Chapter 21:

Bebe PoV

The weekend has been uneventful, mainly consisting of nausea and laying in bed. I wasn't doing any favours for myself; I hadn't hit the gym in over two weeks and I had awful cravings for pickles and ice-cream, which wasn't benefitting the weight loss plan.

The worst part of everything however, was the constant voice in the back of my head. 'Believe it Bebe' it would say. 'You can't make it go away'. 'You irresponsible slag, look what you've done now'. Problem was, it could repeat the words all it liked. Wendy could do the same. But it still wasn't sinking in. It still didn't make any sense. I was refusing to face the truth.

"Bebe, Lola was wondering if she is still allowed to sit with us?" Jenny hesitantly sits down at the table that is already occupied by Heidi, Red, Annie and me.

"Why wouldn't she?" I mutter, not interested in the slightest.

"...Because she attended science club the other day." Milly joined the group, placing her lunch tray down.

"She thinks you're mad at her." Jenny adds.

"I don't fucking care." Is all I spit before they exchange wary glances.

"Bebe?" Red whispers in my ear. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Red." I reply bluntly, but she doesn't give up.

"Is it because Wendy isn't here?" She continues. That was another thing, Wendy hadn't shown up for the majority of the week and wouldn't answer any of my calls. I had tried to call round in yesterday but her parents had just said she was out.

"No, I don't care." I hiss. Why did everyone have to know everyone else's business? "Lola, stop being so pathetic and come and sit down." I yell over to where she is lingering by the counter, Esther at her side as a bodyguard.

"Ok..." She says when she gets a bit closer. "You don't have to be so bitchy about it."

I just roll my eyes and I watch as both Esther and Lola exchange a worried look. Red speaks for me.

"What's going on?" She questions.

"Lola... Has some news." Esther elbows her and gives a slight cough.

"Well I..." She stutters. "I broke up with Bridon."

"I know." I state.

"Yeah... And I sort of have a new boyfriend..." She virtually whispers, staring at the floor.

"Cool..." I frown. Honestly, this was the least important issue to me right now.

"It's Kevin." She tells me and I just stare at her for a few seconds. Kevin? Lola was going out with Kevin?

"Kevin?" Red repeats, as if reading my mind. "Kevin Stoley?"

To be perfectly straight, it didn't seem to bother me very much. Whereas this time two weeks ago, I would have flipped out completely. Instead, Red decided to take my place after Lola nods at her.

"You're going out with Kevin?" She virtually screams and the canteen falls silent. Jesus, even I wouldn't over-react that much. "Why?"

"...Because we have really similar interests..." She mumbles. "And he's a really nice guy."

"Yeah, I fucking know that." Red spits. "I used to be best friends with him... Before he went all weird." She adds when everyone gives her an odd look.

"Hey, that's my cousin you're talking about." Esther snaps, she very rarely pipes up so this was unusual.

"I can't believe you are slumming it with Kevin Stoley." Red scoffs, ignoring Esther.

"Why do you care so much?" Heidi sniggers.

"I don't..." Red gives a nervous laugh. For fucks sake, when were they all going to grow up? "I don't care, it's your funeral."

"Bebe..." Milly prompts, I was still sat in silence. Fuck this, I wasn't joining in their lame little school girl games. I quickly get up and begin walking towards the exit of the canteen, everyone's eyes focused on me as my footsteps are the only sound heard in the depth of the silence. I hear someone mutter 'Jeez, she's taking it badly' and I slam the door behind me, shutting them all out. I am crying by the time I reach the toilet, which luckily was completely empty. I lean up against the wall, wiping the tears away with my sleeve.

I wait until my breathing rate has slowed and then dare to look in the mirror. My mascara is dripping down my cheeks and my hair is tangled from running my fingers through it. I run my hand under the tap and wipe some of the excess make-up off, leaving my not-so-pretty face underneath. There is nothing to dry my hands on, so instead I resort to wiping them on my shirt. Which is a bad idea, because that's when I feel the bump.

I hadn't noticed any changes until now, but I could feel that my stomach was raised slightly. I stand at an angle in the mirror and eye myself up and down, trying to make myself as slim as possible. It wasn't working, it was still there, maybe not noticeable to anyone who didn't know, but give it a few weeks and it would be very clear. This was actually happening. I was pregnant.

