Chapter 30

Cartman and Kenny were in the living room playing Mortal Kombat. Cartman was heavily focused on the game, due to his competitive feelings towards winning. Kenny, on the other hand was distracted. Cartman didn't noticed that until he saw that Kenny was doing terrible in the game.

"What the hell is wrong with you Kenny? You usually don't suck this bad in the game" Even though Kenny was a bit better than him in Mortal Kombat.

"Well, my mind isn't so focused on the game at the moment, I'm still thinking about Stan and Kyle" Kenny admitted.

Cartman didn't know how Kenny meant by that. "So what about those two fags?"

Kenny sighed. "It's just so weird that the two of them are not friends anymore... We haven't hung out with the two of them for over a week now. Neither won't hang with us since we're still connected to the both of them" Kenny really didn't like it at all. It was a no win situation for everyone.

Cartman closed the Xbox, knowing that Kenny wouldn't be playing now. He changed to the tv listing channels and was checking to see what was on. Kenny was watching Cartman, he seemed to show no concern to this matter.

"Dude, do you even care about what's happening now?"

Cartman just shrugged and went back to focusing on the tv.

This got Kenny enraged. "Cartman, how the fuck can you be so careless right now, Stan and Kyle are our friends!"

It didn't even flinch Cartman, he was now flipping channels on his remote now.

Kenny got up and swiped the controller off of Cartman's hand, hoping to get his attention now.

"The fuck Kenny?" it sure got him aggravated.

"Seriously Cartman!" Kenny wanted to know why Cartman wasn't showing any concern to this.

"Seriously what?" he still wasn't following what Kenny was saying.

"Why is it that you don't give a shit?"

"It's because I find it pointless" he told the blond boy.

"What?" Kenny was confused at what he said.

"Again, for your deaf ass ear, I said it's pointless. As much as you are concern at what happened to those two, it's not going to change anything. Stan fucked up big, the both of us know that. The only way the issue is going to be resolved is that Stan grows up some fucking balls and apologizes to Kyle for whatever the hell he did to Rebecca"

Kenny stood there quiet, not knowing what to say. Cartman, at this point, took the remote out of Kenny's hand, sat down once more, and started to flip the channels.

Kenny remained standing still. He hated the fact that Cartman was right, and that there was nothing he could do about it. Kenny wanted to do something, but he knew it was up to Stan to fix it up with Kyle.

"God dammit..."

"Just fucking relax Kenny"

Kenny turned to look at Cartman. Cartman's face was still looking at the tv. "Knowing Stan, he'll soon apologizes to the Kyle. No way he be separated from that Jew rat for long. Stan would start crying about not having his fuck buddy there with him"

The two of them started to laugh, both finding it incredibly funny. Kenny was rather amazed at Cartman for his sick, yet optimistic view on Stan and Kyle. It made Kenny feel a bit better. "Good point"

It was lunch time and Wendy was sitting at her table alone, Bebe was spending the time with Kenny today. She wasn't feeling so good today. During the weekend she was thinking about what Bebe said, to break up with Stan... Wendy thought about it during the entire weekend and still wasn't able to figure out what to do. She was feeling depressed.

"Sup Ho"

Wendy looked up to see that it was Cartman, she wasn't expecting him at all. "O-oh, hi Cartman"

He sat down, eating his lunch now. While eating, Cartman noticed something different in the way she said 'hi'to him, like she was rather distracted. He looked up to see Wendy's face. He saw that her face had a sad look to it, somewhat similar to his before.

"The fuck's wrong with you Ho?"

Wendy titled her head up to look at him. "W-what do you mean Cartman?"

He finished his sandwich before responding. Well, for one, you are way too God damn quiet today and I can tell from your expression that somethings bothering you"

Wendy didn't know that her face was showing how she felt. "Oh... well, there's nothing wrong" Wendy was trying to hide the fact that she wasn't.

"Don't bullshit with me Wendy! You and I both know that your lying, and that something is bothering you"

Wendy hated it that Cartman could easily tell that something was wrong with her, but again that was his special ability.

"Question is though, if you're willing to tell me or not?"

Although Cartman gave her a simple question, she had a hard time deciding it.

"I'm sorry Cartman, I can't..."

He looked at her once more and saw that it was too painful for her to say anymore. "Fine then, I won't ask anymore, but just know this. The longer you wait to deal with it, the more you will suffer in the end"

Cartman got up from the table and started to leave. Before moving, he turned around one last time to look at Wendy. "Just remember that Ho"

Wendy was quiet at that point. Cartman finished what he needed to say and was walked away. Wendy had figured out what to do now, thanks to Cartman...

