than normal, and some people covered their ears.

"Oh, jeez," Butters murmured from the crowd while covering his eyes and turning away.

"I'm done with your lies, Clyde! And I'm done with you!" Bebe fell to the floor on her knees, covering her face with her hands.

Clyde took a step toward her and said, "Baby, we can work this out, don't--"

"No, we can't..." she said, staring down at the floor."Everybody always told me to break up with you, and I can't believe I never did it before."

Clyde stepped back, offended.

Somebody murmured in the crowd, "Dude, this is so epic. I'm glad I had fourth period lunch today. I feel bad for the people who don't have this lunch shift right now."

"Just get away from me, Clyde," Bebe whined.

Clyde took one last cold, emotionless look at her crying on the floor, and whispered, "C'mon, Millie."

Millie then scampered out from the doorway toward Clyde, but before he got halfway there, Bebe stood up and screamed.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO LEAVE ME HERE AND THEN TAKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND AWAY WITH YOU! I HATE YOU, CLYDE HARRIS!" With that last sentence out, something she had been meaning to say a long time ago, she slung her backpack off of her shoulder. It was stuffed with heavy textbooks and full binders. She got a good grip on it, threw it straight at Clyde, and it collided with his upper chest and face. He was lifted off of his feet by the impact, and fell to the floor, unconscious. There were screams and gasps from the crowd, and Bebe's chest heaved up and down almost violently, shuddering with the need of air. She then turned around briskly, heels clomping, and walked away.

Wendy did not dare to follow her, for she was almost afraid of her best friend.

Bebe walked up the staircases until she got to the third floor, heading for the chemistry classroom.

What had she done? She had found out that Clyde was cheating on her, screamed at him, and knocked him unconscious with the sheer weight of her backpack. It served him right… didn't it? I mean, she thought, he cheated on me for the whole time we were going out. I think he deserved to be hit with my backpack.

She was scared though; she was scared and torn apart. Nobody she had ever gone out with was that special, but none of them had actually cheated on her. She didn't know what to do, or how to control her feelings. She was on the verge of breaking down on the floor when she finally approached the chemistry room.

Peering into the classroom, she could see Kyle presenting a paper to the class. His voice floated through the glass part of the door. It was muted, but still perceptible.

"…gas enters the alveoli, oxygen in the air dissolves and rapidly diffuses across epithelial tissue into a web of capillaries around the alveoli. At the same time, carbon dioxide diffuses across the epithelial tissue in air space to be…"

Bebe then opened the door quietly. The whole class turned their heads toward her, some with astonished looks, some looking horrified. Kyle stopped reading mid-sentence and glanced at her, dropping his paper on the floor. It was then that she realized what she probably looked like to them: Her hair messed up and frizzy, black eye-makeup lines' running down her cheeks, her face pale, and her eyes bloodshot.

She smiled a watery, heart-breaking smile while looking straight at Kyle, telling him I need you without words.

"Uh… uh, I have to go," Kyle stuttered, jogging toward the door. Without a glance behind him, he shut the classroom door and grabbed Bebe's hand, leading her into a lonely corridor. He turned to face her, and with one sad look into her eyes, he pulled her into a long, well-needed hug.

She cried into her shoulder, all the while he rubbed her back and stroked her hair, whispering, "It's okay, Bebe. It's okay, I'm here for you."

The comforting gestures and soothing words only made her cry harder. Knowing that Kyle cared for her and would always be here for her was greater than the most valuable treasure. She wondered for a brief moment what Wendy would think of her, if Wendy would still be her friend. After all, she actually witnessed the scream-fest. The thought drizzled away like melting snow as she felt the warmth of Kyle while he held her. What had she been thinking? Everything would be okay, as long as Kyle was there. He would help her through the pain; he would stay by her side no matter what.

She smiled through her tears, but continued to hold onto him like a life preserver. He kept a tight grasp around her, not asking any questions about what happened, but only continued to murmur gently.

After a few more minutes spent in assuagement, Kyle released half of Bebe. Still gripping her waste, he led her out the school doors and toward his house.

Bebe leaned into him as they walked while the snow flurries whisked around them in white, fluttery swirls. Kyle looked down at her. His crepuscular green eyes swam with sadness, and concern was prominent in his expression.

The walk was silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. Thankfully, his parents were both at work, and Ike was still in school, so the house proved to be empty as they approached it. Kyle took his house key out from his pocket and twisted it inside the lock, and the green house's door creaked open slightly as they pushed it and stepped inside.

Bebe attempted a grin through her tears as she stepped into the familiar, warm house. The green carpet, blue walls, brown couch, and television in the main room felt like home to her. There were family pictures up on the walls; most of them were from when Kyle was in grade school. A golden candelabrum was placed in the corner of the room on top of a small wooden table, and an abandoned dreidel lay on the floor where someone must have left it. Kyle took her hand and led her up the stairs and into his room.

He lifted Bebe off of her feet and placed her in his bed, under the covers. He then left the room, coming back a minute later with a glass of water and a washcloth. Bebe snuggled up under the comforter, and Kyle used the wet, warm cloth to clean the black smudges off of her face.

She smiled at the warmth and shut her eyes.

"Bebe, I put this glass of water here incase you get thirsty," Kyle whispered.

"Mhm…" Bebe replied back, not being able to form words. She was so tired…

Bebe flipped over so her stomach was against the mattress. She breathed in Kyle's fresh scent off of his pillow, sighed, and smiled. She was home. Kyle was here with her, and she would be okay. She had almost forgotten her troubles with Clyde, and then realized that Kyle had never asked her about what had happened. But he probably already knew. He didn't need to ask.

I know that he will bombard me with questions when I wake up, Bebe thought to herself. She didn't want to think about it right then, but didn't need to because she still had a few hours of comforting sleep left before she had to talk at all. And during her slumber, she could escape this town, and enter a world all of her own…

The last thing she felt was Kyle's hand rubbing her back softly, and then she succumbed to sleep.

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AN: Blaaaah sorry that was such a short chapter! But I'm kinda short on time right now! I'm post a longer one next chapter! Please REVIEWWWW!!!! =]]