I do not own southpark

chapter 2

Cartman sat at his desk playing counter strike when a call window poped open on his screen, the familiar gay fairy player cads flashing green. He clicked answer as the red head came on screen, "sup jew", Cartman greeted boredly, " your lucky Stan dosn't want to press charges on you", Cartman chuckled. "I think he learned his lesson from the last time he called the cops on me, but come on jew, you know he deserved the ass whopping I gave him".

Kyle closed his eyes, Cartman knew that face, it was the face Kyle made every time he knew he was defeated, " yeah maybe". Cartman smirked, "well since your such a pussy and can't keep him in check, you need to tell Wendy that Stan is cheating on her, come on jew you have way more feelings than I do, dont you feel bad for the slut? ", Cartman watched Kyle frown. "You know I do dude but those two are fucking great at twisting what you say, she won't even believe me maybe", Cartman nodded.

"Why do you care, you and Wendy are like fucking enemy's right? ", Cartman watched Kyle lean on his arm looking bored. "I heard from Kenny that her and I had a little adventure at the last party", at this Kyles eyes widened, " I honestly dont remember much from that night, but I do remember almost scoring, Kenny tells me that Wendy was more than willing to let me take her, but...", Cartman closed his eyes. "She blew chunks on me", Kyle began laughing, "so that's why you were painted in something green and fowl smelling".

Cartman glared at the screen as Kyle settled his laughter, "so what, that dosn't mean anything, a drunken spat, maybe she dosn't remember also and I mean Bebe was hella smashed too", Cartman nodded. "I don't know, maybe I need to finish what we started", Kyle frowned, "that's sick dude, you know how frigged she is". Cartman smirked, "that's because this guy hasn't had a good crack at her", Kyle rolled his eyes, "one could mistake all the arguments you two have on the regular as foreplay dude, you guys are always mind fucking once another".

Cartman shruged as he could hear someone knocking down stairs, "I'll talk to you on Monday jew, someone's at my door", Kyle simply waved him off as Cartman closed the window. Stepping out of his room and walking down the stairs he heard the slight knocking once more, "COMING JESUS! ", Cartman yelled in annoyance.

He was expecting Stan to be at his doorstep a baseball bat at the ready for his revenge assult, he knew it couldn't be Kenny since he had a spare set of keys on him, he had just spoken to Kyle. Opening the door he stared down at Wendy holding her scarf over her nose for warmth, " what the-", Wendy shivered, "can I please? ".

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Cartman glared at her before he steped to the side allowing her in, she enjoyed the feel of warmth creeping into her body as she heard the door close behind her. "What the hell do you want hoe? ", Cartman growled glaring down at her, "if your wondering were your pussy boyfriend is he isn't here so you can fuck off". Wendy watched him moving to open the door once more, "I'm not here looking for Stan, I'm here to ask you some questions", Cartman cast her an odd look while she set to look trough her purse.

Finding the piece of paper and handing it to him, "what does that mean exactly?", Wendy asked trying to sound as confused as possible. Cartman stared at the note before crushing it, " means what it means, are you that retarded?", Cartman asked dropping the crumpled piece of paper on the floor and moving towards the couch. Wendy bit her lip thinking carefully, "how long have you known", Wendy looked over towards the teen who was now thinking, "since last year, beginning of the season", Wendy felt her legs buckle.

It was going on for that long, she was being cheated on for that long, she felt stupid, humiliated for not being smart enough to notice the signs. As soon as the hurt settled, hate began to bubble to the surface, she could feel all the muscles in her body becoming tight. "Thank you" Wendy squeezed out watching Cartmans face twist with confusion, "for beating him up on friday", Cartmans eyes widened as Wendy turned towards the door, opening it .

She needed to plan her next move, she wanted to destroy the football player, she just needed to think up a good enough plan. Slamming the door behind her she made her way home thinking, before she noticed she was standing infront of Stans house holding a baseball bat, moving towards his truck when she felt someone tug at her shoulder. "Are you really fucking stupid, this in the number one way of getting caught and labeled a fucking psychopath!", Cartman lectured taking the bat from her.

She glared at him, "so what do I do huh? !", Cartman was about to answer when the front door opened, " Wendy? Cartman? What the hell are you two doing? ", Stan asked rubbing his eyes of sleep, "did you just wake up dude? And you call me lazy", Cartman said hiding the bat behind him. "Shut up, what are you doing here with Wendy", Stan asked Cartman looked around, "I was on my way to Kennys asshole, I just happen to bump into Wendy on her way to meet you", Cartman lied.

Stan slowly nodded, Wendy bit her tongue as Stans eyes landed on her, "weres the necklace I got you Wends?", Cartman looked over at her, "must of forgot to put it on this morning", she lied as sweetly as possible. "Anyway I wanted to talk to you but I just remembered Bebe wanted to go to the mall today, so I'll see you at school", Wendy turned to leave as Stan simply shruged walking back inside.

