Author's Notes: Yay, I'm on three. Somehow. Hooray for random inspiration? We've skipped ahead about a month in this chapter, as it's the first day of school, which is August 30, 2006. Again with the story being set in the 2006-2007 school year. If you don't like it…well, I really don't give a rat's ass, now do I? In the month since the last chapter, Kenny and Jessica have had a few dates but they are not an official couple, Wendy and Token are still together, Bebe and Craig are still broken up, Heidi and Cartman are still doing their sex thing, Stan and Red are still together, Butters and Rebecca are still together, and Seth is back in Seattle, although he and Mandi are still together. I am introducing Janae Taylor in this chapter, and she belongs to Brown Sugar1, as does her boyfriend, Derrick Hartman. Mandi's younger sister, Desirae, will also make a guest appearance. She's the same age as Jessica and Katie. I will get to Homecoming and Wendy's mistake soon, so you bitches can just be patient, okay? Anyway, as always, review when you're finished reading, goddammit. Oh, and I have to warn you now…there's teenage drinking in this chapter. It happens, we all did it, so again, you can get over it, okay? Now…enjoy!
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Wendy sighed as she looked her schedule over. AP Calculus, AP English Lit, AP Biology, Orchestra, Lunch, AP Government, AP Psychology, and AP Spanish V. Six AP classes, wonderful. She had taken a few before, of course. Chemistry, physics, English comp, and US History her junior year, and world history and Brit Lit her sophomore year. She had gotten all fours on the tests, but she had worked really hard for them. Second semester wouldn't be much better, as AP Psych would be switched to AP Micro Econ. That would make seven AP tests for her. She checked her watch. It was 7:10 AM. School started at 7:35 and Jessica was taking her sweet fucking time.
"Jessica, you have three minutes and I'm gone!" Wendy called upstairs. She was probably up there straightening her hair or waxing her legs or something else stupid and time consuming. Ever since she and Kenny had started dating, she'd been even more vain, which was saying a lot.
"School doesn't even start for like, twenty minutes! It's only a four minute drive!" Jessica said, coming down the stairs. Yup, her hair was straightened and it shone like glass. She tossed it over her shoulder and smiled at Wendy. She had that bitchy cheerleader thing down, that was for sure.
"And I'm your ride. If you want, you can catch the bus. Or better yet, you can walk. It's better for the environment." Wendy said, grabbing her backpack and keys.
"Yeah, if it's so much better for the environment, then why do YOU drive?" Jessica asked, checking her reflection in her compact. Nevermind the fact that she had JUST spent an hour in the bathroom perfecting her make-up and hair.
"Because I'm always stuck at school until after dark with student council and debate. Walking home alone at night is a nice way to get raped." Wendy replied, slipping on her jacket. The heat wave had left South Park and the temperature was back down to a downright balmy fifty-four degrees.
"Whatever." Jessica replied, running out to Wendy's Saturn, a gift from her parents on her sixteenth birthday. Jessica was looking forward to her birthday because she knew she would get one too. She pulled out her compact again and checked her lip gloss as she climbed into the front seat.
"Jesus Christ, Jessica. How much time do you spend looking at yourself in the mirror?" Wendy asked, getting in the car and rolling her eyes. Jessica rolled her eyes right back.
"Maybe you should start caring a little more about your appearance and less about everything else." Jessica replied, giving Wendy a pointed look. Wendy self-consciously ran a hand through her hair. She had taken the time to tame it that morning, and she thought the loose curls worked for her. She glanced over at her sister's outfit and saw tight low rise jeans and an aqua Henley shirt. She compared it to her own purple and yellow tye-dyed t-shirt and old jeans. Whatever, she thought she looked good. Jessica was just being a bitch. She started the car and drove towards school, not saying anything when Jessica turned some annoying hip hop station on.
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Mandi pulled into Janae Taylor's driveway and waited patiently, just as she did every other morning. Mandi drove on even days and Janae drove on odd ones. It was their way of saving gas, plus they got to hang out every single morning. They had become friends when Janae had moved to South Park from Maryland towards the end of fourth grade. Mandi had still been relatively new, and she had been happy to take Janae under her wing. Kyren had shown up shortly after Janae had, and they had become a sort of threesome, always hanging out and working on projects together. Sometimes they picked up Rebecca too, but lately she had been carpooling with Butters. She had joined the three of them sometimes, but since her break-up with Stan, she had been distant. Janae opened up her front door, tossed a casual goodbye over her shoulder to whoever happened to be home, walked out to Mandi's car, and got inside.
"Hey." she said, closing the door.
"You look happy." Mandi replied, grinning and backing out of the driveway.
"I spent my entire summer sleeping in. Now I have to get up at 6:30 in the morning again, and that shit just doesn't work." Janae replied, taking a bite out of a cereal bar she had pulled out of her purse.
"At least it's senior year." Mandi said, smiling.
"Goddamn, why are you so cheerful this morning?" Janae asked, raising her eyebrows at her best friend. Usually Mandi was lethargic. Today she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. It wasn't normal.
"Seth called me right as my alarm clock went off this morning. Isn't that sweet?" Mandi gushed, grinning. Janae rolled her eyes. Mandi and Seth together were disgusting. Not in the way that Mandi and Scott had been, though. Mandi and Scott had been disgusting in a "What the fuck, is this legal?" kind of way. Mandi and Seth were just disgusting in that they were always gushing about each other or making out in front of people. Janae missed Mandi and Kyren…Kyrandi. They hadn't touched each other very much. They had obviously been in love, but they didn't torture people with it.
"That's lame, Mandi." Janae replied.
"Oh whatever. You're just pissed because your boyfriend doesn't do nice things like that for you." Mandi replied, putting on her turn signal and turning onto Pine Street.
"If my boyfriend called me that early in the morning, I would cuss him out." Janae replied, finishing her cereal bar off.
"Oh whatever. You would be totally happy if Derrick did something like that for you." Mandi replied. Janae was dating Derrick Hartman, a guy from Northwest Park. She had met him at some party at the beginning of the summer. He resembled Cartman a lot, in everything from looks to personality. The only difference was that Derrick was black and Cartman was white. Derrick was also slightly less of an asshole than Cartman. Mandi thought it was creepy and that it proved that Janae had a secret boner for Cartman, but Janae just told her to shut her goddamn mouth whenever she brought it up. Derrick was a year older than them and attending a community college in Denver.
"No, not really." Janae replied. What the hell was Mandi on lately? She had never allowed Kyren to make big romantic gestures. She had gotten mad if Kyren had even tried to hold her hand in public.
"I think you would love it." Mandi replied, turning onto Main Street.
"I think I'm tired of hearing this already." Janae replied, pulling a small bottle of apple juice out of her purse and taking a sip.
"Fine then. So how's your schedule?" Mandi asked, turning onto Fairplay's Main Street.