"Why?" I scream suddenly, throwing my cell phone at the mirror in a sudden panic. A large crack forms down the centre as it makes contact and my phone falls in the sink, a bit battered around the sides. I hesitate before picking it up again, my hand shaking with fear, but this was the only way to destroy my appearance. I throw it again, chipping away the glass, massive chunks falling in the sink along with my cell as it beats up my reflection. I throw it again and again and again until I can't see anything but a single eye. I start to cry again and the tears are warm against my face. "I don't want to have a baby!" I yell. "Why would you do this to me? Why make my life a misery? I'm not ready! I'm not ready!"

I pound my fists against the wall of a cubicle until I am completely out of breath. I virtually collapse on the floor in a pile of tears and glass, not caring about the cuts on my hands or face. I lie there for about a minute, praying no one enters the bathroom now.

But it wasn't someone entering the toilets that was a problem. It was the person coming out.

I hear the lock slide across first and I feel my heart completely stop, a jet of shock and fear bursting through my body. I turn slowly, very slowly, to see Cartman standing behind me.

"Well well well." He grins, popping away his notebook and pen in his back pocket. "That was an interesting audio book."

"...What..." I pant, unable to believe this was happening. "...What are you? What are you doing in here?"

"What, a guy can't take a dump in the girls bathroom?" Cartman states, matter-of-factly. "Bebe, we've been over this."

"You..." Is all I manage to get out before he interrupts again.

"My my my, we have been busy." He paces around me, enjoying every second of this. "And we have made quite a mess in the process too... Shame you've broken your cell phone, you'll probably be needing it to call the midwife."

This just confirms everything for me, my hopes that he maybe, unlikely, hadn't have heard are shattered. Of all the people who could have been in here, it had to be Eric Cartman. The fat, bullying, morning announcement reader.

"Right..." I stammer, looking him in the eye after pulling myself up. "...So now you know. What are you going to do?" I gulp as he stops pacing.

He pauses for a second, studying the broken mirror. He then turns on his heel and moves in closer, as if about to kiss me. I can feel his warm breath on my ear as he whispers the two words which kill me inside. "Enjoy it."

Kyle PoV

"Ok class, I want you to all get into groups of four." Shit, the words I hated the most. The words which meant I would be split from Stan and replaced by Wendy, Bebe and Kenny. I glance around the class to see who my other choices were. Craig's gang were already in tow, with a group of Clyde, Craig, Tweek and Token. I sigh as I see Kevin's group is missing a fourth member. Looks like I would be stuck with him, Timmy and Francis.

"Oi, Kyle over here buddy." Kenny beckons me over to where he is sat with a shifty looking Bebe and Stan, who had his hood up to cover most of his face. I thought that was more Kenny's style... Of course, Wendy wasn't here. Well I was ok with being the second option then.

"Shift Kyle, I'm in this group today." Cartman jeers, giving me a shove once I have moved my chair next to Kenny's.

"Fuck off Cartman, Kyle is." Stan retorts from under his hood.

"Um... No, I am." He argues.

"No you're not." Bebe protests.

"...Oh." Cartman turns his stare to her instead. "Well Bebe, maybe you wouldn't mind leaving the group then."

"What?" Kenny splutters, putting his arm around her. "No!"

"Oh Kenny, you are so sweet, so naive." Cartman taunts, still focusing on Bebe. "There's so much you don't know."

"Are you high on cough medicine again?" I ask.

"Or Butters' cum." Kenny scoffs and I burst out laughing.

"Bebe, would you mind moving please?" Cartman ignores them. "Or will I have to try and persuade you?"

"No I'll move." Bebe mutters, getting up reluctantly and pushing Kenny's arm off her shoulder.

"Bebe, you don't have to-" Kenny tries to argue but she just shrugs him off.

"...Well, this is nice, just like old times." Cartman gives a satisfied smile, wedging himself between Kenny and Stan. I give him a glare and then watch as Bebe sits down next to Red, Heidi and Jenny, pushing Lola out of the group. This was like a domino effect.

"Where's she gonna go now?" Kenny points at Lola, who doesn't seem bothered by the move. To our surprise, she sits down next to Kevin Stoley, giving friendly smiles to Francis and Timmy.

"Um... What?" I mumble, frowning in confusion. It gets even weirder when Kevin puts his arm around Lola and she doesn't push him off.

"Am I like... Dead?" Kenny asks, checking himself over, as if actually in doubt. I look over to where I am expecting the girls to be staring, open-mouthed. But they don't really seem to care, Bebe in particular, as she is staring down at the table in a daze. Red is just shooting an evil glare at the back of Lola's head.

