I do not own southpark
chapter 3
Cartman felt sick, he wasn't really good with akward situations, he usually wasn't involved in such things because of this reason. He had to admit to himself he's always had a thing for Wendy, after all she was in the top 5 prettiest girls in school, and she was no fool, she was smart wich was a huge plus for him. Not many other girls in this town were, you could probably tell them the sun circles the earth and they would not argue you.
Problem was she was always glued to Stan, and he had to get over it, after what happened in the third grade at that stupid flag debate he was hooked on her. All the shit he gave her was always to get her to look at him, to get just a few seconds of her life and attention it was pathetic but it was enough, for a while. He wanted more, and when they all got hit with puberty he lusted after her, he would stare at her from afar when she had practice memorizing ever little thing about her to use later that night.
Once he got into hockey and began losing weight he finally got laid, it was with his first cush, Patty Nelson. He was the second out of the four to loose his virginity but even after everything he still wasnt satisfied, he could mystify anyone into bed with him, but he was always hungry, he was never satisfied.
Cartman shifted not daring to make eye contact with Wendy, if he did that, she'd be able to see the weakness in his eyes. Like hell he was about to give her that satisfaction, so he kept his eyes trained on Kenny waiting for anything to happen, his body was literally screaming for him to run and get away from Wendy as quickly as possible to get away from what ever feeling he was feeling at the moment.
He felt movement next to him and only then did he look over to watch Wendy take out her phone and beging texting. She typed furiously then set the phone on her lap fixing her position to look at Stan, Cartman looked over at the teen who was now pulling out his phone. He stared blankly at the screen before tapping on it and putting it to his ear, sure enough Wendys phone began to vibrate and she swiftly ignored the call.
"SON OF A BITCH!", Stan scram debating on braking the phone he held in his hands, " bad news? ", Kenny asked as Stan held his head. "Wendy just broke up with me", Stan spoke softly as the red head lit up, "now we can be together without trouble Stan! ", she said with a smile. Kenny shook his head slowly, "what ever, come on Kyle", Kenny said turning to leave , Cartman nudged Wendys shoulder motioning her to move also.
They moved swiftly and quitely making their way to the neighbors front yard were Kenny was waiting for them while Kyle focused on bitting his thumb. "Come on, you guys got to go before Stan comes after me and Kyle", Kenny ordered, Cartman nodded looking over at Wendy who was also nodding, they both took off into a sprint heading down the street trying to get out of sight. Once around a corner they stopped catching their breath then they continued to walk at a slow pace, " that was... interesting", Cartman finally spoke.
Wendy kept her eyes on the ground, "yeah", she finally answered after fishing in her mind for anything. "Are, uh, are you going to be alright hoe? ", Cartman asked trying to ignore the nauseating feeling swimming up his throat. Wendy nodded pulling her phone out staring at it before looking up towards him, "if it's not to weird... can I have you and Kennys number.?", Cartman stared at her blankly before nodding and taking his own phone out.
After a few minutes of staring at eachothers phones and verifying that the numbers were correct they started walking in the general direction of Starks Pond. Until Cartman noticed Wendy had been holding her left fist closed tightly trickling drops of blood on the snow covered sidewalk, "woah wait what happened to your hand? Your trickling Hep B everywhere!", Cartman asked stopping her and taking said bleeding hand into his to look over the damage.
Wendy had completely forgotten about the thorn that had been digging into her hand back at Stans house. She watched Cartman unfold her fist sighing then dig out his red bandana from his jacket, he cleaned the area as best as he could before tying the bandana around her hand to stop the bleeding. He did all this quickly and quietly, "when you get home just disinfect it, put a band aid on it and you shouldn't need it amputated, so with that, sorry but you won't be able to plant any trees for a while", Cartman lectured before smirking at her blank expression.
"I dint know you could act so human", Wendy finally spoke staring at her hand before closing her eyes, turning to continue walking. "That's probably as human as you'll ever see me get hoe, sorry to disappoint", Cartman answered scratching his head. Cartman took a glance around him stoping at the stop sign with Wendy, "I have to get back to Kenny, I'm sure Stan is hunting me down right about now, so you can walk your scank ass home right? ", Cartman asked taking his phone out once more.
"You know Cartman I have a name", Wendy said with a sigh, "I'll take that as a yes", Cartman turned phone to his ear waving bye at her. Wendy watched him walk off, pulling her injured hand to her chest, she hated to admited but at that moment she let her self fall for Cartman. She bit her lip stopping herself from running aftet him, or calling him back even though she had nothing to tell him, she looked forwards slapping her cheeks and proceeded home.
000
Cartman sat silently watching Kyle type away on his laptop, Kenny sat besides him flipping through the channels on the TV. Cartman sighed, " what are you doing jew? ", Kyle looked up at him with a scowl, "my geometry essay", Kenny looked over at the red head confused. "An essay on numbers? What the fuck Kyle? ", Cartman smirked as Kyle sighed. "It helps me calm down ok dude", Kyle explained turning back to his laptop.
