Wow, I am so super sorry that I haven't been updating. I totally didn't mean to ignore this story and all of you guys. It's just that I wrote this chapter and hated it because I don't think my writing skills did it any justice, so I've been putting off updating.

I am really sorry if it's shitty, feel free to tell me my mistakes so I can re-write a better version of it. THANKYOU

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School came and went normally on Friday, some kids hummed excitedly in anticipation, others asking their friends for rides, some kids like Stan even found a cute girl to ask as a date. It was like any Friday, people couldn't wait for it to be over and get on with their weekend- teachers couldn't wait, the secretaries in the office couldn't wait, but that pre-weekend anxiety was increased ten-fold for nearly every student in the school.

The thought of going to a party that everyone in the school was invited to would make it difficult to concentrate for anyone during class, even the honor students were finding it hard to pay attention.

Damien had made sure the week before that everyone knew about the occasion. Nobody really remembered or cared why the spawn of Satan was suddenly throwing a huge party, all they knew was that on Friday night, shit was going to get real.

The day Damien had announced his party was quite the memorable one indeed; he'd stood on top of a table in the middle of the cafeteria and shouted at the top of his lungs.

He'd announced the date and reason with vigor and everyone had cheered excitedly. As several teachers ran to try and pry him off of the table, he shouted his ending statement: "And if I see any freshmen there, there's going to be hell to pay!" Nearly everyone in the crowd had laughed and cheered, save of course for the poor terrified freshman class.

Today, though, school was dragging along with no mercy. Dylan had been true to his word and watched for the boys who'd attacked him, making sure Bebe wasn't in trouble. He'd also made a point not to appear creepy at all- that was definitely NOT his intention. At lunch, though, He'd sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria with an apple, absently taking bites from it and trying to get in some quality thinking time which, by the way, he was missing out on by not smoking. He'd been completely surprised when Bebe had finally entered the lunch room and instead of finding a table somewhere else, had taken a seat next to him with a few girls following behind her.

After school was done for the day, students hurriedly went home to change and shower in preparation for the festivities later that night. One boy, however, did more than just change and shower. Kenny McCormick quickly ran home to grab a few things before moving on to Phase II of his plan.

He grabbed things like scissors, a razor, one of his younger sister's sweatshirts, and his brother Kevin before heading out. They both hurried down the street and entered their high school- one of the very last students to leave letting them in. They ran down the halls cautiously, avoiding faculty and stray students, until they were faced with the locker rooms by the Gym. They looked both ways and went inside.

Phase II was very simple: the McCormick family having no money lead to desperate measures at times like these; the school had working hot water and showers that nobody had used in years, so, they took turns taking showers then shaved and got dressed, heading over to Damien's house directly afterwards.

Bebe, on the other hand, took her time showering and dressing and making herself pretty, ect. She got out of the shower and picked out an outfit she hoped would grab the attention of any and all boys within a mile radius. She thought a short skirt and flattering shirt would do the trick nicely. After giving herself one more once-over in the mirror, she headed to Wendy's.

Craig didn't do much with himself. He didn't care all that much about impressing girls or dressing up. One change he did make, though, was wear a long-sleeved black shirt. He thought it made his outfit of jeans, gloves, and a hat look a little nicer at least. He nodded curtly to himself in the mirror before leaving his house for the night.

Dylan smoked. He couldn't at lunch, so he really needed to now. He smoked and thought about nothing and it was great. He stood in his front yard and watched the occasional group of students pass his house on the way to the party for several minutes. He sighed to himself softly; he knew he needed to get inside and get ready- Bebe and her friend Wendy would be by to walk with him to Damien's any minute- Dylan just didn't want to do anything. He didn't' know how he felt about his sudden friendship with Bebe; just last week he'd been carrying on with his life and hating her guts- now, they were closer then he ever remembered being to his other friends.

He went into his house and made little to no adjustments to his outfit. He took quick shower, but other than that all he did was replace his eyeliner with a neater line and put on a thin silver chain necklace- it was mostly just there to show sportsmanship to the whole thing, that he wasn't being made to go.

He stepped outside to meet Wendy and Bebe when the doorbell rang. Seeing the length of Bebe's skirt made him strangely uncomfortable but it didn't bother him all that much so he didn't pay the feeling much mind.

Students came from all directions to Damien's house. There were people on the side walks, in the roads, some even through other people's yards. The commotion outside was nothing compared to inside the house, though. It was like the huge lot swallowed everyone because even though it was smaller than the school, it was barely packed. The dance floor was covered in people, the kitchen was turned into a bar, and there were large groups of people everywhere but somehow it was 100% easier to move through the crowds here.

