Chapter 32:

A/N: So as I mentioned in the last chapter, I lost my phone on holiday which means I have had to retype this chapter up. I tried to remember as much as possible but sorry if it's not perfect. I also apologise for incorrect use of American terminology and measurements if there are any. Forgive me if anything is wrong and feel free to correct me politely for future reference. Thanks for you patience and review:) Ok, update, so now the original copy of this chapter decides to turn up now that I've written it... I now have two different copies but I'm just going to upload this one as I went through the effort of writing it today and it would be a waste otherwise. I have copied and pasted bits of the other chapter into it though so sorry (again) if it doesn't make sense.

Bebe PoV

Six months ago I would have been walking down the corridor with Kenny on one arm and Wendy on the other. Blonde curls flowing behind me, my toned belly showing beneath the cropped cheerleading uniform, smile on my face as everyone was staring at me, admiring me, wishing they could be me.

Now, the only thing that remained is that they were still staring at me, but their expressions had changed. It was no longer a look of longing or admiration or jealousy. Instead, I received many curious glances or dirty looks as I shuffle down the hallways of South Park High. The uniform had been swapped for a duffle coat, down to my knees, which I could luckily pull off without question as the winter months were drawing in. My hair was a mess, my non-made up face was a mess and my life was a mess, and guess what? Everyone could tell.

They didn't know what exactly, well if they did they weren't letting on, but the students knew that there was something up with me. All the cheerleaders had begun to realise I had put on weight; I was now at the bottom of the pyramid instead of the top. It's not like I even cared that much about the squad anymore, which is a sentence I never thought I would say, but I had missed quite a few practices. Aside from the whole baby situation, I had other problems regarding half my friends, who seemed to be paralyzed by all the nerds in our year. Whether it was some kind of revenge towards me or they'd been hypnotised by their light-sabers, I didn't know. But either way it was jeopardising my remaining friendship group since Wendy, Kenny, Stan and I had all fallen out, as well as the cheerleading squad, as both Lola and Jenny had hung up their skirts and quit. Wendy was also lacking in turning up to practice, partly because she was being a moody cow and also because Red was practically leading the team as she was the only one who still seemed bothered. I had been forced to invite Lisa Burger back as there had been so many missing spots, but it didn't really bother me as she made me look slimmer.

That however, was more than could be said for Wendy, who had only turned up to two rehearsals in the last six weeks. If she wasn't vice-captain I would have a good mind to kick her off. In fact I was tempted to kick everyone off excluding Red who had been putting in extreme effort to keep the team in shape after she noticed mine and Wendy's sudden decline in interest. This is yet another problem I have; I had an ultimatum of debating whether to be friends with Wendy or Red, as it was evident they now hated each other. Red seemed the safer option; after all she was bending over backwards... literally, to make sure cheerleading practice went smoothly, plus she was the one who didn't seem to hold a grudge against me and also wasn't hanging out with my boyfriend 24/7. Wendy clearly had troubles though and I had been friends with her forever. But I suppose selfishly the main factor is that she knew about the pregnancy and if I came too close to Red, there was no knowing what she would do to get her own back.

So basically I was walking on egg shells, with everyone. Including the guy who a few weeks ago had told me he loved me and wanted to be a family. The guy who now wouldn't say hello to me if we passed in the corridor. He wouldn't even tell me where we were relationship-wise; I had no clue if we were broken up or not and if we were, I couldn't see a reason why he should be mad at me, he had been the one drinking that night minutes after making life-long promises. Yet I was willing to forgive him for that.

Evidently, Stan and I had been kicked out of our usual group, and Heidi and Craig had taken our places now that Tweek had dumped him. I had no clue why Heidi had jumped at the chance to eat with them at lunch but either way it made me extremely suspicious, especially when I had to constantly stare at her hanging off my boyfriends shoulder and whispering things in his ear. Craig and Wendy weren't helping themselves in the slightest. Perhaps it was a way of getting back at Stan but they still argued they were 'just friends'. But if I knew anything about Wendy Testaburger it was that revenge was her middle name and she wasn't going to be stingy in how she played it.

Due to this, I had resorted to sitting with Kyle at lunch time, which was a barrel of laughs considering he just sat there staring at Stan the entire time and moaning on about why he was now friends with the creeps from our year group. In fact, we may as well be sitting alone because I pretty much did exactly the same thing with Kenny, neither of us listening to one another all the while. But the upside was that he gave me the pickles from his lunch bag which I was getting severe cravings for, yet he still hadn't clocked why I was acting so weirdly. Maybe he wasn't as smart as he appeared to be.

So overall, my life was falling apart, slowly. Everything was being taken from me; my friends, my boyfriend, my dreams, my future, my position on the team. Bit by bit someone was out to ruin my life, whether it was karma or just bad luck, it had done its job well...

"Watch it fatty." Some junior suddenly blurts out as he jolts me to the side, knocking me out of my day-dream as I am shoved against the lockers. I am too shocked to retaliate anything and by the time I get my head around what he has said, he is gone, sniggering with his friends as he rounds a corner. 'Watch it fatty'? I repeat the words in my head. Was this what it had come to? I stare down at my stomach and notice the bump appearing underneath my coat and beneath where I am clutching my textbooks. I twist my head upwards to face a group of sophomores who seem to find it hilarious and are all staring at me, grins on their faces. I load my books into my locker, pull my gym kit out and slam it shut with anger, which quiets them down for a few seconds whilst I storm off down the corridor.

Gym. Physical Education. The bane of my life.

I enter the changing rooms and face the sea of eyes that stare me out, again as confused as ever at why I looked like I had just come from the Arctic. I ignore them the best I can and head towards the toilet cubicle, which no one dared use because last time when Kal was in there I had practically kicked the door down.