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Cartman walked after Wendy catching up to her, "if you want to get back at him, you can't be stupid, dumb slut". Wendy stopped turning to him, "so what's your idea?", Cartman smirked thinking, "well going to his house with a baseball bat isnt it, i suggest fucking with the one thing he loves", Cartman srated plainly as he leaned the bat againsta random car. "Wich is? ", Wendy asked Cartman raised a brow, "seriously? It's football, do you not pay attention or do you just not care, you guys have been together for so long, come on", Cartman mumbled while pinching his nose in frustration.

"How the hell do I screw him over", Wendy asked as she began to walk once more, " there is alot of shit you can do with chilly hoe", Wendy glanced at him. "You can rub it on his fucking cup, jerseys, pants, fucking helmet or you can start dating someone else, play the field like he is", Cartman said tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm not like him! ", Wendy fumed crossing her arms, "but he's been doing it to you without a care in the world". Wendy stopped thinking, " there has to be a reason", Cartman stopped dead in his tracks turning to her with a look of disbelief.

"Are you seriously trying to think of a reason to justify Stans cheating?!", Wendy closed her eyes bitting her lip, "you really are a cheap whore arnt you, if you can try to rationalize why he's a piece of shit and still be with him, then I guess you can rationalize a reason why I do this".

Wendy quickly tried to back away as Cartman took hold of her waist and brought her close to him, " it's nothing bad hoe, I'm just a helpless little boy confused, and curious about the wonders of sex", Wendy stiffened. She pushed away freeing herself from his grip as he stood unamused, "YOU PIG!", Wendy yelled and Cartman smirked, "so what's Stan then hmm?", Cartman asked arching a brow in amusement.

Wendy wanted to yell at him, punch him, but he was right, all he did was hold her closer to him, Stan was actually getting physical with someone else. Keeping her in the shadows, Cartman turned to walk, "you'll figure it out hoe, you always do". Wendy balled her hands into fists as she felt tears sting her eyes, looking towards the brunet teen she felt her stomach turn.

He was giving her support in his own twisted way, he might not be like Bebe who would hug her and let her cry her eyes out. Cartman was the reality check, he was one of the few people who walked the line between insanity and sanity in this town. She ran after him surprise and confusion on the brunettes face as Wendy came to his side.

"Please help me", Wendy asked looking at the ground, Cartman scoffed, "why? ", it was a simple question and Wendy dint know how to answer. She bit her lip before looking up at him, "because unfortunately you know how to get to people faster than I can", Wendy hadn't noticed the teen figure approaching them from behind like Cartman had. Cartman smirked, "fine, the first step is this", Cartman swung his arm around Wendy's shoulder bringing her close to him again.

"Let people talk and get to Stan", Wendy looked over her shoulder to see one of the freshmen cheerleaders running away from them. "Cartman I don't kn-", Cartman cast her a look, "dont worry bitch I'm not going to fuck you, just let this get to Stan, talk gets to people". Wendy stepped away from Cartman once more.

She looked at him, he really had grown up, he played hockey now wich helped him keep most of his weight off and it helped him channel his aggression towards something or someone. His forever hazel eyes had some how gone from a nice chocolate light brown to almost grey, his chocolate brown hair never going past the collar of his shirts. He was attractive, well to those who liked bad boys and unfortunately for Wendy, she loved bad boys, something she came to terms with in middle school.

Cartman smirked, "you know if you keep staring I'm going to start thinking your checking me out", Wendy quickly looked away, "in your dreams asshole, I was just noticing how tall you really are", Wendy mumbled kicking a rock that was laying on the side walk. "Well duh, unlike Stan, I'm an actual man, but you wouldn't know anything about that since you like more feminine males", Cartman said while brushing his hair back.

Wendy rolled her eyes as she spotted Kenny walking towards them, "yo Ken", Cartman greeted nodding his head, "well look at what we have here, you two make such a lovely couple, are you out for a mid day stroll?", Kenny teased as both Cartman and Wendy glared down at him. "Ah as always both of you can't take a joke, anyways I wanted to inform you that Tweeks 'rents are going out of town, and Craig is talking him into tossing a big party for this Saturday, since you know hockey is around the corner for you guys".

Cartman nodded, " it be sweet maybe we can catch a little ass too", Kenny and Cartman high fived at the statement while Wendy stood disgusted. "You guys really are sick! ", Cartman glanced at her, "I'm not tied down at the moment hippie, but if I was I wouldn't be going out looking for ass, when I'd be to busy trying to bang my chick everywhere, every way possible", Cartman stated matter factly. "I have standards, and cheating is no were near what I would ever do".

