A/N: The train of drama is never ending I guess pft
Short chapter here for you all.
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Bebe had had a policy since she was thirteen and got her first phone: Any text before 10am was to be ignored unless it screamed that it was of vital importance. However, as she sat at her dresser at 9:30, cursing at her hair as she tried to brush through it, and her phone next to her vibrated with Wendy's name, that policy seemed to dissipate into thin air. A simple 'I fucked up.' sounded the alarm bells in the blonde's head. She knew as well as any other best friend knew that a text like that could come when you were in class, halfway through having sex, or in the middle of labor, and you dropped everything to get to the bottom of it.
She tossed her brush to the side, opting to merely sweep her thick hair into a messy bun with a scrunchie before grabbing the phone and quickly calling Wendy back. She stared at herself in the mirror, the worry etched onto her face. Wendy didn't send texts like that. She operated way too well within herself. Bebe paused, remembering something very vital that had come into play again: Stan.
She couldn't contain a small growl as a meek "Hi" entered her ears.
"You slept with Stan. Didn't you?" she hissed.
A small sniffle erupted, and Bebe could clearly picture the girl nodding and brushing her hair back behind her ear as she did when she was distraught. "I...I don't know what happened, Bebe..." she said miserably.
Bebe shook her head, getting to her feet and beginning to pace at the foot of her bed, staring daggers into her hardwood floor. "Well you need to tell me exactly what led up to this," she finally spat.
A sigh, "We...we were at Cartman's party...and w-we started talking about him and Kyle..." she trailed off for a moment before resuming, "I swear, I only went to him with the intention of talking him out of going emo or some shit, Bebe!"
"Uh huh," the blonde rolled her eyes, grabbing her chocolate from her nightstand and angrily chomping down into a raspberry filled sweet. "Wendy, you're his ex. You're not supposed to be his fucking Dr. Phil!"
"I know I know but he just looked so miserable," she said softly. "I felt so bad for him..."
Hazel eyes angrily narrowed, staring at her satin sheets in what she could tell was nothing short of a death glare. "The only one you should be feeling sorry for in this whole fucking mess is Kyle, Wendy!"
A pause stilled between them. "What? What are you talking about?"
Bebe scoffed, "Uh, Kyle's the one that's being branded to everyone as a pussy by Marsh? He's the one that's been dealing with Stan's bullshit for so long! He's the one that didn't sleep with someone only a few hours after the break-up!" she bit. "Goddammit Wendy how the fuck could you do something like that?!"
"Hey!" her voice began to flare with that anger that made Wendy famous. "I said it just happened! And stop acting like Kyle's some perfect fucking angel! He's the one who's been tip-toeing around the truth for so long! And Stan was right, it's bullshit that he kept hanging out with Kenny after that whole episode with him!"
Bebe's jaw dropped in disbelief and she let out a curt laugh. "Oh? You mean like how you tried for five out of their seven months together to 'accidentally' bump into Stan in places where Kyle wasn't with him? Or how you just 'happened' to be the one there to pick up the pieces of his and Kyle's break-up? Kenny at least wasn't actually trying anything with him!"
"I called you for fucking support, you bitch, not a lecture!" Wendy screeched on the other line.
She growled, "Yeah? Well do you know how many fucking times I've 'supported' you through your Stan drama? I'm fucking done with it, Wendy! No matter what I fucking say, no matter how many times I tell you to fucking own up to being the 'strong woman' that you say that you are, all you seem to ever manage to do is spread your legs for that asshole!"
Wendy snarled angrily, "Well lookie at you, Miss I-think-Kyle-is-perfect! For your information, I fucking defended that dick from Stan slandering the fuck out of him! How dare I be there to help someone when they're down!"
"Yeah, because nothing says 'I respect this person and will defend them' like sleeping with their ex the same fucking day they break up, Wendy!" she screamed, her fingers scratching through her messily strewn up hair in frustration. She couldn't fucking believe this. It was the same fucking fight they had every time Wendy went back to Stan, but now it had a new element in it that just set Bebe's blood on fire.
"Maybe you just don't understand because no one cares enough about you to want to come back," she drawled. Bebe's jaw dropped once more, trembling with anger. "Yeah, Clyde wants fucking nothing to do with you, Kyle's a raging fucking homo, and I very highly doubt Token will stick around with you very long either considering how many girls he was checking out at Cartman's party."
Bebe straightened up, her fingers clenching around her phone to the point where her knuckles were turning white. She stared straight at the wall and dropped into a firm, stewing tone. "Maybe I haven't had the best luck with men. But at least unlike you, I have my principles. All you fucking do is criticize others for their choices, Testaburger, but you know what you are? You're a fucking rebound and that's all you'll ever be!" she spat before hanging up the phone and throwing it onto her bed, panting in furious rage. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it, sinking her teeth into the plush fabric and shaking her head around ferociously. She was so sick of Wendy's bullshit with Stan. She'd been dealing with it for the past ten years and she was so far from giving a single bit of a shit about it anymore. But it was all that Wendy ever wanted to talk about, so she played sympathetic best friend time and again. She growled, throwing the pillow back onto the bed. "Not anymore. Never. Fucking. Again!" she sneered.