"It's lame. French, AP English, AP Bio, Trig, Lunch, Sociology, AP Psychology, and Government. I still don't remember why you talked me into all those fucking AP classes." Janae replied, pulling out her schedule and showing it to Mandi.
"Because they look good on college applications, silly." Mandi replied, turning into the Park County High School parking lot. She would be in six AP classes herself, three of which she had with Janae.
"So, you're going to be seeing a lot of Kyren." Janae said, hoping to keep Mandi from mentioning Seth again.
"Of course I'm going to be seeing a lot of Kyren." Mandi replied, pulling into a parking space near the front door.
"I mean you'll have a lot of classes together, right?" Janae asked. Mandi turned off the engine, but kept her hands on the steering wheel.
"I don't know. Maybe." she replied, tightening her grip.
"I didn't really see him that much this summer. I wonder how he is." Janae said, sneaking a glance at Mandi from the corner of her eye.
"His parents sent him to London, I guess." she replied, finally letting go of the steering wheel and unfastening her seatbelt. Janae unfastened hers as well.
"London? And you guys didn't talk at all?" Janae asked, surprised. Mandi and Kyren had managed to maintain a stable friendship since they had broken up.
"Not really." Mandi replied, opening her door and grabbing her backpack before climbing out and slamming the door. She pressed the lock button for the doors on her key ring and started walking towards the doors. Janae followed suit.
"Not even on your birthday?" Janae asked, finally catching up to Mandi. Mandi's birthday had been in July.
"He sent an e-mail." Mandi replied, opening the door and starting towards the senior hallway. Janae trailed after her until they reached their lockers, which were right next to each other. Mandi opened hers up and threw her bag in it. Her sudden hostility told Janae that she didn't want to talk about Kyren. She decided to talk about Seth again since Mandi loved that subject.
"So, when do you get to see your lover boy again?" Janae asked, turning her locker dial.
"Kyren isn't my lover boy, Janae." Mandi replied, giving her a dirty look.
"I was talking about Seth, dude." Janae replied, opening her locker. Shit, there WERE some deep feelings there.
"Oh. I'm flying out there Friday after school, remember? Labor Day weekend." Mandi replied, hoisting her purse up and shutting her locker.
"Oh yeah. That's sweet. I can't believe your parents are letting you do that." Janae replied, digging in her backpack for her French workbook that she was supposed to study over the summer. She hadn't, of course. She was willing to bet that no one had.
"My parents can't really stop me. I'm eighteen and I made the money for my plane ticket all by myself." Mandi replied. Mandi had been working at Whistlin' Willy's Pizza since their sophomore year of high school. She was a birthday party hostess, but she also wore the costume on occasion. She made pretty good money for a part time job and her hours were great. Plus she always got huge tips from the parents.
"But are your parents mad about you going?" Janae asked, frowning. Mandi's mom had loved Kyren and had been very upset when Mandi had ended things with him. Mandi's dad preferred Seth because he played hockey. Both of her parents had hated Scott.
"Well, my mom keeps reminding me to take my birth control on time and my dad wants to come with me so we can stay in a hotel. I think they are afraid I'm going out there for hot monkey sex." Mandi replied, rolling her eyes. Her mom had more or less forced her to start taking birth control when she hit eighth grade, even though she had never had sex with anyone until Scott Tenorman had found his way into her panties. She and her dad had instituted a "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy when it came to anything sexual. It was easier for her dad to live in denial about his daughter's sexual activity because he had moved to Denver following he and Mandi's mom's divorce when Mandi had been in fifth grade. Mandi still saw him all the time, but not living under the same roof still kept him in the dark about a lot of things when it came to Mandi and her brother and sister.
"But they aren't mad? They aren't yelling at you about it?" Janae asked, shocked.
"Nope. They trust my judgment and my ability to have an abortion if necessary." Mandi replied, grinning. Janae just rolled her eyes.
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"Guess who." a voice whispered in Wendy's ear. Then a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She could only hope it was Token.
"Hmm…Cartman?" she asked, grinning to herself.
"Cartman? What the fuck, Wendy?" Token asked, spinning her around so she could look at his face.
"Oh, I just assumed it was Cartman. That's his new way of greeting me." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes.
"Oh it is, is it? Do I need to go beat his ass?" Token asked, frowning. Leave it to him to take her seriously when she was kidding.
"You, beating Cartman's ass? Please." Wendy replied, turning back to her locker. Token may have been one of the biggest guys in the school, standing at about 6'2" and weighing in close to 220 pounds, most of it muscle, but Cartman was still stronger than him. Token lifted weights and played football, but he was still one of the weaker ones on the team. Cartman had actually grown into his body once they had hit puberty. He was two inches shorter than Token, but he had about fifteen pounds on him. He also played on the Park County High School hockey and lacrosse teams. He was captain of the hockey team, in fact. He had been since Seth had graduated. He didn't really have much fat on him, but the fat jokes lived on. He could still eat like an elephant, but pretty much every calorie that went into his body got burned off somehow.
"You don't think I can take him?" Token asked, raising an eyebrow. Wendy rolled her eyes at him.
"I don't think anyone can take him." Wendy said, shrugging. It was true.
"You mean besides you?" Token asked.
"Jesus, not that again. I'm not talking about things that happened years ago, Token." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes again.
"Whatever, fuck that fat piece of shit. He's not what I came over here to discuss." Token replied, putting his arms around Wendy again. Wendy was about to reply when Bebe hurried over in an angry frenzy, glaring behind her and she walked. Wendy raised her eyebrows.
"That son of a bitch is actually dating that fucking whore, Wendy!" Bebe said, clenching her fists.
"What son of a bitch and what whore?" Wendy asked, unwrapping Token's arms from her waist and placing a comforting hand on Bebe's shoulder.
"Fucking Craig!" Bebe replied, kicking at Wendy's locker. Why did she always have to take her anger out through violence?
"That would be my cue to leave. We'll finish this later." Token said, glancing at Wendy and walking away.
"What did Craig do?" Wendy asked, frowning.
"Just look at what he's doing right now!" Bebe replied, pointing down the hall, behind Wendy. Wendy turned around and looked. Craig had Lexus pinned against her locker, kissing her neck.
"Holy shit. Maybe you were right." Wendy replied, her eyes wide.
"I fucking knew it! Jesus Christ, the fucking nerve!" Bebe replied, glaring at Lexus. Lexus chose that moment to open up her eyes and wink at Bebe. Wendy placed her hand on Bebe's arm as if to hold her back.
"Who cares? You dumped his sorry ass. Let him get pig herpes or syphilis. It's his own fault." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes at Lexus and Craig.
"You know what? You're right. Craig's a stupid dick. Besides, I can do better. I can find someone else." Bebe said, crossing her arms and turning away from Craig and Lexus's soft core porn scene.
