Chapter 30:

A/N: I'm going to be away for three weeks in America so I doubt there will be any updates for a while. I apologise. However, I am super excited because, if you've read my author bio you will know I've always wanted to visit the states! Wanted to try and post a chapter before I left though so sorry if it's a bit short.

Bebe PoV

"Bebe!" A random guy shouts as he runs out to the pool. "Great to see you again." He kisses me quickly on the lips and I see Kenny pull a face out of the corner of my eye.

"Who are you?" I frown, trying to search my memory.

"Alex!" He exclaims.

"Alex?" Kenny glares at him. "Well get the fuck away from my girlfriend 'Alex'."

"Ok, chill dude." He holds his hands up.

"I SAID DO ONE!" Kenny yells at him and he runs off. "...Do you just know everyone?"

"No." I tell him. "But everyone knows me apparently."

"Why?" He looks around protectively.

"...I probably slept with him." I shrug.

"How do you not remember things like that?"

"Do you really want to go over this again?" I drone and he raises his eyebrows.

"Hey! Fellas?" I turn to see Butters running towards us. Well... At least I knew him... Unfortunately.

"What do you want?" I ask him rudely.

"Well uh... It's all kicking off upstairs..." He bashes his knuckles together. "Thought you might want to know."

"Why?" I spit.

"Red's sleeping with Stan." His eyes widen.

"I'm aware of that yes." I nod.

"Oh yes, I forgot you were a gossip." Butters replies, innocently. "Pete Melman told me that... Hey uh, Wendy and Craig are sleeping together too, although you've probably heard that news."

"Wendy and Craig are... Wait, why would I care what Pete Melman says?" I scoff. "At least I didn't crap my pants in front of the whole class."

"OI!" I hear a loud screech from behind me me turn to see Jenny with her arms crossed. "He was scarred because of that, it's not something to make fun of."

"...Hold on..." I stop her. "Am I in some sort of parallel universe where Jenny Simons is protecting Pete Melman, whilst Butters Stotch is actually talking to me?"

"Well... No, because you're in this universe currently." Butters responds, stupidly.

"Grow up Bebe." Jenny spits at me, what the fuck? What was even going on?

"...Do you want to be kicked off the cheerleading squad?" I warn her.

"You think you're so tough don't you?" She replies, sourly.

"No. I think that you've had too much to drink." I imitate her.

"Well you haven't been drinking at all." She points out. "Why's that Bebe?"

"Kenny and I are just not drinking tonight..." I try to cover up. "...It's a late... No early New Years resolution..."

"Then why does Kenny have a vodka bottle in his hand?" She gestures and I hesitate before whipping my head round, seeing Kenny standing a few meters away with Jimmy, Emily and Jason, glugging shots from the bottle.

"KENNY!" I screech, preparing to run over and knock it out of his hand.

"Ooh, necking it again I see." Jenny giggles. "Good resolution that, it lasted what? A few hours? Considering I saw him by Stark's pond with a load of cans earlier."

"You leave my boyfriend out of this!" I hiss.

"Why?" She squares up to me. "You were happy to slag off mine."

Kyle PoV

"Ok, can we all just be adults about this?" I tell the squad, being the first to raise my voice after it had all fallen silent. Inside, I was fuming; Stan had slept with Red? Whether I believed him or not, it was still a dick move... To Wendy I mean... I didn't care.

"Oh I am being mature, it's just that blondie here is acting like a complete five year old!" Wendy exclaims.

"Why is this suddenly my fault?" Tweek retaliates. "You're just pissed off because your so-called boyfriend is sleeping with that slag!"

"Oi! Watch your tongue!" Red yells, still standing half-naked in the doorway.

"Well what I suggest is that everyone who isn't involved in this, clears off." I negotiate.

"Ok, bye then Kyle." Cartman sneers.

"And you're a part of this how?" I spit. "You're only at this party because Portia felt sorry for you."

"At least I got invited by the host." He sniggers. "I don't even know who invited you but you always just tag along, desperate to get in on the action."

