Kyle PoV

I sit on my bed, jealousy writhing in my stomach as I stare down at the photograph on my phone. Having been one of the first to notice eavesdropper was back, I was quick to formulate my plan of making Stan mine.

I rub my thumb gently over his face, tilted slightly towards Douglas as they lay together in bed. The sooner this got out, the sooner I could swoop in and be the hero.

Someone else had got there first. Someone else had started the job. I didn't know who, but someone had made this a whole lot easier for me.

It was simple, one click and it would be up there. Just one click.

Stan PoV

"I don't think I can..." I mutter, my fingers hovering over the mouse as Douglas sits beside me, waiting patiently for me to book the appointment. "What do I even talk about?"

"How you're feeling." He explains. "That's the whole point of this, they've seen it all before... You know, maybe we're wrong. But it's better to be safe than sorry Stan."

"Ok..." I murmur, building up a wave of courage before it gets knocked down again. For fucks sake, why was I suddenly so weak? So nervous? I needed to get a grip, I wanted to be my old self again and there was only one way to do that.

I force my finger down on the button and a green tick appears before my eyes.

'Appointment confirmed - view your details on account settings.'

"There you go." Douglas says, brightly. "Feel any better?"

"No. I feel a hell of a lot worse." I drone, proceeding to close the lid of my laptop before something catches my eye.

"You have an email." Douglas points out, as I notice it myself, opening the lid back up and clicking on it.

'Cc/Bcc From: craigtuckerdicksucker

Subject: Join the club

Dude... I had no idea! Before you start getting all the abuse from the homophobes, know that I'm super happy for you bro.

Sent from my iPhone.'

"...No idea about what?" Douglas raises his voice slightly, whilst I linger over the word 'homophobes'. I scan the email again before briefly replying with; 'what do you mean' and sending it. "He's already replied."

I move the mouse to where another email has instantly come through, but see its from someone else.

'Cc/Bcc From: kingdonovan5028

Subject: What the fuck

Dude... Not u as well... What even is this shit?

newsfeed/3009653

Hot girls reply only plz.'

"It'll be spam." Douglas reassures me, despite the fact we both knew it wasn't. We registered the 'eavesdropper' hyperlink before anything else. "Someone probably hacked his account or something... I mean, it says 'hot girls reply only please' at the bottom."

"Yeah, that's just his footer." I explain, not really paying attention. "You know like the 'sent from my iPhone' thing? He changed his to that."

"Well are you gonna click on it?" Douglas gulps.

"I thought you said it was spam." I point out, a lump forming in my throat as he gives me a shifty look. With a sudden urge I press the link, my screen forwarding me to the page I hadn't seen in so many years.

'Eavesdropper is back and better than ever. Grab your latest local gossip here, or post opinions, secrets or advice anonymously online.'

"Who the hell has started this up again?" I snap, scrolling down the page to what Clyde had been intending I read.

'Stan Marsh and Douglas the tramp rumoured to be in gay relationship after evidence was gathered the other day.'

I stare at it in shock, glancing at Douglas who looks equally as confused and concerned.

"What have you been saying?" I blurt out and he looks slightly hurt at this.

"Nothing!" He exclaims. "But if you click on it maybe you'll find out who has."

'Students Stan Marsh and Douglas O'Dirtbag (no one knows his real surname) have been recently reported to be sleeping together. A source gathered evidence on Tuesday that Douglas had in fact been sleeping in Stan's bed, after being overheard on leaving a house that morning. Stan allegedly said 'I bet my bed is a lot more comfortable than what you're used to' to his friend, thus implying that the pair did engage in sexual intercourse that night, and if not, most definitely shared an intimate moment together in bed. The pair have also been acknowledged as 'suddenly close' by several members of South Park High, following Stan's break up with Wendy Testaburger. But the fact remains, was this enough to pull him kicking and screaming out of the closet? As the boys still have not gone official on this supposed relationship.'

"Dude... What the fuck?" I drone, after reading the article, Douglas frozen beside me. "Who would even do this?"

"Someone who wants to stir shit..." He replies. "And someone who really doesn't like us."

Kenny PoV

"Stoley!" I shout at the top of my lungs as I race towards him in the crowded hallway. I didn't care who saw me now, someone was causing shit again and I was gonna throw accusations around until I got the right culprit.

Kevin looks up from his locker, confused and just simply raises an eyebrow at me. "What?" He says to me coldly, as if I was nothing compared to him.

"Don't 'what' me" I snap at him as I slam my fist against his locker. "This crap ends now."

''Look I don't know what you're talking about and frankly I don't care!'' He rolls his eyes, picking up his bag and trying to act tough, when deep down I knew he was still the weak, nerdy kid that no one liked.

"Eavesdropper!" I snarl at him. "I want it shut down now."

