Chapter Eleven

"Wait, you what?!" Kenny had already been hitting me with the twenty questions. He didn't like the answers.

All I could do was shrug in defeat. I was hopeless, and stupid, and pathetic. And there was nothing I could do about it. "I just…couldn't."

Kenny slapped his forehead with a groan. "Oh Stanny boy, you seriously are a hopeless romantic aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes in agreement more than disagreement this time. "I know; but if I had a choice between asking him out and him saying no, or us staying friends and close for the rest of our lives, then you know what I'm gonna be picking."

"Well, suit yourself lover boy." He gave a sympathetic smile, before looking around quickly. "Did you tell Wendy about…?"

"Not exactly. I think they're talking now though." I made a face of concern. "I really don't wanna stick around for the aftermath though."

"I know whatcha mean by that." Kenny gazed slightly over my shoulder. "Speak of the devil…"

Wendy stormed through the crowds; eyes glistening with tears and a cold expression on her lips. Right behind her was a distressed looking Bebe. And as it was Wendy came right up to us with a lip quivered.

"Well, she told me. Happy now?"

"Happy with what?" I seriously had no idea what she was talking about. Kenny didn't either with his eyebrow cocked.

"Oh like you have no idea about it? You knew she liked me and you knew I'd never go for her so you just led me into a sick trap of yours for revenge; that's what isn't it?"

"Look, I don't know what you're…"

"Save it!" She screeched, and I noticed Bebe sinking into the crowd away from view with a sob. Obviously she believed this bullshit as much as Wendy did. She twirled away from me, and faced the obviously huge crowd that had come to watch; and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My whole body seized up as she finally let herself go.

"Fellow student body!" She started, getting a nervous look from Craig; who knew what she was about to do. "Stan Marsh seems to be the nice guy right? Wrong! He ruined my friendship; so now I think it's time you know the real truth about him;

Stan Marsh was stupid enough to date girls to keep this said secret to himself. Found out about it; and I think everyone has a right to know…"

I noticed Kyle pushing through to stand with Butters and Tweek, and I thought my legs were gonna cave in and collapse under my weight.

"Oh, great Kyle. Don't want you to miss this." She gave him an icy grin, and the words seeped out like toxic; and I could do nothing about it. "Stan Marsh has a huge, lovesick boner for Kyle Broflovski. He always did. And he dated girls so Kyle would never find out his best friend wanted to badly screw him to the wall."

All sets of eyes were on me; all except those beautiful green ones. But she didn't stop there as people started whispering.

"And Kenny McCormick finished saying the other day how badly he wanted to get in Butters Stotch's pants. It's like, a hardcore sexual motion he's been playing around for."

I felt Kenny freeze up like a post beside me. He too now had everyone's eyes on him and Wendy turned to smile at us both.

I didn't know why or what happened; but Kyle gave me this look and mouthed you used me before turning and pushing back through the crowd. I just stood there and watched, and Wendy gave her icy glare before flicking a lock of black hair and stalking off. I saw Butters look at Kenny in a disappointed way; and I noticed Craig had disappeared suddenly too. Slowly; the crowd began to leave; a lot muttering to themselves or noting they'd go find Wendy for more gossip on both of us. And then there was just the two of us standing there; wondering how things seeming so innocent turned into something so nasty that people would now avoid us for.

"It's…it's over." I managed to force out in a raspy voice.

You happy now God? I played your stupid game and I lost. What did I ever do to you to deserve this pain? Dear God, why me?!