"Oh shut your face fatass." I sigh, he wasn't my priority right now.

"Afraid to face the truth?" He asks and I roll my eyes; did he ever stop? "Bet you had to tell mommy a few lies didn't you, you should be at home eating Jewish food, singing Jewish songs. Coming here, hoping you'd get laid, well you haven't Kyle! As usual!"

I am about to retort to his comments but Stan gets there first.

"Shut the fuck up you fat lump of shit!" He instantly jumps at him, holding him up against the wall by his neck. What the fuck?

"Woah, Stan, calm down mate." Clyde suddenly panicks.

"You think you're so tough and cool yeah?" Stan spits in his face. "Constantly picking on everyone to make your life less miserable. To make you feel better about yourself. Well guess what? We are all fed up of it. You've stooped so low you're sleeping with slags, the girls who get paid to do this stuff with guys. So congratulations Cartman, I hope you feel better about yourself now."

Cartman's face begins to turn a shade of violet and that is the point that Stan removes his hand from around his throat, shoving him against the wall one last time for good measure.

"Jesus Stan!" Heidi exclaims.

"Dude, are you ok?" Token puts a hand on his shoulder hesitantly but he shrugs it off.

"Going home." Is all he mutters and skulks off down the stairs. We all stand in silence as he disappears. Had Stan just defended me? Was all that because Cartman had been slagging me off? I feel a warm glow inside of me. I know it's wrong at this moment in time, but I suddenly feel a burst of happiness.

"...Well Kyle." Cartman splutters, being helped up by Lexus. "Looks like you will be losing your virginity soon. To Stan. Your butt buddy since Kindergarten."

"Fuck off." I tell him half-heartedly, because as much as I could deny it, I knew that I wished it was true.

Stan PoV

It was raining as I walked home, how very convenient. Of course, the weather wouldn't be on my side, would it? Just like everything else isn't.

I was a complete idiot. I had screwed everything up. What did I think I was going to achieve from even thinking about sleeping with Red? I had been to find Wendy, but it had resulted in her hating me even more.

There was no way she was going to believe me for a second, especially as Red had lied and said it was all true. Why had she done that? Did she have some everlasting crush on me or something? Surely not, that would be a laugh. Maybe she was trying to make Wendy jealous for some reason, or pretend she had slept with me to make herself look cool. Either way, she'd fucked things up for me even more and I wasn't going to let this slide.

I look up and see a boy sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, staring down into a puddle. At first I think that it's Butters; probably crying over losing a girlfriend he never had again. As I get closer however, I notice he is wearing a grey hat, with strands of mousy brown hair sticking out from under it.

"Douglas?" My voice is hoarse from all the shouting that went on earlier. He looks up suddenly, drenched from the rain, eyes red from crying.

"Stan, um... Hi." He composes himself, pulling his soaking wet hat a bit further down his head and standing up to greet me. He looks awkwardly at me, I don't think we'd really ever spoken before.

"You... Ok?" I ask him warily, it was clear he was upset about something.

"Yeah, yes fine, as usual." He stammers. "Always fine." He rubs his hands together and I could see they were raw from the cold. Jeez, everyone in South Park knew to wear gloves when they left the house, especially as it was now drawing into Winter.

"Right, well, I was just checking." I assure him, he's looking at me as if I'm some sort of copper, who's caught him thieving from a shop. "See you then."

"Yeah, see you." He frets, quickly walking off in the opposite direction. Why was he going that way? Only the rich kids lived down there, it was the pathway leading to Denver and I was pretty certain that Douglas was not one of them.

"Um... Don't you live this way?" I point in the direction I am heading.

"Oh... Yeah." He shrugs and follows about ten steps behind me as I head up the street.

"You can walk with me you know." I tell him.

"Really?" He exclaims, his eyes lighting up slightly. "But you're like... One of the most popular kids in the year!"

"Ha..." I laugh out loud. "I wouldn't say I am anymore buddy."

"Why?" His eyes widen.

"Long story." I mutter. "Come on , I'll tell you about it on the way."