"Wait, you think I'm running that thing?" He pauses, a little taken aback by this.

"It popped up after Lola and Jenny's interview with Cartman, of course it's you and pants crapper!'' I point out as I jab a finger at him, only for him to swat it away. "You were mad at Cartman and wanted to defend your little girlfriend so decided to get revenge on everyone else!"

"Don't fucking insult my best friend you drunk!" He snaps at me, catching me off guard. "And I'm not the only one who holds a grudge against Cartman. If anything, they hold a grudge against you or Stan, you're the ones who's private lives are being broadcast across the Internet."

"Jeez, now he's being sucked off by the popular chick, he's suddenly all macho." Someone mutters from behind me, and Kevin glares in their direction.

"Bill, Fosse." He shouts as two people jump in fright. "If you want to pass that test next week then I suggest you button it... Same goes for all you other fucks that keep begging me to help them with their homework! You got it? Last time I checked you all needed me, I've never needed your money!''

Ok so now I knew why nobody ever ripped into him, he had more than just me and the jocks on the payroll.

"That's some great friends you've got there Kevin... You've got the whole school on side. Yet I thought it was just pants crapper, a guy with a lisp, the other Jew, Butters, the list of sad and pathetic loser friends of yours in that nerd club goes on…"

"What the hell do you know about friends anyway?" Kevin yells, snapping me back into reality. "Last time I checked, you nearly got yours killed alongside your slut of a girlfriend! And what? Where have they been whilst you drink yourself into oblivion?"

"I'm not here to discuss my drinking habits or the likes of 'Star Wars' with you Kevin." I spit, avoiding his insults. "I want you to tell me whether or not you're behind this return of eavesdropper."

"If I was, why would I have posted the stuff about Stan?" He points out and that does make me think. "He's one of my close friends at the moment, I would have no reason to expose those rumours about him and Douglas."

"Which aren't true by the way." Stan suddenly chips in from the crowd and it immediately parts so he is standing alone. He looked awful, it was the first time I had properly observed him since the break up and it was clear he wasn't in a good place. His eyes were sunken, with heavy grey bags slung beneath them and stubble creeping up the sides of his face.

For the past month I was treating Stan like shit for sleeping with Red whilst he was on a break and yet, I had done worse things like taking Tammy to that Jonas Brothers concert just to get a blow job, or spying on Stan's mom as she showered, when I was thirteen.

Kevin's eyes were burning into the back of my neck now that I had turned to look at Stan. What was I doing? I was a mess. I was turning up most days completely wasted, I couldn't control myself, everyone knew that. Then, to offload all my troubles I decided to shift the blame of things on to other people.

"You're right..." I mutter, not moving my eyes from Stan, who was eyeing me up weirdly. "I'm sorry." I manage to say, before slumping off up the corridor, disappointed sighs erupting from the crowd as a result of the anti-climax.

Bebe PoV

"What's this?" I glance at the dieting pills mom places on the table in front of me.

"Have you lost your ability to read as well as eat healthily?" She snaps, rudely. "I've had a letter home from the school. You're overweight, as if I hadn't noticed already."

"What and dieting pills is the answer to that?" I raise my voice, pushing them away. "Some mother you are."

"I just don't know what's going on." She shrugs. "A few months ago and you were perfect... Now you're just-"

"Define 'perfect'." I practically spit, this was so humiliating for me.

"Well I know as teenagers get older their hormones kick in and weight gain is usually evident but..." She trails off. "Well this is insane."

"Oh you know what?" I smack my fist down on the table, standing up abruptly. "Stop telling me how to live my life and sort out your own."

"Mine is perfectly fine." She snaps. "You need to learn to take care of yourself properly."

"I am!" I yell, anger fuelling in my veins.

"Well clearly not." She retorts. "Else you wouldn't be the size of a house-"

"I'm pregnant!" I scream, the room falling silent for a few seconds before the microwave inconsiderately beeps constantly, as if trying to defer the subject.

"What?" Mom questions, her voice low as she stares me in the eyes. "What did you say?"

"I said..." I whisper, not having the words to formulate, squinting at the persistent beeping that was sounding before mom gives it a rough shake.

"Shut up!" She yells, pushing it onto the floor in anger as it smashes, wires flying everywhere and the bowl of what looked like soup spewing out onto the floor. We stare at it in silence, with nothing to save us now, neither of us moving an inch. "...Get out." She murmurs, not moving her eyes from the floor. I nod, turning on my heel. I had been prepared for this, unlike most pregnant teenagers I knew this had been coming. But it wouldn't be for long. I would stop at Kenny's for a few nights until it had sunk in and then we could talk properly.

Stan PoV

"Stan Marsh to room four please." A voice booms out and I freeze in my seat. I was willing this uncomfortable silence between me and Douglas would last forever. Anything to prevent me from opening up to a complete stranger, about something so petty.