Cartman looked towards the TV before feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out and stared at Stans text. He slowly pressed on the screen opening the message, "you better have a good fucking explanation for you kissing my girlfriend ass hole cuz I'm going to kick your fat ass!", Cartman chuckled loudly catching the attention of the two other teens. "Stans calling me out on the whole Wendy thing", Cartman spoke beginning to type his reply, "I was smashed dude, it's not my fault she came after me... again! Haha cuz you know she kissed me back then too", Cartman pressed send.
No longer then a minute later he received a reply, "tomorrow, at the football field, your ass is mine!", Cartman smirked, "sure thing gay wad", with that Cartman set his phone back into his jacket pocket looking towards the TV were some Terrance and Philip re-run was playing. "So I'm guessing your gong to fight Stan? ", Kenny asked tapping his knee staring at the TV, "yep, he wants my ass", Cartman laughed at the last part, "that's gay of him", Kenny giggled brushing his blond hair away from his face.
"Dude, why are you guys going to fight? You and Wendy had a drunken get together, it's not like you guys actually fucked", Kyle spoke scrunching his nose. "I guess this is Stans way at getting back at me? ", Cartman said staring at the ceiling, "he's not thinking right, and when you brake a rib or two his going to be even more angry", Kyle added shaking his head, " aww its nice to know you support me", Cartman laughed scratching his neck.
"Your like twice his size dude, and your whole goal in hockey is to toss people around more so then football, doesn't take a rocket scientist to know basic common sense", Kyle spoke, "exept Stan thinks he can win dude, so I think it does in this case", Kenny teased as Kyle pushed him. Cartman sat bitting his lip thinking, his mind wandering to Wendys blank stare when he had helped her with her hand, it was adorable, something Cartman never said about anyone or anything.
000
Wendy sat at her mirror fixing her eyeliner trying her best in her half asleep state when her phone began to vibrate, she looked down at Bebes picture flashing on the screen. "Hello? ", Wendy spoke setting the phone on speaker, while she finished her task, "Wendy, we need to get to school like pronto! Stan is going to fight Cartman at the football field! ", Wendy stared at her phone. "What? !", she scram taking the phone off speaker and setting it to her ear, "Stan, Cartman, fight, like now Wendy! ".
Wendy stood taking her bag and running to her room door, " I'm heading out, pick me up will you? ", she heard Bebe laugh, "already outside". Wendy jogged down the stairs quickly waving her mom goodbye and flying out the front door. She put the phone in her pocket running to Bebes car and jumping in. "Let's see what those two are fighting about now", Bebe spoke as she pushed down on the gas.
Wendy sat fixing her jacket and blouse as she looked at herself in the passenger mirror, "I broke up with Stan yesterday". Wendy said while taking out her lip balm and applying a bit on her lips, " well after what happened at the mall, I don't blame you, Hey! Maybe Stans trying to get back at him for the public humiliation!", Bebe shook her head, "what a prick".
Wendy nodded at her reflection before pushing the mirror back up towards the roof, she watched the school come into view noting that the parking lot was actually full of other cars, with teens running towards the football field. "Wow with this many people, I doubt there's even going to be a fight, I bet the teachers have already put a stop to it", Bebe mumbled puling into a empty spot earning a honk from a car who was also gunning for it.
Stepping out Wendy took Bebes arm pulling her along, "come on", Wendy said anxiously as Bebe groaned locking her car. The two teens ran pushing several other teens in the process, they soon came to the field were Cartman stood at one end rubbing his tired eyes as Stan who stood at the other end cracked his knuckles.
"So like, when you invited me to this event, you stated it was only going to be me and you? Also you wanted my ass to yourself so, I was imagining candles, some smooth jazz playing and maybe some cream?", Cartman spoke with a cocky smile. Stan turned a bright red a vein in his neck coming into view, "oops, I guess I miss took your erotic threat", Cartman chuckled.
Stan began walking towards him takinghim by the collar once he was in range, Cartman stood unmoving hands in his pockets, watching Stan breath deeply, " You fucking fat bastard! ", Stan started. Cartman looked confused before smirking, "I told you dude, she came to me", Cartman whispers as Stans fist collided with his jaw.
Cartman stepped back rubbing his jaw and spitting to the ground, "come on Stanly! You got to hit harder than that if you want to do anything", Cartman teased cracking his neck. Stan scram charging at the brunet landing another hit, wich Cartman took as he retaliated with a punch to the teens side. Stan stumbled back holding his side, not noticing Cartman walking towards him, he looked up in time to see Cartman move his arm, his fist kissing Stans cheek sending the teen to the floor.