It was night time and the South Park high school team were playing the championship game at the school. Usually the championship game would be played in Denver, but this year the South Park high school couldn't afford to pay for the busing to go there sadly. All the funds were being redirected to pay for the lawsuit the school had from the incident where the coach took all the boys to the strip club. The coach was almost fired for it. Luckily, the team were able to convince the administrators not to fire there coach. Well by "convincing", I mean blackmail. They hired Cartman to figure out the dirt on them. Cartman hated the team with an ungodly amount of passion because Stan was in it, but the team, including the coach, paid Cartman a hefty amount of money which even he couldn't refuse. So Cartman soon did his part of the deal and went to find out dirt on the administrators. What he found out was too good for his eyes. Cartman was able to find a photo of the administrators doing crack with the mayor. Cartman showed the administrators the photos and it made them 'reconsider' about firing the coach. Cartman also kept the photo, just in case the mayor of South Park wanted to mess with him.

The game was looking really bad for South Park high. The team was losing badly, there was about a fifty point spread. Majority of it was due to Stan. Stan didn't had his head in the game tonight. He was throwing lousy, making wrong plays, fumbling the ball, and worst of all, he was disappointing the team. The team was counting on Stan to lead them to victory tonight, but they were dead wrong about that. Every time Stan would throw the ball, he would always look towards the stand where his friend were usually at. None of them were there, and it was throwing Stan off badly. Without the support of his friends there, he was barely able to play during the game.

"MARSH!" the coach yelled at him.

Stan ran to the coach, the coach looked like he was about to pop a vein. "Yeah coach?"

"What the hell are you doing son? You've missed three easy interception and you missed a catch" The coach was right about that, even Stan knew that.

"I'm sorry coach... I'm just not on my game tonight..." Stan was fully aware why he wasn't.

"I'm sorry Stan, but I can't afford to have you playing anymore tonight. I'm going to need you to sit down"

"For how long?"

"For the rest of the game"

"B-but coach"

"That's an order Stan"

Stan couldn't believe this, he, as the quarterback was being benched on the championship game. He wanted to argue with coach, and kick his ass a bit for the call, but he couldn't blame him though. Stan was doing terrible and was holding back the team, he wasn't surprised if he would have cost the team the championship.

Stan was right, the team lost the match. When the coach replaced Stan, the team was doing far better and were catching up quite quickly to the other team, but sadly, there wasn't enough time for the team to get the extra touch down they needed to win. Stan felt horrible, because of him, he fucked up his teams chance of winning the championship. Some of his teammates bashed on or was pissed at Stan for his performance tonight. He didn't blame any of them, he deserved it.

Stan had exited the high school, and he saw that Wendy was outside.

"Wendy" He said cheerfully, glad to see her.

As Stan got closer to Wendy, he saw that Wendy didn't look happy, that she had something bottling up. Stan knew that this couldn't have been good news.

"Wendy?" She didn't respond. Stan knew this was bad news.

"Stan..." she said quietly.

The time Stan was waiting for her to say something else felt like an eternity.

"...we need to break up..." she said painfully, the worst thing she has ever said in her life.

Stan felt like time froze up on him. That it stopped at precisely this moment for him to fully absorb what he just heard. "Wh-what?" Stan screamed like it was a twisted nightmare.

"I'm sorry Stan" She truly was.

"Why, Wendy?" Stan couldn't believe this, no, he didn't want to believe this.

"What you did Stan, to Kyle and Rebecca, and me..."

Stan didn't know how Wendy had felt about that, he didn't know how badly that made her feel.

"I'm sorry Wendy, that was a mistake, I promise..."

"It's not only that Stan"

"Wh-what do you m-mean?" Stan was having a hard time even talking, his body was trembling now, the feeling of breaking up was such heavy feeling, like the last time Wendy broke up with him.

"I haven't been happy for a long time since I've been with you..."

It was evident, the way Stan's eyes shockingly opened, that he had no idea how she had been feeling for a while now. What Wendy just said, pained him like a spear going through your heart. "Please Wendy..." Hoping that those two words would change her mind.

She looked at Stan, she saw how hurt he was, he barely was able to stand up now. It was too painful for her to look at him now. "I'm sorry Stan..."

To that, she went on walking away, leaving Stan alone now. As the girl disappeared from his sights, he fell down to his knees, punching the cement ground, hoping to break his fist and numb his pain. It didn't work though, he soon lost the energy to punch anymore, and the broken emotions he felt was now,] fully enveloping him. He wished that he was dead now, to escape the pain that he felt.

Well, after 30 chapters, the two couples are broken up, courtesy of me, of course XD.

I mean really, who didn't see this coming.

As always, thanks again for reading and hope you're still enjoying this story.