Having to take off this coat in class was exposing, never mind having to change into the tiny shorts and skin tight T-shirt that we had to wear for gym. I always went to get changed in the toilet cubicle, out of observations way, which is what the occasional girl used to do in Middle school if they weren't wearing a bra or had a heavy period. The only good thing about anything to do with gym, was that it was now almost December and so we were allowed to wear a sweater over our kit. I had ended up spending my pocket money on one that was three sizes larger than my usual size to conceal the bump, but at least it did the trick.

You'd think that I'd be brilliant at sports being cheer captain, well I used to be. But unless you count running around like a headless chicken, panting and bloated, I was no longer an athlete. I couldn't run more than ten meters without getting out of breath and it was even harder when you have to attempt to hold it in. This was the only time I thought Kenny might care for me anymore; he tells me to call off sick or makes excuses for me when I am volunteered as an important role in a game. But he was probably doing it for the baby's sake, not mine.

When I'm finally changed I cautiously make my way out of the cubicle, I always wait and extra five minutes until the chattering had ended and everyone has left the changing rooms. Annoyingly Milly, Annie and Nicole always take ages to leave as they stand in front of the mirror re-applying make-up and going on and on about pointless things they've read in Cosmopolitan. I head down the hallway towards the gym, hearing Timmy's helper wheeling him down the corridor behind me. I take a deep breath and then pull the door open.

The noise hits me instantly; sounds of boys arguing over last nights soccer match and girls squabbling about who stole who's hairbrush in the changing room. Usually there would be cliques dotted around the gym, people chasing after one another or students rebelliously balancing the equipment on their heads before Mr Logan has said they can use it. Today, however, it seemed a lot more formal.

Although the chatter was still as loud as usual, two large lines were formed, one of boys and one of girls, facing towards a wall where scales and a table of measuring tapes were lying...

My heart suddenly sinks in my chest, like the feeling you get when go on a rollercoaster and begin to move then regret getting on it because you see the drop.

Surely not. It couldn't be...

"Annie, what's going on?" I walk over to her, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"Physical." She drones and that confirms it for me.

Fuck.

Every year we had a physical where our weight and height was measured and recorded on the system. They also clearly had no respect for us as they always yelled it out to the teacher recording the information so that everyone could hear. I don't have time to say anything back because my shoulders have a pair of hands clamped on them before I can even attempt to run away.

"Bebe Stevens, you're late, in line please." Mr Logan drives me behind Annie and Nicole in the line.

"Um ok." I nod. "I'll just head to the back then-"

"No you won't, you'll stay there." He orders and then walks off. I glance behind me at where Milly is glaring at me for taking her place in line next to her friends. I give her a weak smile before facing back to the front.

"Right, we're going to try and do this as quick as possible so that we can get a game of dodgeball in at the end." Mr Logan announces. Oh good, a game of dodgeball? That makes everything even better... "Now I'm going to repeat this again just to ensure everyone has got it right; this is a height and weight physical, not boys penis sizes." Looks are immediately directed at Cartman, who is in line with me. Immediately my heart begins to rise again, I was in line with Cartman, he was the best person to be up against, the fattest kid in the year! "So we don't want a repeat of the events that happened in elementary school... Or middle school... Or high school, where they were published on the wall of the corridors. Right we're going to call you up two at a time, one boy and one girl and we will take your weight. Then you return to the back of your line and then we will do height the next time round."

"First up please." The school nurse beckons and Token and Nicole step up on the scales. Everyone rolls their eyes at their athletic builds and naturally they get the all clear. Next up was Butters and Annie, who also are in the average section of the weight poster that is stuck up on the wall. Then it's me who is called up. Ok, I was not ready for this. Maybe I could make a run for it.

"Miss Stevens would you hurry up please." Mr Logan rolls his eyes and I force myself forward onto the scales. I can feel the see of eyes focused on the back of my head. This was hell. This was pure hell. I screw my eyes shut and wait to be humiliated.

"Eric Cartman, 147 pounds three ounces." The school nurse calls out.

"Bebe Stevens 148 pounds six ounces..." Mr Logan begins to trail off at the realisation of what he has just read, but everyone hears him and I immediately hear the sniggers from behind me.

My whole chest suddenly draws tight, I can already feel the tears stinging my eyes. Not only was I over weight, I was heavier than Cartman, how was that even possible? He had been the fattest person in the school for ages. I force my eyes open and glance across at him, studying his structure. Now I actually looked at him, he didn't appear to be that fat anymore, in fact his weight was on the border of the top end of the average line, unlike mine. I was far into the over weight section on the girls chart.

"Bebe?" I hear Red's voice, which is the last thing I want to hear right now. "You're... heavier than Cartman?"

I know she doesn't mean to offend me, it was more of an out loud thought, but all the same, people begin to laugh even more.

"QUIET EVERYONE!" Mr Logan suddenly yells, which almost knocks me back off the scales. "THAT IS NOT HOW WE TREAT OUR FELLOW STUDENTS." He suddenly lowers his voice and turns back to me. "Bebe maybe if you took that heavy sweater off, we might get a more accurate measurement."

"No." I mumble, crossing my arms over my stomach and as he looks down at them, I can tell he has clocked it. "Leave me alone."

I begin running then, as fast as I can out if the hall, my stomach weighing me down as if I had a rock in there. But I didn't stop running, not until I am hidden behind a bunch of lockers, when I finally keel over, panting, tears streaming down my face.

I am bent over a table for about two minutes before I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I don't dare look who it is; maybe Mr Logan, come to interrogate me some more or Cartman here to gloat. But when I feel the arms around my waist I know exactly who it is. I finally get the strength to stand up straight and I bury my head in their chest.

"I hate this, I hate everything." I cry, my hands clenched into fists.

"I know." I hear Kenny say. "I'm sorry."