All the teens on the bleachers yelled as Cartman spat on Stan, "it's over Stan, I'm not even dating Wendy, but since it pisses you off that bad, I just might", Cartman spoke just loud enough for Stan to hear. "Then again, your already made your choice right? When you allowed yourself to get blow jobs from that cheap hooker you were hiding", Cartman shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Well this has been a waist of time", Cartman turned walking away from the teen who had pulled a baton from his jacket away from the crowds view. Stan stood charging at Cartman who just turned in time catching the batons attack on his upper left arm. Cartman cringed at the sudden impact as everyone began to yell some jumping over the railing to detain Stan.
Cartman took Stans arm trying his best to take the weapon from his hand just as Stan landed a second blow to Cartmans shoulder. Cartman moved his head forward his forehead colliding with Stans nose, hearing a snap Stan jumped back as Kenny tackled him to the ground. Cartman fell back holding is left arm and right shoulder cursing at the sharp pain shooting from the areas.
Kyle came to his side, "dude holy shit, are you okay?!", Kyle asked looking the brunet over for blood, he knew first hand what kinda damage a baton could do, when wielded with force. He had Cartman to thank for that experience, but he knew what to look for, luckily Cartman looked fine, he glanced over at Stan whos head was being shoved into the grass as his nose bleed all over.
"That was a pretty cheap shot dude, I expected that shit from Cartman, not you dude", Kenny lectured taking the baton from Stan as Craig and Clide took Stan puling him up by his arms as they walked him towards the locker rooms. "Come on dude, let's get you into the med room", Kyle commanded as Cartman groaned standing and walking to his destination. Kenny and Kyle both looked at one another shaking their heads following behind the brunet.
Wendy watched pulling Bebes hand, "come on let's go see if there okay", Wendy ignored the odd stare Bebe was giving her as Wendy began pulling her along. Both teens moved swiftly through the crowd as teens stood around them tweeting the event and uploading the videos they had captured to the Internet.
Once inside the school building, both girls moved towards the athlete medical room, they walked in to the room without knocking as Cartman was pulling his shirt off. Cartman groaned in pain not having noticed both teens standing at the door staring at him.
Wendy couldn't help but swallow up what was infront of her. She hadn't known just how much Eric Cartman had fucking grown from his fat youth. She stared at his broad chest, his stomach still held a bit of pudge but she could she the six pack under the skin, he was in no way skinny, but he was not fat either, he was a healthy middle.
"Uh, are you guys okay?", Kyle asked causing Cartman to look over to were both teens stood trying to process what to say, Cartman smirked, "perverts". Kyle shook his head setting the items next to Cartman so he could begin working on the teen. "We just wanted to see if your okay, what Stan did was-", Wendy was interrupted by Cartmans stare, "a pussy move, your barely noticing what little of a man he really is? You are a blind bitch you know that".
Kyle slapped his shoulder causing Cartman to shrink back in pain, "watch it asshole, he's still my best friend you know", Cartman glared at the jew, "whateva", Cartman groaned rubbing his shoulder. Kyle moved quickly placing and pressing an icy hot pad on Cartmans shoulder, wich caused the brunet to bite his tongue and exhale sharply.
Kyle then did the same to his left shoulder were a visible bruise was forming, Cartman then poped a few pain killers before standing from his sitting position and pulling his shirt on as once more Wendy drank up the show.
"Ah good, once your out, Stans going to need his nose reset and then bandaged up", Kenny spoke yawning. Both girls hadnt heard the blond, "Ah right, can't have these two in the same room, have the teachers found out?", Kyle said moving to collect what ever items he was going to need for Stan. "You know they have, but like always most of them don't give two shits as long as the two are still standing and breathing", Kenny answered.
Kyle and Cartman nodded their heads, "right so I'm off", Cartman spoke taking his bag from the table and walking towards Wendy and Bebe. The two moved without a word or glance at the brunette, Cartman walked past them and down the hall, Bebe sighed turning to Wendy only to stiffen, Wendy glanced behind her to see Stan glaring at them both.
"What are you guys doing here? ", Stan asked as Token ushered him into the med room, both girls said nothing as Stan jumped up on the table were Cartman had been sitting. "You did a shity thing you know that? ", Wendy started as Stan rolled his eyes, "your taking his side now? !", Stan complained as Kyle handed him a pack of ice to set on his nose. "Do you even know why I did it? ", Stan asked narrowing his eyes, " theres a rumor about you and Cartman sucking face, I had to put an end to it", Stan stated puting the ice to his nose cringing at the contract on his skin.
"It's true Stan", Wendy spoke catching Stan off guard, "i.. we were both drunk when it happened, god I don't remember much from that night, but it happened", Wendy admited. Stans face turned red with anger, "but you know it isn't as bad as what I saw at the mall you know", Wendy narrowed her eyes at Stan. "You and that red head are a thing right? ", Wendy asked knowing the answer, Stan stared at her unmoving, she was pretty sure he wasn't breathing anymore.
"Wendy it is-", Stan stopped watching Wendy shake her head.
"See you around Stan, I hope she makes you happy, really", Wendy spoke turning and walking down the hall in the direction Cartman went with Bebe at her side. It was going to be a long day.