"Oi Lola?" Cartman shouts suddenly, throwing a screwed up ball of paper at her head. "What are you doing with science boy?"

"Fuck off you fat prick." She spits, throwing the paper ball back at him.

"Ok, chill your period." He holds up his hands. "Was just wondering why you and Doctor Never-Had-A-Screw were shacking up?"

"Shut up Cartman, you've never fucked anyone either." I yell, which is a big mistake.

"Oh sorry Doctor Jew." He laughs at his own joke. "I wasn't aware you had screwed the entire school."

"Fuck off." I mutter, seeing Craig's gang chuckling to themselves.

"So they are actually together?" Kenny questions, as if he had zoned out for the past five minutes.

"Who cares?" Stan groans, but his speech was muffled due to his lack of face.

"Yeah, why does my love life interest you so much?" Lola chips in.

"Because it's Kevin." Cartman states.

"...So?" She raises her voice.

"It's Kevin." Cartman repeats.

"And? What's your point?" She virtually shouts.

"That it's Kevin." He says again and I give him a withering stare. She gives up, turning her back on him and sighing loudly. "Well, I'm very excited about this project."

"I'm not." Stan mutters.

"Yeah, we don't want to be with you." I add.

"Oh sorry Kyle." He smiles. "Shall I call your cousin, see if she can come and join your group instead? Mind you, I heard she was better at partner work..."

"Shut your goddamn mouth!" I point my finger at him aggressively.

"Ugh, Kyle, quit the shouting." Stan covers his ears with his hands.

"Why don't you quit being a depressed douche?" Kenny backs me up.

"Right class, I'm going to hand out textbooks and we are going to spend this lesson studying for a group project." Mr Veerson announces and there is a loud groan from every student in class. I fucking hated general studies. "I'm going to give you each a topic and you are going to do a presentation on it next week. Meaning that you will have to work on this for homework."

"Yeah, Cartman, you are not with us." Kenny prods him in the arm.

"Ok, Bebe you are the team captain of your group." He points to her. Yeah right, just because he was a pedo and had a massive crush on her. "Your topic is parenthood."

"Ahahaha!" Cartman suddenly blurts out and everyone turns to stare at him again.

"Eric Cartman, be quiet." Mr Veerson orders.

"Kevin's group, your topic is science." Naturally, I think as they all cheer and clap, including Lola... "Craig's group, you have media, Emily's group you are doing finance, Jimmy's group, animal care and Cartman's group you are focusing on homosexuality through the ages."

"What?" Stan finally looks up.

"Homosexuality through the ages?" Kenny questions. "What the fuck is that?"

"Being gay... Through the ages." Mr Veerson replies, bluntly. "Now, I've chosen a topic which should reflect your interests, so-"

"Reflect our interests?" Kenny pipes up again.

"What the fuck, why?" Cartman squeals.

"Cartman, one word." Mr Veerson tells him. "Butters."

"Ahahaha!" It was my turn to laugh now. Mr Veerson could be a complete twat, but there were times when he could also be a complete legend.

Cartman PoV

What a complete twat. I didn't really care anyway, I was just glad he hadn't given us 'the development of southern fried chicken over the ages'. That would really kill me.

"Right, so I suppose we ought to get studying then." Kyle shrugs, dumping the textbook next to me.

"Why do I have to do it?" I snap.

"...Because you wanted to be in our group." Kenny tells him.

"Yeah and you never put any effort in." Kyle adds.

"I fucking do Kyle." I spit. "Well I'll prove you wrong, I'm just going to have a flashback."

"Fucks sake." Kyle buries his head in his hands. "Don't do this again Cartman."

"What, you don't think I can have one?" I tease.

"No." He states.

"I'll bet you five dollars." I negotiate.

"No." Pussy.

"Why?"

"Because every time you bet me five dollars, you end up shitting out of your mouth, or people start shitting after the die or you get a platinum album with your Christian rock band." Kyle spews.

"Myrrh album." Kenny corrects him.

"Look can you all just shut up?" Stan yells and the whole class goes quiet. "Just shut up."

"...Well someone is missing their clit-partner." I mutter.

"Clit-partner?" Kenny dares to ask.

"Yeah, Wendy." I tell him and I receive weird looks from everyone. "Clit central."

"Fuck off." Stan shouts and then storms out of the classroom.

"...Well someone is on their period." I jibe.

"Oh great, another one gone." Mr Veerson sighs.

"How do you reach these kids?" I imitate a Mexican accent, closely followed by yet another glare from Kenny. "I hate you Kenny."