"That's you." Douglas prompts.

"Yes I am aware of my name." I snap, before giving him an apologetic glance. "Sorry..."

"Good luck." He squeezes my arm as I stand up. "You'll be fine, I promise."

Wendy PoV

I had regretted re-starting eavesdropper when I woke up this morning. Especially with all the commotion at school. I had only intended to start a rumour about Stan so he would split with Douglas out of embarrassment, or come clean to the school about how it was all a pack of lies, or maybe even take me back to prove this. But it had escalated, a lot. Secrets had been spilled from other anonymous users and we were back into the war again. The war I had been so adamant to stop last time. The war that even drove people to suicide. It took an hour for the post about Heidi's vajazzle to go up, and soon to follow that was Kenny's drinking. Naturally, I had no clue who posted them, that secret lied with the exposer them self, just as mine did.

I am snapped back to reality by the sudden beep from the computer. Another comment on my post, from another anonymous account. But this one catches my eye.

'You want proof? Here; pic.1829'

I press the link to the picture and a photograph of Stan and Douglas appears on my screen. In bed together. I had been right...

Kenny PoV

There's a sharp knock on the door and I drain the glass of water I was clasping before making my way over.

I was surprised not to see the police, and instead to see Bebe, stood with a small hold-all in the doorway.

"Moms chucked me out." She informs me. "You sober?"

"As I'll ever be..." I trail off, we both knew I was never sober nowadays. Drinking was an escape, it was an addiction and now I had started I couldn't stop. "She knows?"

"I wanted an abortion." She blurts out suddenly and my eyes widen.

"What?" I splutter. "Well... It's too late now."

"I know." She nods, avoiding my gaze. "But I'm not having anything to do with it. I'll give birth, and leave it on a doorstep somewhere. No one will ever need to know, I can go back to how I used to be."

"But... No... Bebe, you can't do that! Don't be stupid!" I exclaim.

"I can do whatever the hell I like!" She argues. "It's my body, my baby-"

"And mine!" I retort and the room falls silent.

"...I need to stay here for a bit." She mumbles, putting her bag down gently. "Just until my mom calms down. We can talk... Sorry, we can talk."

"Ok." I nod, my eyes intent on her stomach, our baby, before reaching out carefully and placing a hand on it. "Ok... Whatever you need, I'm here."

Stan PoV

"Like I said it's all just... Average teenage stuff." I mutter, shifting in my seat uncomfortably, the harsh gaze the GP was giving me wasn't helping with my nerves. But I had waffled on for a good... Forty minutes, I glance at the clock. Wow, people actually got paid to listen to low lives like me moaning on about their shitty problems that didn't even matter?

"From what I've gathered, I think you may be suffering from depression." He says, bluntly. What, that was it? That was the sentence I had sat here waiting for?

"And... What am I supposed to do with that exactly?" I mutter, not lifting my head from the floor, partly out of boredom, partly out of embarrassment.

"I'm going to refer you to a mental health specialist." He pulls out a note pad, scribbling something down. "You can talk to them about how you are feeling and they will offer you a more accurate analysis."

"What rather than 'you have depression'?" I frown at him. "How much more accurate can you get."

"Depression is just a classified term." He explains. "There lots of different mental health disorders that stem from it, and the strength of it can also be analysed by this assessment."

"...So I've sat here for three quarters of an hour talking about my life and yet I just have to go and repeat it to someone else?" I ask him, rudely and he faces me with a blank expression.

"It's a long process Stanley." He sighs.

"Stan." I correct him.

"Stan." He repeats, easing over the word. "But we fully intend to get you the help you need. In the meantime, take it easy."

"Wow thanks." I snatch the piece of paper out of his hand. "Top class advice that. I bet that was the hardest part of your degree wasn't it? Thanks for the help."

I stand up abruptly, pushing back my chair and leaving in a swift motion. What a waste of time this was.

Kyle PoV

I hated myself for what I had done. Why did I have to stoop so low? Why couldn't I handle my jealousy?

The words written on my locker were appearing before my eyes. They had been erased now, erased from public sight. But they were still there; every time I looked at it, every time I turned, every face I looked into. They all knew. They all knew I was... Gay.

Smart, Jewish, gay. All made for an interesting combination. This was never how I wanted it to work out. I had tried to prevent it, so many times. I had tried to push my feelings for Stan out of my head, for all these years. Kid myself we were just close friends. But we weren't, we never would be. For that, I hated myself, I hated who I had become, I hated who I was.

I wince as the blade crosses my skin, a searing pain shooting across my chest. I dare myself to look down, beads of blood rising to the surface, rolling into the crevices of the broken flesh.

But it was satisfying, because I was punishing myself. I was punishing who I had been forced to become.

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