She grabbed her phone from off the bed, tossing it back and forth in her hands as she resumed her pacing. This was a predicament. She had a lot of options in which she herself could throw everything spiraling out of control. She knew well enough that Stan and Wendy wouldn't tell anyone else about what they did. Or they would and it would get back to Kyle in the absolute worst of manners. She could be the one to tell him, to let him know gently without it being a hardly sympathetic 'sucks about Wendy and Stan, Dude' blurted out to him in the halls of school. Bebe knew Kyle well enough to know that that wouldn't lead anywhere but the redhead absolutely losing his cool demeanor and probably breaking Stan's nose. "Not that he doesn't fucking deserve it," she thought bitterly.
She sighed in aggravation and shook her head as she opened up her phone, scrolling through her contacts. So much for not wanting to be that gossipy cheerleader. But this was important, someone had to tell Kyle before everything got way out of hand. She found his name and her heart lurched in pity. Poor guy was going to lose it from this news, she knew it was just in his sensitive nature. She clicked 'call' and held it up to her ear once again, brushing a strand of fallen hair from her face. This was way too much to deal with before noon on a Saturday.
"Mm-hello?" a groggy voice responded. Bebe's heart stopped and her jaw dropped in shock.
"Kenny?!" she shrieked.
"Hey, Bebe. Aw shit yeah this is Kyle's phone. He left it at my house yesterday," he chuckled. "Asshole has the same ringtone as mine. Sorry. I'll take it back to him and tell him ya called."
She paused before shouting, "Wait!"
He cleared his throat, obviously trying to get himself more awake. "What's up?"
She took a deep breath and bit her lip. "Kenny, can I ask you something?"
"Go for it, Dude."
"You and Kyle...you didn't...sleep together, did you?" she winced.
Another pause and a deep chuckle emerged, "Nah. Ky's in a bad spot right now, I'd never do that to him. Why do ya ask?"
Bebe's words caught in her throat, nothing but a soft whimper breaking out in the tension. She sniveled, "B-because...Stan..."
Obviously her lack of words rang loud and clear. She could hear him quickly moving about and the muffled sound of clothing. "That fucker slept with some whore last night, didn't he?!"
"A whore by the name of Wendy Testaburger," she growled.
Kenny shouted in frustration, muttering under his breath before finally exclaiming, "Are you fuckin' kidding me?! So not only does he break Kyle's heart, not only does he insult me for bein' around Ky and turn into a possessive dickhead, but he goes right back to Wendy so fuckin' soon?! What the fuck is his problem?! And he calls me the bad guy?!"
Bebe nodded along with his words, the anger twisting in her chest. "Kenny, we have to tell Kyle."
He stopped his angry swearing, "Are you sure? Bebe, you didn't see him yesterday. The guy's crushed enough."
"Well it's better to be crushed soon after the fact than to let him heal and reopen the wounds, right?" she shrugged.
"I...I don't know. I feel like that'd just kill him."
She 'hmphed', "Ken, he needs to know. Because the sooner he learns what a complete jackoff Marsh is, the sooner he can get over him. And you know that's what both of us want for him, to just get over that sack of shit."
Another small and awkward laugh broke through, "While I ain't denyin' that, this is...I dunno, it feels like we'd just be stickin' our fingers in the knife wounds Stan gave him."
"Wouldn't you want to know if someone did that to you?" she asked softly. "Ken, he's going to find out one way or the other. I think that he should find out from his friends, not just the gossipers in the hallways, ya know? Besides, if we don't tell him, and he finds out we know, which he would at least know that I know since it's Wendy involved, he'll hate us, too."
Ken paused before letting out a lengthy sigh. "Godfuckingdammit yer right. I hate it when yer right. Bebe, this is going to fuckin' kill him...and I can't tell him just by myself, he might think that...uh..."
"That you're making it up so he'll run to you for comfort?" she finished quietly.
He groaned a bit and Bebe could make out the clear sound of him shaking his head against the phone. "Guess you know all about how I feel about Ky, too, huh?" he snickered quietly. "God, what the fuck hasn't been passed around?"
She smiled gently, running her finger over her dresser top. "Ken, look, I know we don't talk a lot, but I think you're a really good guy for not going after Kyle when he's like this. I mean, we only dated a few months but he means a lot to me, it's nice to know that one of his friends actually gives a shit about him."
He chuckled softly, "Well, I appreciate that you appreciate me I s'pose. You and Ky both know I'm not always a jackass, it just tends to dominate the rest of my personality."
"Isn't that the truth," she snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Look, I'm gonna go to Kyle's to give his phone back...you wanna meet us somewhere for lunch where we can tell him?"
She nodded, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We'll pay for him, free food always calms the nerves," she smirked.
"Cool, I'll try to convince him t' actually go. I'll text ya later and tell ya where to meet us."
"Sounds good," she smiled. "I'll talk to you later, Ken. Try...try not to just explode the news all over him, hm?"
"I don't have the balls to do that," he admitted. "I'm just comin' along for the support and the food. Yer gonna have to be the one to really break it to him."
She nodded. "Makes sense. All right, bye, Kenny."
"See ya," he said softly before hanging up.
She put her phone down and bobbed it in her hand, licking over her lips and shaking her head. She glanced out her window at the sun beaming down through a blue sky and sighed. She hated every ounce of what she was finding herself entangled in, but she knew well enough to know that she needed to be involved. Her mind fleeted back to Wendy and she growled, thinking of her and Stan macking on each other while poor Kyle was probably doing everything in his power just to get his mind off of his heartbreak. She bit her lip and glared at a picture of herself and Wendy they'd taken a few years ago framed and sitting prettily on her desk. She walked over and slammed it face down, letting her hand linger on the frame bitterly.
Never again.
A/N: Agh I'm making way too many problems to write myself out of but I'm having fun pft.
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