"Exactly. You can find someone more mature. Someone who isn't going to be HIV-positive in a few months." Wendy replied, reaching into her purse and grabbing a bottle of water.
"I mean, just look at all of these freshmen. They are hot, aren't they?" Bebe replied, eyeing a few as they walked by.
"Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her water. Bebe just laughed.
"Seriously, though. I am not going to sit around and let Craig have all the fun." Bebe replied.
"So…don't let him have all the fun." Wendy replied, not exactly sure what Bebe meant by that statement. Maybe she wanted to lez out with Lexus.
"I'm going to get back into dating. I'll find a boyfriend. And goddammit, I will not let Craig and Lexus ruin my senior year with their tonsil hockey bullshit. Fuck them both." Bebe said, stomping her foot.
"Fuck them both? Are you talking literally?" Wendy asked, raising her eyebrow. Bebe swatted her lightly.
"Shut up, I'm serious!" Bebe replied.
"Yeah, so am I." Wendy said, rubbing where Bebe had hit her.
"I'm done with high school guys, though. From now on I'm only going to date older men." Bebe said.
"Older men? Like married men in their forties?" Wendy asked, confused.
"No, like college guys. Jesus, Wendy, work with me here." Bebe replied.
"College guys?" Wendy asked, still confused. Where the hell was their conversation trying to go?
"You're supposed to be the smart one, Wendy. I date older guys because guys mature slower than girls do. I'm mature now, so I have to date a guy two or three years older so he's on my maturity level. Get it?" Bebe asked, rolling her eyes.
"My brother is two years older and he's nowhere near mature." Wendy replied.
"Your brother is an exception to every rule." Bebe said, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe you should date him, then." Wendy said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Bebe smacked her again.
"Sick!" she replied. Wendy laughed.
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"You smell so good." Red said into Stan's neck. He wasn't sure how she could smell anything with her entire body wrapped around his and her nose pretty much smashed against his skin, but whatever.
"Yeah?" he asked, trying to pull away from her a bit. He really didn't want to wind up making out up against her locker, and that was exactly what was about to happen.
"Yeah." she replied, kissing his neck. His eyes almost rolled back into his head and he got dizzy for a second.
"Red…no. Not here." he managed to gasp out as her lips found his earlobe.
"Why not?" she whispered into his ear. It made him shudder in absolute pleasure.
"Anyone could just walk by." he replied, finally gathering up the willpower to pull himself away from her. She pouted.
"We never get any alone time." she said, her lower lip jutting out.
"Dude, we spent the entire summer alone together. I saw Kyle like, four times!" Stan replied. That was a lie. Kyle had hung around them constantly. Stan hadn't minded, but evidently Red didn't like watching them play video games. But he and Red had had those nights at Tweek's Coffee where Rebecca had bored holes into his head with that hurt look of hers. It wasn't even a glare, it was just a look. A look that made Stan wish for a glare and maybe a swift kick in the nuts because that would hurt way less.
"And you zone out all the time too! What's your deal?" Red asked, her hand on her hip. Evidently she had been bitching for a few minutes. Stan had been lost in his own thoughts.
"What? Nothing. The bell is about to ring. I'll see you later." Stan replied, literally running off down the hall.
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"Come on, Cartman. Just come over tonight, okay?" Heidi asked. No, more like begged. Cartman sighed and resisted the urge to smack the bitch across the face.
"I can't." he replied, not bothering to give a reason. It was the twentieth fucking time she'd asked him and the twentieth fucking time he'd said no. He didn't want to meet her fucking family, he didn't want to eat dinner at her house, and he didn't want her to think of him as anything more than a good fuck.
"Come on. Everyone already thinks we're together." she said, running a hand through her newly cropped brown hair. Before, it had hung almost to her waist. Now it was at her chin.
"We are together. A few nights a week." he replied, grabbing his trig notebook.
"What if I want more?" Heidi asked, playing with her hair again. If she couldn't keep her fucking hands out of it, she should have just shaved it off.
"I don't." he replied, shrugging. What more did the bitch want from him? He kept her moaning whenever they did spend time together.
"But I love you." she replied, looking at the floor. Fuck.
"No." he said, brushing her off.
"Yes." she replied, frowning.
"No." he said, rolling his eyes.
"Goddammit Cartman, yes. I love you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want us to go to dances together and I want you to come and meet my parents. I want us to do all of those bullshit things that couples do, like bake cookies or watch TV or whatever. I just want us to be official. The entire fucking school already thinks we're together anyway." she replied, crossing her arms and looking him right in the face. She was done playing coy. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.
"Bitch, what did I say? I'm not your boyfriend." Cartman replied, stomping off. She kicked a locker in anger and caused a group of freshmen girls to squeal and run off. Goddammit.
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Wendy slammed her locker door and walked to the Debate Team room. She was hoping to avoid Token. He had been an asshole to her since that morning, and she didn't need to hear his bitching. She rolled her eyes as her phone made a dinging noise, signaling a text message. She pulled out her phone and read it.
"Hey Wendy, r u mad me?" it said. It was from Token. She snapped her phone shut and chose to ignore the message. She didn't have time for Token and his chat speak. If he wanted to talk to her, he knew where to find her. As she twisted the doorknob to the Debate room, a voice made her jump.
"Who are you ignoring?" Cartman's voice asked. She resisted the urge to backhand him.
"Cartman, you fucking jackass. Why are you sneaking up on me?" she asked, irritated.
"I'm not sneaking up on you, bitch. Jesus, you need to be more aware of your surroundings." he replied, smirking at her.
"Whatever. And I'm not ignoring anyone." she replied, walking into the Debate room.
"You snapped your phone shut like you're pissed. Token?" he asked, following her into the room.
"No." she replied, taking a seat at one of the tables.
"Liar." he replied, sitting right next to her.
"Goddammit, Cartman. I'm not in the mood for this." Wendy said, taking out her Debate folder and looking through papers.
"You're never in the mood for it. What are you, perpetually PMSing?" he asked.
"Fuck you." Wendy replied calmly, not even looking up from the paper she was reading. She was used to his bullshit. Mostly.
"Come on, I know you want to talk about it. What did that black asshole Token do now?" Cartman asked, his voice taking a gentle tone. Wendy's head snapped up at this.
"Why do you even care?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I don't, really. But who the hell else can you talk to? They'll just say 'I told you so' and you know it." he said.
"And you won't?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, because I never told you that Token was an asshole." he replied, shrugging.
"You just called him a black asshole." she said.
"He is a black asshole." Cartman replied.
"So you called him an asshole." she said, rolling her eyes.
"No no, I called him a black asshole. There's a difference." Cartman replied, waving his hand.
"But you think he's an asshole." Wendy replied.
"Well, yeah, of course I do. That one goes without saying." he said.