"Alright, Kenny I'm gonna go get me some ass," Kevin looked down at his brother, giving a thumbs up.

Kenny just stared at him for a while until Kevin shrugged and disappeared into the crowd. Kenny curiously looked around the large group in front of him, seeking out Craig. He slipped past people, searching absently- parties just weren't as fun without your best friend there to laugh at all of your awkward jokes.

A sophomore girl ran behind Kenny. "Hi, Kenny!"

He turned, looking over the girl in front of him. "Do I know you?"

She obviously thought that was very funny because she was still laughing a minute later. "Come on, let's get you a drink!"

Kenny smiled. "Good idea."

Craig was bored, plain and simple. He'd seen a couple people he knew and talked for a while but just as soon as the conversation would start, it would stop. He wandered aimlessly around the house, going upstairs and playing Xbox for a while, going downstairs and drinking for a while. Before he knew it, the party had been going on for 2 and a half hours and he had yet to see Kenny.

He was starting to think maybe on the way there Kenny had gotten run over by a truck or something. He went down the stairs, stopping halfway. "Hey, Kevin!"

Kenny's older brother turned around on the stairs to look at Craig. It took him a minute to realize he knew the boy. "Oh, hey, what's up?"

"Is Kenny here?" Craig pressed himself against the railing to let a small group of people up the stairs.

"Yeah, last time I saw him he was downstairs."

"Oh, thanks," Craig sighed, nothing about that sentence was helpful. He continued down the stairs leisurely, walking to the bar and grabbing himself another drink. He stood there for a few minutes drinking. About two seconds into his drink he started feeling dizzy. He must have grabbed a stronger drink than he intended to, his head was swimming. He meant to turn around and ask someone what was in the cup, but a flash of orange from the crowd caught his attention first.

It was probably just his imagination, but Kenny looked like he was glowing. Craig stood dumbfounded, staring at his friend in the middle of the dance floor.

Kenny was surrounded by people but he was in another world. All he heard was the music, all he felt were the lyrics, all he knew was the deep bass playing a slow rhythm. Where had he learned to dance like that? Where had he gotten the clothes he was wearing? Craig was so confused about what he was seeing.

In place of the usual dirty T-shirt that was covered by an over-sized orange jacket there sat a thin sweatshirt. It was still orange and it looked almost exactly like the other one, but this one tightly hugged Kenny's middle. It was zipped almost all the way up but there was no shirt underneath to keep it from sloping to his slight curve so the idea of zipping it up for modesty was thrown out the window.

His pants hung low across his hips, the tight sleeves of the thin sweatshirt framing his muscled arms. It was all very erotic and Craig couldn't rightly deal with it. Suddenly Kenny caught Craig's eye and he stopped swaying to the beat. Craig didn't know whether to thank god he'd stopped or curse him for not continuing.

"Craig!" He finally realized Kenny was calling out to him as Kenny got closer. "I've been looking for you! Where have you been?"

"Um…" He took a swig of his drink, hoping it would get his mouth working. "Here."

Kenny just smiled. "Dude, I cannot wait to get fucking wasted! Let's go see where they're doing shots!"

Kenny was yelling over the music but Craig could still barely hear him so he moved closer. "What!"

Kenny grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen. He looked around for a while before jumping on top of a counter and grabbing two shot glasses from a high cabinet. He jumped down and poured something into both.

"What's in these?" Kenny shrugged and downed his, Craig following suit.

Kenny slammed his class onto the counter, yelling. "Let's go dance!"

"No way, I don't dance."

"Oh Jesus, come ooon!" Craig just shook his head. "You are soo whiny!"

"How am I being whiny!" His question went unanswered and he was quickly pulled to the center of the living room turned dance floor. Unfortunately for Craig, as soon as they were out there, Kenny started dancing again- making Craig's legs turn to jello.

Kenny rocked to the beat, a particular part of the song captivating him and bringing a new flourish to his movements. Craig could do nothing but stare. He was being sucked in by the sight in front of him; the whole world went blank around Kenny but Craig didn't mind.

He hadn't even realized he'd been keeping the beat with his foot and bobbing his head until Kenny spoke up. "See? I know you wanna dance! Go find some chick and bring her back here, have some fun!"

Craig completely ignored Kenny's comment and just watched as the chorus wound back around and Kenny spun, getting lower and then coming up again. Something- he didn't know what, but something about the way Kenny moved made Craig want to reach out and touch him. Craig swallowed thickly, the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. He lent forward and placed his hands tightly on Kenny's hips "I'd much rather stick around."

