Every time she saw him now, her heart fluttered, just a little. It was a strange feeling for her, especially considering who it was. Eric Cartman was the most disgusting, crude, horrid little fatass South Park had ever known, and she knew that it would never work between them. Hell, it would never work between Cartman and ANYONE, considering rumours going around the school that he was born with a disease that made him incapable of love.
Even so, sometimes, when no one was looking, she would give a little wave to him in the hall, and sometimes, if he saw it and his friends weren't looking, he's smile at her and wave back. Then, other times, someone would see them looking at each other, and they'd be forced to have words. Or punches on a few awkward occasions.
Maybe one day, he'd grow up. He'd grow up and stop being such a turd, Shelley thought wistfully, offering him a shy smile as he walked past her in the library.