"So, in reality, you couldn't give me advice or something. You already think he's a dick. So really, all you can do is agree with me. Just like everyone else." she said, going back to the paper she had been reading.
"But I wouldn't be a jackass about it." he replied, grinning.
"You're a jackass about everything, Cartman." she replied.
"Whatever, skank. See if I ever try to be nice to you again!" he said, getting up and stomping angrily to the other side of the room. Wendy just rolled her eyes.
"That was you being nice? Calling my boyfriend an asshole?" she asked.
"Your boyfriend is an asshole. And you're a fucking whore, bitch!" Cartman replied, stomping off into the hall. Wendy caught bits and pieces of what he muttered to himself. A lot of stuff about how she was a dirty slut and a skank. Oh, and a hippie. How shocking. She rolled her eyes and went back to reading the paper in front of her. She needed to figure out how to recruit new members to the Debate Team, and she was not going to let her co-captain get to her. Douche.
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Jessica finished towel drying her hair and walked back into the main area of the girls' locker room. She had just finished cheerleading practice, and she was ready to go home and die. Varsity was definitely harder than the freshman squad. As she walked to her locker, she could see that her best friend, Katie McCormick, was sitting on one of the benches, flipping through an issue of Cosmo. She closed the magazine when she heard Jessica open her locker.
"My brother is waiting for us outside. He wanted to come in, but I told him he would make the sex offenders' list for sure if he did." Katie said, putting the magazine in her bag.
"Your brother is waiting? Oh my God, I'm a mess!" Jessica said, running to the mirror. Her hair was wet AND it was curling like it did when she hadn't brushed it yet. Plus she had no make-up on.
"Chill. Jesus." Katie replied, rolling her eyes.
"I look like shit, Katie! He can't see me like this!" Jessica replied, digging through her bag for her straightener. She couldn't find it, which probably meant that she had left it at home. Shit!
"He sees me every single morning like this and he hasn't died from it yet. Well, okay, he did twice…but it was a total coincidence." Katie replied.
"Yeah, well, you're his sister." Jessica replied. Kenny and Jessica had somehow managed to keep their relationship a secret from Katie, and Jessica was actually afraid to tell her.
"And you're my best friend. So you're just like his little sister. Only…not." Katie replied, shrugging. Jessica mentally gagged. She really hoped Kenny didn't treat his actual little sister like he treated her…the idea of his tongue in Katie's mouth…gross.
"No, I'm not like his little sister." Jessica replied, brushing her hair out. She would just have to put it in a bun and hope for the best. Maybe Kenny wouldn't notice how shitty she looked.
"Oh my God. How did I fail to notice this before?" Katie asked, her eyes widening. Jessica's eyes widened as well.
"What? What are you noticing?" Jessica asked, mentally scrolling through everything that she and Kenny had done and any way that Katie may have figured it out.
"Oh man, I am so stupid for not noticing this earlier!" Katie replied, shaking her head.
"What?" Jessica asked, scared.
"It explains SO much! You always have to look perfect when you know my brother will be around. When he drives us home, you always find excuses for him to drop ME off first. You always act nervous when you see him…" Katie said.
"What? I do not!" Jessica replied, blushing. She didn't mention that Kenny was the one who found reasons to ditch Katie first and that she was nervous around him because she was scared to death that Katie would figure it out.
"Oh yes you do. And I know why." Katie replied, her eyes shining.
"Katie, before you get mad…" Jessica said; ready to defend herself if necessary.
"Mad? Why would I get mad? You having a boner for my brother is funny!" Katie replied, laughing.
"What? A boner? I do not have a boner!" Jessica replied, blushing.
"Oh yes you do. It's so obvious." Katie said, still laughing.
"It's not funny." Jessica replied, her voice sounding very small. That could be the laryngitis she was developing from screaming cheers for an hour, though.
"Oh, it's funny. It's hilarious. Now hurry the hell up." Katie replied, walking out into the hall. Jessica hurriedly applied mascara, eye liner, and shiny pink lip gloss. She did a quick mirror check and then ran into the hallway, hoping to God Katie hadn't said anything to Kenny.
"Took you long enough." Kenny said, standing up from where he had been slouching against the wall. Jessica smiled.
"Sorry…had to shower and stuff." Jessica replied, shrugging.
"Yeah, she had to look perfect for her lover boy, you know." Katie replied, smirking. Jessica shot her a death glare.
"Lover boy? You told her?" Kenny asked, his eyes widening.
"Wait…told me what?" Katie asked, glancing from Jessica to Kenny.
"Nothing, nothing." Jessica replied. She shot Kenny a look that clearly said "Keep your goddamn mouth shut".
"We might as well tell her, Jess." Kenny replied, putting his arm around Jessica. Fuck.
"You mean…you two…SICK! FUCKING SICK!" Katie exclaimed.
"It's not sick. Your thing with Clyde? That was sick." Kenny replied, pulling Jessica closer.
"I never had a thing with Clyde, you thick headed fucktard. I tutored him in fucking math." Katie replied, gritting her teeth. She was really sick of her whore of a brother insinuating that she was just as much of a slut as he was. The only reason she spent any time with the retarded guys in South Park was because she got paid to tutor them. She was number one in her class, but she was also a certified genius. Even though she had just finished her first day of sophomore year, she was technically a senior with all of her credits. She had been taking classes at the community college since the beginning of summer, which was probably why she failed to notice Kenny and Jessica sneaking around behind her back.
"Whatever. I'll date who I want to date, Katie." Kenny replied, rolling his eyes and taking Jessica's hand. They walked quickly to the doors, leaving Katie to trail behind them. Jessica shot several apologetic looks over her shoulder at Katie, which Katie ignored.
"This is almost like incest!" Katie said. Kenny and Jessica ignored her. Dicks.
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Bebe slammed her bedroom door and threw her bag on her bed. Her day hadn't been bad, per se, but she was sick of watching Craig and Lexus go at it in the halls. It was just sick. She sat down in her computer chair and scooted in to her desk. She hadn't checked her Myspace for a few days, so she decided to do that before opening up her e-mail. She went to the Myspace homepage and logged in. She saw that she had new picture comments, new messages, and a new friend request. She went to the picture comments first. They were comments on pictures she had taken at the last pool party of the summer and they were from Mandi. All of the pictures with comments were pictures of Mandi and Seth. One of them was Seth throwing Mandi into the pool, one was Seth hoisting Mandi onto his shoulders, and one was the two of them sitting together on a towel. The last one was actually kind of sweet. Bebe smiled. She was glad someone was happy in their relationship. Even if it was a weird pairing. She checked her friend requests next. She only had one, from a guy who looked vaguely familiar. His display name was Scott or Something. He had red hair, freckles, and glasses. She went to his profile and saw that he was twenty-three. Kind of weird, but he was sort of hot. She accepted his request and moved on to her messages. She had one from Wendy, asking her about her profile song, one from her cousin in Dayton asking about life, and one from the Scott guy. She opened Wendy's first, sent a quick reply with the name of her profile song, and moved on to her cousin's. She told her that school was good, she had dumped Craig, and that life was generally good. She and her cousin weren't very close anyway. She moved on to the one from Scott. His message basically said that he had found her through Millie's profile and that he thought she was cute and hoped that they could be friends. Oh, and that she might remember him from high school because he had graduated her freshman year. His name was Scott Tenorman. She froze when she read that. She was kind of supposed to hate him for what he did to Mandi, but she never really met the kid. She had just heard Mandi bitch about it for a month and then she had moved on to Seth. At the end of the message, Scott included his screen name. Bebe decided to sign into AIM and see if he was on, just to see what he was about. She added his screen name, Scotty2Hotty, to her buddy list. She saw that he was online and decided to IM him right away. "Hey…this is Bebe. You added me on Myspace." she typed. She hesitated over the enter key, but hit it anyway.