Kenny's breath caught in his throat, his movements slowed quite drastically as a cold shiver ran up his spine. A pleasant feeling laid itself in the pit of Kenny's stomach and he found the beat in his hips once again. He leant into Craig slightly, holding onto him and moving tantalizingly with the beat.

They were lost in the music, but mostly in each other. They moved pretty much in sync, a little clumsily on Craig's end. Neither of them had noticed how close they'd gotten to one another until Craig's grip tightened desperately on Kenny's hips and he gave a predatory growl.

Suddenly everything heated up and Craig cursed his long-sleeved shirt. They were so close that every movement held pleasure and Craig's hands slid up Kenny's sides slowly, bringing him closer and making him arch against him.

A small noise was drawn from Kenny's throat as Craig ground himself against him. Suddenly the song that'd been blaring stopped and left both boys to realize what'd just happened. They released each other and tried to catch their breath.

Kenny stepped back a couple feet, fighting the blush on his face and clearing his throat. He could tell Craig was feeling just as awkward as he was. "Want to get a drink?"

Dylan walked through the house, at some point he'd been separated from Wendy and Bebe but he didn't really care. He assumed they were off dancing with some random guys and wouldn't be much for conversation anyway.

He climbed the stairs, slower than he would have liked. The alcohol from his drink was intoxicating as hell, he wondered who was mixing the drinks. At the top of the stairs was nothing new. A bathroom, two bedrooms, a hallway, a study, and of course a room so full of kids playing video games that you couldn't tell which controller was plugged into what.

He stood in the door way casually watching people game for a while. He didn't really remember why he was even at this party. Usually he would never willing place himself somewhere like this.

He looked into his cup and threw his head back, swallowing everything left in one big gulp. He winced at the burn in his throat, picking his head back up and dizzying slightly. Why was he here? He'd continued to think about it and had yet to come up with an answer. Well, he knew he came here with people. He came with that black haired chick- what was her name? She had blue eyes.. Wendy. That was her name. He also came here with Bebe. He felt himself flush. Bebe… Bebe! His eyes flew open with realization.

Of course that's why he was here! He was supposed to be protecting his new friend. He quickly maneuvered around people and down the stairs. He spotted Wendy quickly, she was right on the edge of the crowd, drunkenly grinding with Stan Marsh. Ew…

"Wendy!"

Wendy looked up at the sound of her name. "Oh, hi Dylan," Stan looked at Dylan and cocked his head to the side as if he didn't remember why he looked familiar. Dylan just rolled his eyes.

"Hey, where did Bebe go?" Wendy stopped swaying her hips in thought, putting a finger to her chin.

"Uuuummmm… Oh! She said she went to go find you," Shit.

"When did she say that?"

"I don't know, what time is it?"

Dylan looked at the clock framed on the wall opposite him. "It's like 7 I think," His vision was a little blurry, he could read time, give him a break!

"Oh," Wendy continued to think, "I don't know."

Giving a grand huff of annoyance, Dylan left in search of Bebe. He checked the bar, she wasn't there. He looked in every room upstairs, nowhere in sight. He even asked around a little, but everyone had useless information.

He took a seat on a couch next to the bar. Bebe was probably just having a good time dancing, nothing to worry about. He started to really relax into the couch, but as soon as he did he noticed that the couch had more than one occupant, it had three- and the other two were currently wrapped around each other making out vigorously. He stood up immediately.

He walked a couple of feet from the couch and leaned against a wall, watching people dance and feeling the alcohol fuzz around in his head.

A small yelp was heard, it was so small that Dylan almost missed it. He closed his eyes and listened intently for a few seconds. He was about to brush it off as the alcohol when he heard it again. He jutted upright, looking around- where had it come from?

Then he spotted it- there was a door next to him. He quickly walked over and opened it, it was just the side of the house.

Clank

Bang

CRASH

"Don't touch me!"

He ran toward the noises, a little ways behind the house. There stood Bebe, verbally abusing two drunk seniors. She was backing away from them with her shirt ripped slightly. She held the two ripped sides of her shirt together loosely, trying to keep herself composed.

Dylan ran forward, he pulled one of the men backward and hit him in the face, calling the attention of the other man to him. "What the fuck did you do that for!"

Bebe took the opportunity to kick the man in front of her in the crotch. He doubled over in pain, shouting swears at her.

"Are you okay?" Dylan looked at Bebe, but barely got the question out before he was roughly grabbed by the shirt and thrown on the ground.

The larger boy above him smelled strongly of alcohol, it was obviously affecting him strongly for when he bent down to hurt Dylan some more, he stopped and let his head spin for a second.