Wendy stood blushing speechless, as Kenny and Cartman began to laugh at her expression, "oh my god, your such a virgin!", Kenny teased holding his sides. Wendy swiftly moved to punch Kenny when she stopped noticing Cartman was looking behind him, down the road a car had pulled up infront of Stans house, the same girl from the mall exiting the side door. Cartman and Kenny quickly got down and out of view pulling Wendy down with them, " come on let's go", Kenny said waddling towards one the bushes near him.

"I want to listen in", Wendy stated moving towards the red head who hadn't noticed the three hunched down low to the ground. Cartman wanted to stop her, but she was already out of reach. Cartman and Kenny sighed lowly following after her. They reached Stans neighbors yard and got into a position were they can listen and see both teens, Wendy was gripping the bushes branch tightly ignoring the thorn digging into her flesh.

Cartman and Kenny sat besides her incase she decided to go in for the kill, the red head knocked in the door fixing her skirt and shirt, Stan soon opened the door a bit of surprise on his face, "what are you doing here!?", Stan quickly closed the door behind him pulling her along the side of the house closest to the trio and towards the back yard. The three moved swiftly following the teens towards the back yard.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to see if your ok after what happened friday, that prick really hit hard", Wendy bit her lip as the red head patted Stans cheek. "I'm fine, I was about to call you anyways, I wanted to talk to you about Wendy", Cartman and Kenny looked towards the female in between them. "Hmm what about her? ", the red head asked clearing uninterested, "I've been thinking and maybe, i don't know, I think we should brake up", Wendy inhaled sharply. "Who? You and me or you and her? ".

Stan looked at the floor, "I'm not sure, I really really like you, your gorgeous and we have alot in common, but I dont think I can stand you being away from me, you know", Cartman and Kenny had to put theor hands on Wendy's shoulders to keep her still. "Oh Stan, you know I come visit you every weekend, I take very good care of you", the red head spoke rubbing her hand up his chest making Stan sigh.

"Besides, if she's as pretty as you think she is, she'll have no problem finding someone new, problem is she's so frigid, she'll never keep a boyfriend for long I'm surprised your still with her", the three teens sat silent both Cartman and Kenny keeping their eyes glued to Wendy. "She's a good person Jess", Stan groaned, "yeah but so are you, you deserve to be awarded from time to time, but she dosn't give you that".

"Then the answer should be clear then Stan", everyone turned to the new voice, a very angry Kyle stood arms crossed over his chest.

"Cartman was right, you do deserve to get your shit pushed in", Cartman smirked at Kyles statement, "Kyle the hell dude? !", Stan yelled frustrated, "if she's such a good person, you should be doing her justice and letting her go, not fucking around behind her back! ", Kyle yelled losing his cool. "How would you like it if she did that to you?! ", Kyle asked and Stan chuckled, " she would never do that dude, she's to good of a person to do that".

Kyle took a deep breath, "she's made out with Cartman", the word's hung in the air as it sunk in to Stans mind. "WHAT? !?", Stan scram pushing the red head that was curled in his arms away, "Stop fucking around Kyle, it's NOT funny!", Stan growled walking towards Kyle. Kyle stared at him in disgust, "really dude, you've been doing this for over a year now, so what if she almost scored with Cartman?", Stan took Kyle by the collar.

Kenny quickly moved to stop Stan from hitting Kyle, "now now children, let's not get to riled up", Kenny spoke staring at Stan. Back at the bush Wendy and Cartman sat silent, feeling the akward mood swim between them. "What the fuck are you doing here Kenny?! I thought fat ass was going to go spend time with you? ", Stan asked stepping away from Kyle. "Don't know about that, but I was looking for a shroom stash a buried around here, when I heard this drama going on?".

Kenny looked back at Kyle to make sure he was ok, "by the way, I agree with Kyle here, if you can't play the field and get played then maybe you shouldn't be playing it". Stan stood unmoving, "Wendy would never sleep with fat ass!", Stan growled as Kenny smirked, "you know, Cartman may not be the 'ideal' guy, but I mean, correct me if im wrong, he gets WAY more pussy flying his way then you do, and unlike you, he's not exactly tied down so, he's free to bang what ever he wants, that's what championship winning hockey players get", Kenny chuckled.

"And I mean Wendy and you were broken up for real last time and hey, she chose to explore her horizons and play tonsil hockey with the hockey player, she was free to do so, you guys weren't together like you are now, while your here messing around with. .", Kenny looks over at the red head standing behind Stan, "... her".

Stan stood unmoving as Cartman and Wendy sat motionless, Cartman scratched his head, "we must of been really drunk, huh", Cartman whispered glancing at Kenny who stood strong in between Kyle and Stan. "Yeah", Wendy mumbled biting her lip, "I don't even remember getting home", she added and Cartman nodded. Wendy took a glance over towards Cartman to notice he was deep in thought, she wondered what he was thinking, she looked towards Stan who also seemed to be thinking. Wendy closed her eyes making a decision.