"Oh, hey. I didn't think you would actually talk to me." he replied.
"Really? Why did you think that?" she asked.
"This is going to sound weird, but I think you're really pretty. Girls like you don't go for guys like me." he replied. Bebe blushed.
"Oh stop it. I am not." she replied.
"Oh yes you are. Anyway, I'm glad you decided to IM me. I read your profile, and you seem like a really cool girl." he said. She smiled.
"Thank you. I'm reading yours right now. You seem nice too." she typed back. She thought about adding a smiley face, but decided that that might be overkill. She also went to his Myspace page so she wasn't a liar. She found out that he went to college in Denver, that he worked in a pet shop, and that he had his own apartment. Nice, nice, and nice.
"Oh yeah? Good. I'm glad you're reading it." he replied. She hesitated to ask her next question, but she knew she needed to.
"There are…rumors about you." she said.
"Yeah, I know…" he replied.
"That Millie's baby is yours and that you like to hit on high school girls." she replied. Millie had had a baby the summer between their freshman and sophomore years of high school, a baby boy, to be exact. Scott had dated her for a few months freshman year, so everyone just assumed that it was his. Bebe had only seen the kid one time, and it sort of looked like Scott. It looked more like Millie than anyone, though. Millie had even named the kid Scott, but no one had ever bothered to do a paternity test, mostly because Millie's parents hated Scott and would rather their grandchild be a bastard than have Scott as a father. Millie had left school halfway through sophomore year to do a homebound program, and no one had really heard from her since then.
"That kid is not my son." Scott replied.
"And Billie Jean is not your lover, right?" Bebe asked, smiling in spite of the subject at hand.
"Haha, no. Billie Jean is not my lover. And neither is Millie." Scott replied.
"Do you go around breaking young girls' hearts?" Bebe asked, laughing to herself.
"No, but everyone seems to think that I do." Scott replied.
"Like Mandi?" Bebe asked. She knew they had to go there eventually.
"Mandi was a mistake." Scott replied.
"Is the story true, though? That you talked her into having sex with you?" Bebe asked.
"Haha, is that what she told you?" Scott replied.
"No, she doesn't really talk about it. Her sister spread some rumors, though." Bebe replied. Mandi wasn't her friend, per se, but she wasn't going to badmouth her to her ex. Besides, Mandi really hadn't said much. Just that it was over. Her sister Desirae was the one who called Scott a cherry popping pedophile.
"Figures. I didn't talk her into doing anything. Believe me, she wanted to do it." Scott replied.
"Okay, I believe you." Bebe replied, smiling.
"Really? Wow, that was easy." Scott said.
"So, I have to ask…" Bebe said.
"Oh God. There's more? Can't we just go on a date?" Scott asked. Bebe was shocked. He moved fast.
"Haha, shush. It's about your screen name…Scotty2Hotty? Really?" Bebe asked, smirking to herself.
"Yeah…my first girlfriend made this name for me like eight years ago. It's a hassle to change it." he replied.
"Ohhh, I see." Bebe replied.
"So, how about that date?" Scott asked.
"You move fast, don't you?" Bebe replied, smiling to herself.
"Oh come on. You know that you want to have dinner with me." Scott replied.
"Dinner? It's a little early for dinner." Bebe replied, glancing at the clock. It was barely 4PM.
"That's why we meet at six." Scott replied.
"It's a school night." Bebe said.
"So we won't stay out late. It's just dinner. We can go somewhere in South Park so it's less of a drive for you." he replied. Bebe wasn't sure what to say.
"I don't know what to say…" Bebe replied. Hey, it was true.
"Just say yes." Scott said.
"I just broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago…" Bebe replied.
"So? No one says we have to get married. It's just a date." Scott replied. He did have a point.
"Where do you want to meet?" she asked.
"Shakey's Pizza?" he asked.
"6PM?" she said.
"It's a date." he replied. She smiled.
--
Two days later, Mandi's plane touched down in Seattle. She was shocked that she had been able to find a flight from Denver to Seattle that was only $135. She chose not to question it. As soon as she turned her cell phone back on, she saw that she had four missed calls, all of them from Scott. When she walked out into the main terminal, she saw him sitting on a bench by a coffee shop. He was messing with his phone, probably wondering where the hell she was. A quick glance at the clock above his head told her that she was about thirty minutes later than she had told him she would be. As she got closer to him, she saw that he had a bouquet of blue daisies sitting next to him. She smiled and sat down next to him.
"Waiting for someone?" she asked, smiling. He looked up and grinned.
"Oh, nah. I just like to hang out in airports." he said, handing her the flowers.
"Aww, you shouldn't have." she said, grinning.
"Yeah, well, I thought it might be step one in getting into your pants, you know." he replied, winking at her. She rolled her eyes.
"You're such a tool." she said.
"You love me anyway." he replied.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." she replied, grinning. They hadn't really used the L word at that point, so it kind of shocked her. Before she could say something, he stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"Come on. Let's get some food." he said. Mandi thought she heard his stomach growl.
"Lead the way." she replied, taking his hand. He smiled at her.
"Good to have you here, by the way." he said.
"Yeah, nice to see you too, I guess." she replied, grinning. She had missed him, but she didn't know if it was okay to admit it or not. They had only been together since March.
"I missed you, you know." he said, hugging her. Okay, now she could admit it.
"I missed you too." she mumbled into his shirt. He kissed the top of her head and pulled away from her. They walked hand in hand to his car, grinning like idiots the entire way there.
--
While Mandi and Seth kicked it in Seattle, Bebe and Wendy got ready for Token's annual back to school party. They were in Bebe's bathroom, doing their hair. Wendy was twisting hers into some kind of complicated twisty updo, and Bebe was French braiding hers. Wendy had chosen a knee-length denim skirt and a pink peasant top for the evening. Bebe had chosen a purple sundress with pink flowers. Bebe's cell phone kept receiving texts, and it was starting to get on Wendy's nerves. Especially since Bebe would smile and giggle whenever she would receive the texts. Wendy hoped to God it wasn't Craig texting her.