Dylan jumped up and made to punch him again but was caught by the shoulder. The teen who'd been doubled over a minute ago was now before him kneeing him in the stomach.

Bebe rand forward, punching the afore mentioned teen as hard as she could. He kicked Dylan aside and grabbed her, pinning her against the house. He was talking to her, trying to intimidate her probably, but she didn't hear any of it- she was too focused on the scene happening behind him.

Dylan quickly got up off the ground, tricking his opponent and grabbing his head, bringing it down onto his knee and making him pass out instantly. Dylan limped over to the boy holding Bebe, he was trying to ignore the angry protests from his throbbing knee.

He ripped the chain from around his neck and wrapped it around his hand, taking the house key from his pocket and putting it between his fingers.

The man had his back turned, he obviously thought his counter part had won the fight. He started to touch Bebe and that's when Dylan lost it. He tapped him on the shoulder, making the man whirl around to face him.

A look of pure shock shown on his face before Dylan punched him in the jaw, knocking him unconscious.

They walked in silence down the cold street. They walked in silence because Bebe had requested they walk in silence. That was all good and fine, Dylan didn't want to be a complainer or anything, but he was seriously pissed and the whole silence thing was just making it worse.

As they walked farther and farther from the party, more time went by and as more time went by, the bruises on Bebe's arms and face started to get darker and darker. She wouldn't tell him what they had done, she didn't want to talk about it. She'd said thank you a hundred times and had hugged him even, but it only made him feel worse.

He was pissed because even though he was pretty sure they hadn't raped her or anything, they had still hurt her and he wasn't there. He should have been there. He should have remembered why he was at the goddamn party to begin with instead of getting drunk and being an asshole.

"I'm sorry."

"Can we not talk about it?" Bebe moved her hair behind her ear.

Dylan's anger bubbled a little bit. He needed to talk about it, he felt so shitty. "…yeah."

They walked a few more blocks before Bebe spoke up. "Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Dylan stopped, "What?"

"Well, I'd stay at Wendy's but I want her to keep having fun, I think she wants to go home with Stan."

"No, I mean you need to go home so your mom can bandage your," His throat tightened up, "your injuries and stuff."

"My mom thinks I've been at Wendy's all night, I can't let her know. Please, Dylan? I won't be a burden."

He thought for a minute, his mom would be too drunk to notice that he'd even left the house, it wouldn't be an issue really. "… yeah, okay. I think I've got some first aid stuff in my bathroom."

Bebe sat on him bed, looking around his room interestedly. The walls were grey but they weren't at all sad. It was a mellow grey and the colorful posters of bands and all that lit it up nicely. It wasn't like her room at all, but it wasn't like other boys rooms that she'd been in either. They all had pictures of girls and little to no furniture- Dylan's room was filled with little things; A desk with small characters and trinkets, a bookshelf with painted things and CDs, a night stand with the occasional pencil and paper. She was right in deciding that he was more creative than most.

Dylan returned with a pack of frozen peas, he looked very upset. He handed her the bag and a box of band aids, sitting in his desk chair heatedly.

"Why are you mad?" Bebe pressed the bag to her eye.

Dylan seethed quietly, ignoring her question.

"I said thank you. I said it a bunch! Do I owe you now or something?"

He straightened up, looking her hard in the face. "That's why you think I'm mad? Because you think you owe me something?"

"Then why are you mad!"

Dylan stood up angrily, pacing back and forth. He was so angry with himself. Why hadn't he been there the whole time! And now she thought he was mad at her! He growled, putting a hand to his forehead. Why! Why, after all of this time he was finally becoming friends with someone and then he fucks up like this! "WHY!" He didn't mean to yell that part.

"Why what!" Bebe was starting to look mad.

Dylan leaded against his desk, trying to think of what to say. He looked at her and sighed. "Why do you wear stuff like that?"

Bebe looked at her skirt. She looked back up with fire in her eyes. "You're saying this is my fault!" What? No. That's not what he meant at all. She stood up and glared daggers at him, "How dare you! This is not one bit my fault!"

"Well it's not my fault!"

"I never said it was!"

"Then whos fault is it! I mean, its not yours, but it sure would make my job easier if you would put clothes on!"

"Your JOB! Fuck your job! I never asked you to do your 'job'!"

This wasn't right. He didn't want to be taking his anger out on her like this. He needed to apologize. "Bebe-"

"Before you even think of saying one more thing, don't. I'm leaving," Bebe threw the frozen pack at him, picking up her shoes and storming out of his room.

He tried to follow her, but he knew she wouldn't listen to him when she was mad like this. He just needed to wait a little. He laid on his bed, putting his arms behind his head. He was such a dick.