"Who the hell keeps sending you messages?" Wendy demanded, glaring at Bebe's phone.
"Oh…no one. Just…a friend." Bebe replied, grinning.
"Yeah, just a friend. I'm sure you smile like that when Mandi or Rebecca sends you a message." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes.
"Speaking of Mandi…she's in Seattle, right?" Bebe asked, finishing up with her hair and pulling out a tube of mascara.
"I guess. Unless her plane crashed and burned somewhere. Why?" Wendy replied, spraying her hair with some hairspray.
"No reason…I just don't think she would be too happy with my date." Bebe replied, applying the mascara.
"You have a date?" Wendy asked, putting down the hairspray and looking at Bebe.
"Well…sort of." Bebe said, digging through the pile of cosmetics on the counter and finding purple sparkly eye shadow.
"Who is it? And why would Mandi have a problem with it?" Wendy asked, going back to messing with her hair.
"Because she dated him. I just don't want her to be pissy." Bebe replied, applying the eye shadow. Wendy stopped messing with her hair and turned to face Bebe.
"You're going with KYREN? Kyren? Really?" Wendy asked, her eyes widening.
"What? No." Bebe replied, raising her eyebrows at Wendy.
"Mandi has one other ex-boyfriend, Bebe. It better not be who I think it is." Wendy replied, grabbing Bebe's arm.
"Well, it is who you think it is. Unless you're thinking someone other than Scott Tenorman." Bebe replied, pulling her arm out of Wendy's grip.
"Is he who keeps sending you messages? Sick, Bebe! He's like, twenty-seven!" Wendy replied, completely disgusted.
"He is not! He's twenty-three." Bebe replied, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I was off by a few years. Either way, it's creepy!" Wendy replied.
"It is not." Bebe replied, digging through the pile of make-up for lip gloss.
"I'm calling Chris Hansen." Wendy replied, going back to her hair.
"Oh shut up. It's not that much of an age difference. I'm almost eighteen." Bebe replied, spraying herself with some perfume.
"You'll be eighteen in January, Bebe. It's not even September yet. And even then, it's still weird." Wendy said, spraying her hair with hairspray again.
"This really isn't debatable, Wendy. We already had one date on Wednesday night. He's a nice guy and he doesn't deserve the bad reputation he has." Bebe replied, giving herself the once over in the mirror. She frowned and turned around, looking at her backside. She felt like she had gained a little weight since her break-up with Craig.
"First of all, stop looking at your ass like that. Yes, you did gain weight, but it was probably four pounds, tops. You look better. Second…what about all those rumors about Millie's baby being Scott's?" Wendy asked, applying the mascara that Bebe had tossed onto the counter. Bebe stopped frowning at her reflection in the mirror.
"You know how people are, Wendy. Scott says that baby isn't his." Bebe replied. At that moment, she decided that a French braid was not the way to go. She began unbraiding her hair.
"And you believe him? Because men never deny paternity." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes.
"I believe him because I know that Millie is sort of a slut, you know? She always has been." Bebe said, still unbraiding.
"Still, they should at least go on Maury or something first. You know, make sure that kid really isn't his." Wendy replied. She frowned at Bebe's hair. Why did she always take it down when it looked good? She grabbed Bebe's shoulder and guided her to the toilet. When Bebe tried to protest, Wendy shot her a dirty look. Bebe sighed and sat down on the lid. Wendy grabbed a brush and began brushing Bebe's hair out.
"Can you just let me go on my date, please?" Bebe asked, sighing.
"Bebe, you know that's not possible. I lived with Seth all summer, okay? All he did was bitch about how Scott was such a bastard for what he did to Mandi." Wendy replied.
"Scott said that the whole sex thing was Mandi's idea, not his." Bebe replied. Wendy stopped trying to be gentle and instead started de-tangling Bebe's hair as hard as possible. Bebe flinched.
"Yeah, I'm sure it was ALL her. I watched that girl fall apart in a hotel in DC over that. I think he pressured her into it, just like he's going to try to pressure YOU into it." Wendy said, pulling Bebe's hair a little harder. Bebe squealed.
"Do you HAVE to do that?" Bebe asked, gritting her teeth.
"Somehow I think this makes you pay attention just a little bit better." Wendy replied. Bebe rolled her eyes.
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Two hours later, Token's house was packed. The air was filled with that smell of smoke, beer, sex, and perfume that only parties seem to have. Token was trying to play good host and suck up to his girlfriend at the same time, but it wasn't working too well. He kept getting pulled off in random directions. Rebecca had arrived just before the crowd had, and she was watching Token run around like a headless chicken. It was quite amusing. She looked around, wondering where her boyfriend was. She had sent him off to get her a drink ten minutes before, and he still hadn't returned. Something bright caught her eye from across the room. She watched the lime green shape, trying to figure out who it was. Finally, she saw that it was just Red in some sparkly party get-up. She sighed. She knew it was a long shot, but she had been hoping that Red and Stan would opt to stay in. She was suddenly very proud of her black party dress. It was definitely not eye-catching like Red's, so maybe Stan and Red wouldn't see her. She was just about to go look for Butters when she felt someone plop down on the couch next to her. She casually glanced over and saw that it was Stan, and he didn't seem like he was lost. He smiled at her as they made eye contact.
"Hey." he said, smiling at her. Smiling at her as if nothing had happened between them. She smiled back, albeit tensely.
"Hi." she replied, breaking the eye contact and looking down.
"How have you been?" Stan asked.
"Oh…um…good. What about you?" she replied, turning her gaze back to Red. She didn't seem like she missed Stan too much.
"Okay, you know. How was your first week of school?" he asked, staring at her intently. She blushed, and she silently thanked God that Stan couldn't tell the difference in the dark.
"It was good, I guess. AP classes suck." she replied, shrugging.
"Yeah, I remember how much you would stress out about those tests." Stan replied, grinning. She flinched. What the hell, why was he bringing up the past?
"Yeah. So, um, how was your week?" she asked, hoping to steer him out of Memoryville and back into You Have a Fucking Girlfriend City.
"It was good. Football is kicking my ass and I know I'm going to have trouble with my classes." he replied.
"What are you going to have trouble with? Maybe I can tutor you." she said. Then she gasped because she realized what she had said. Shit.
"Really? That would be great!" he replied, his eyes lighting up.
"Um…well…I can help you find a tutor, I mean. Or Mr. Mackey could." she replied, mentally kicking herself for even volunteering to tutor him.
"Oh. I always learned better with you." he replied, his face falling.
"That's because I always rewarded you when you did things right." she replied, blushing at the mere memory. Why was she bringing up their past sex life?
"It was a very effective reward system. You might have to use it again if you tutor me." Stan replied, smiling. He was well aware that he was treading on dangerous grounds.
"I'm sure Butters and Red would LOVE that." Rebecca replied.
"Butters is a fucking pussy." Stan replied, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah? Well Red is a bitch." Rebecca replied, annoyed.
"Yeah, I know." Stan said, shrugging. Rebecca stifled a giggle.
"Okay, Stan, seriously. What do you want?" Rebecca said.
"I just saw you over here and I thought I should say hello. I miss talking to you…" Stan replied, frowning. Rebecca frowned as well.
"Stan, I wanted us to be friends when things ended. You're the one who wouldn't talk to me…" Rebecca replied.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't because I didn't care. I don't want you to hate me." Stan replied, scooting closer to her.
"I could never hate you." Rebecca replied. She knew she couldn't. She had tried very hard.
Butters chose that moment to return with Rebecca's beer. His features hardened when he saw Stan sitting next to her.
"Here." he said, handing Rebecca her beer. She glanced at Stan nervously.
"Thanks, hon." she replied, smiling at Butters. He looked down at Stan expectantly.
"What?" Stan asked.
"What are you two doing?" Butters asked, frowning.
"Relax, we're just talking. Jesus." Stan replied, rolling his eyes.
"We were just talking…the conversation is over now. Stan needs a tutor, and he thought I might be able to help him find one." Rebecca replied, taking a sip of her beer.
"Oh…well, heck, Stan, I can probably help you." Butters replied, suddenly smiling again. Stan rolled his eyes.
"Thanks Butters, but I'm good." he replied, walking off. He changed his mind after a few seconds and came back. "I'll call you sometime, okay?" he said to Rebecca. Then he really walked off.
"Now what in the heck was that about?" Butters asked, frowning at Rebecca. She just shrugged.
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Red had had three beers and one shot of vodka. She wasn't drunk, per se, but she definitely wasn't feeling any pain. She went to the bathroom to fix her hair. Luckily for her, Token's house had about fifty of them, so there were no lines. She took her brush from her purse and began to work through the few tangles that had built up in her hair over the course of the two hours that she had been there. She re-applied her eye make-up and stepped back to survey her work. Her hair was bouncy and full of life again and her eye make-up was flawless. She pulled at the hem of her dress. She wasn't sure why she had let Annie talk her into wearing the god-awful thing, but Annie had wanted to match, so Red had caved. Annie had found the stupid things at the closing sale of some store in Denver. They were day-glo colored sequined strapless dresses that hit right above their knees. Red's was lime green and Annie's was hot pink. It wasn't something Red would normally wear, but she was trying to be someone else for the night. Specifically, she wanted to be more like Rebecca. She checked her hair one last time before leaving to find Stan. She wanted to find an empty room and show him how in love with him she was.
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Stan sighed and sulked at Token's kitchen table. He had no one to talk to. Kyle had opted to stay home from the party because his mom wanted him to study, Cartman was off boning Heidi in the hot tub, Kenny was making out with Wendy's little sister, and he wasn't sure where the hell Red was. He felt guilty just thinking Red's name. He knew she wouldn't like him talked to Rebecca, but he couldn't help himself. He had seen her from across the room, and it was like they were the only two people in the entire crowded party. She had been sitting by herself on one of the couches in the living room, probably waiting around for Butters. Her dress had been modest compared to the others at the party, but she had still looked more beautiful than any other girl there. He was glad that he had gotten to talk to her, even though Butters had interrupted them. He sighed. He wished he had never broken up with her. Red definitely wasn't the girl she had been when they started working together. He finished his beer in one gulp and walked over to the keg to fill himself another cup. As he was reaching for the tap, he felt someone wrap their arms around him from behind.
"Hey there." a voice slurred into his ear. His heart hoped it was Rebecca, but his head told him that Rebecca never drank enough to slur.
"Hey, you." he said, turning around and embracing the red-headed girl behind him.
"Do you want to get a room?" she asked, smiling up at him. He froze.
"A room? For what?" he asked. Then he mentally kicked himself. It was obvious what she wanted.
"I want to show you how much I care about you. I want to make your wildest fantasies come true tonight." she whispered into his ear. He raised his eyebrows.
"How much have you had to drink?" he asked.
"I'm buzzed enough to know that I want to do this and sober enough for you not to feel guilty." she replied, grinning.
"Red…" he started to say, but she stopped him by finding the spot that made his eyes roll back into his head on his neck.
"Shush. Come on, Stan. Like I said…I'm going to make your wildest fantasies come true tonight." she replied, moving her lips up to his earlobe. Stan simply took her hand and led her to the nearest empty bedroom. He didn't have the heart to tell her that Rebecca had already fulfilled any sexual desire he would ever have.
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Bebe glanced at her watch. It was 11:30 PM. Scott had promised to meet her at 11:00. She sighed and checked her phone for the fiftieth time. It was getting cold outside and she was starting to feel like he was standing her up. She heard the patio door slide shut behind her and saw someone lay down in the hammock from the corner of her eye. She turned around to see who had joined her and saw Desirae Smith, Mandi's little sister.
"Hey." Desirae said, sitting up. She looked more than a little tipsy.
"You okay over there?" Bebe asked, raising an eyebrow. Desirae almost toppled out of the hammock, but Bebe saw her nod.
"Just a little too much tequila." she replied, giggling. Bebe rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you a little young to be hitting the bottle?" Bebe asked, frowning. Desirae was in Jessica's grade, so she couldn't be older than sixteen.
"I didn't hit it that hard." Jessica replied.
"Yeah, I'm sure you just stumble around like this all the time, right?" Bebe asked.
"Goddamn, man, shut up. You're killing my buzz." Desirae replied, rolling her eyes. Bebe laughed.
"Fine. So did your sister make it to Seattle alright?" Bebe asked.
"I guess so. She's probably tangled up in Seth's sheets right now." Desirae replied, lying back in the hammock.
"They're pretty serious, huh?" Bebe asked.
"I don't know. She and Kyren were supposedly pretty serious, but look how well that shit turned out." Desirae replied, rolling her eyes.
"True." Bebe said. They were quiet for a few minutes. Bebe began to wonder if Desirae had fallen asleep.
"What are you doing out here, anyway?" Desirae asked, breaking the silence.
"Just…waiting for someone." Bebe replied.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Desirae asked, sitting up.
Scott's car pulled into the driveway at that second. Desirae squinted in the bright headlights, trying to see who it was. Bebe watched as her facial expression changed from curious to disbelief to outright disgust as Scott walked across the yard and onto the patio. Desirae gave Bebe a "What the FUCK?" look.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late." Scott said, patting Bebe's arm in an awkward way. She grinned at him.
"No problem. I thought you were bailing on me." she replied.
"Bail? And miss all this fun?" Scott replied, his eyes going up and down Bebe's body. Bebe didn't notice at all.
"I see you're still trolling the playground for dates." Desirae said, glaring at Scott. He rolled his eyes.
"I see you're still as unpleasant as ever." Scott replied.
"Tell me, how does it feel to be a pedophile, Scott? Did you leave my sister because she was getting closer to eighteen? Needed to trade her in for a younger model, huh?" Desirae replied, taking a few steps towards Scott.
"Stop it." Bebe said, grabbing Scott's arm. He immediately laced his fingers through hers.
"Desirae?" a voice called through the patio door. A voice with a soft British accent. The door slid open and Kyren stepped outside.
"I needed some air." Desirae said, still glaring at Scott. Kyren looked in the direction of Desirae's glare. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh…Scott…I didn't think you would be here." he replied, frowning. Scott tensed.
"I'm just here to pick up Bebe, man." Scott replied, shrugging. Kyren nodded.
"I see…" he replied, staring at Bebe and Scott's intertwined hands. Bebe felt him judging her.
"Fucking disgusting, isn't it, Kyren? He can't date girls his own fucking age!" Desirae said, still glaring at Scott. If looks could kill…
"Desirae, how much did you have to drink?" Kyren asked, sighing.
"Not enough for me to be nice to this fucking sicko." Desirae replied, gesturing towards Scott.
"Desirae…" Kyren said, grabbing her arm. She shook him off.
"What are you going to do, con Bebe into giving up her virginity to you too? And then run off? Like you did to Mandi? Like you did to Millie?" Desirae said, gritting her teeth. Kyren glanced from Scott to Desirae nervously.
"Both were willing participants, Des. I didn't do anything that they didn't want to do." Scott replied, shrugging. Kyren shot Scott a dirty look, but kept his mouth closed.
"You are so not worth my fucking time. I'm getting out of here before he decides to fucking rape me too." Desirae said, whirling around and walking towards the door.
"Sorry about all this." Kyren said, mostly to Bebe. He turned around and followed Desirae inside the house. Right before Desirae opened the door, she turned back around.
"Bebe, be careful. He probably has HIV and fucking pig herpes." Desirae said. Scott chuckled. Kyren ushered her inside and shut the door, shooting an apologetic look over his shoulder at Bebe.
"Wow." Bebe said once they were inside. Scott laughed.
"Wow indeed." he replied, grinning.
"So…" Bebe said, not sure what to say after what Desirae had slurred at Scott.
"Want to get out of here?" Scott asked. Bebe smiled.
"Lead the way." she replied.
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The next morning, Wendy awoke in one of Token's guest bedrooms. She had given up trying to end the party at around 3AM and had instead decided to lock herself in the room and get some sleep. Her head was throbbing, but it wasn't from a hangover. A quick glance in the mirror told her that her updo was to blame. She carefully worked the knots out of her hair with the brush she had in her purse. When her hair was finally tame, she pulled it into a loose ponytail and decided to look around for Token. The bedrooms on the floor she was on were all empty, so she headed to the second floor. She discovered Cartman and Heidi in one of the rooms and accidentally woke Cartman up ("Shut the fucking door, you stupid bitch!") and Stan and Red in another. Cartman and Heidi had been fully clothed in the bed, but Stan and Red were naked. Wendy had to suppress the urge to laugh when she saw their clothes scattered all over the room. She shut the door carefully and went downstairs. She found Token passed out on one of the couches. She briefly considered waking him up, but realized that he would just bitch at her to make him some pancakes and find aspirin for his hangover. She was not in the mood to deal with his bullshit. She was NEVER in the mood to deal with his bullshit, really. She grabbed her shoes from the pile next to the door and headed out to her car. As she drove home, she thought about the gigantic pile of homework she had waiting for her. Lame.
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Mandi rolled over and tried to cover her eyes. The sun was streaming in through Seth's thin curtain and it had woken her up. She heard a chuckle from across the room and saw that it came from Seth, who was playing something on his PS2.
"What?" she asked, rolling back over.
"You." he replied, smiling.
"What about me?" she asked, sitting up.
"You're funny when you sleep." he replied, putting the controller down and walking over to his bed. He moved her legs over and sat next to her.
"Is there food?" she asked, glancing across the suite to Seth's refrigerator. He laughed.
"I thought I would make us some pancakes. I know how much you love them." he replied, reaching out and stroking her hair. She grinned at him.
"And you're another step closer to my panties." she replied, giggling. He laughed.
"Go take a shower and I'll make the food, okay?" he replied, smiling. Mandi stood up and started towards the bathroom, but then stopped. She turned around and looked at Seth, smiling a little. He raised his eyebrows at her.
"Any chance you might want to join me?" she asked.
Seth was in the bathroom before she could finish her sentence. She laughed and followed him in, shutting the door behind her.
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Red awoke to the sound of the door shutting. She looked beside her and saw Stan sleeping soundly. She grinned as she looked at him. Their night together…their FIRST night together, in fact, had been magical. She snuggled up on his chest and he stirred a little. She smiled.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." she said, poking him. He moaned and rolled over.
"Rebecca…no…your parents will be home soon…" he said. Red felt like someone had slapped her.
"Wake up, Stan." she said, a little loudly. Stan opened his eyes.
"What time is it?" he asked, glancing around for a clock.
"Almost ten." Red replied, a little icily. Stan looked at her, concerned.
"You okay?" he asked, sitting up.
"Fine. Just peachy." she replied, smiling a little. Maybe she had heard wrong. Maybe he had said her name instead of his ex-girlfriend's.
"Okay…" he replied, looking a little unsure. He didn't push it farther, though.
"Last night was amazing, Stan." she said, hugging him. He froze.
"Yeah, last night was…certainly something." he replied.
"I love you." she said, kissing his cheek.
"I…you're great, Red." he replied, not sure what to say. Apparently Red didn't mind too much. She jumped up and went off to one of the bathrooms, saying something about a shower. Stan fell back against the pillows and looked for his cell phone. When he found it, he opened up a new text message. He started to type several different things, but finally settled on "I thought about you all last night.". He scrolled through his contacts until he found Rebecca. He made sure she was keyed in as the recipient and then hit send. He snapped his phone shut, feeling both guilty and hopeful at the same time.
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Author's Notes: Okay, so it ended on kind of a lame note, but why not? I thought I would make up for the lack of a speedy update with a longer chapter…I hope everyone is okay with that. I'm sorry that I've sucked at updating this thing, but I've been busy with classes and stuff. The only reason I had a chance to really work on this was because I had two days off this week thanks to that lovely ice storm that blanketed Missouri and most of the country. Anyway, I hope you all haven't given up on this story. I really like this one and I am actually planning it out, so it will probably be finished this year. Though you shouldn't quote me on that, lol. This is ME we're talking about, after all. Now go review, please and thanks!