The school day dragged on at a glacial pace. Wendy was grateful when first period finally dismissed, as Stan wouldn't be in her next class.
"I love him," She thought to herself, "But I'd just rather be alone right now." Most would say that Wendy had changed considerably since back in elementary school, but she never really saw it that way. She stood at a pretty average height for eighteen, and her form had filled out reasonably well. Some boys had called her "hot" and "curvy", but she found the comments to be crude more than flattering. She still wore a pink hat on her head, though it was now used more to conceal her hair which she seemed to struggle with taming. When the bell rang, she quickly exited class after mouthing a brief goodbye to Stan, who responded with a light peck on her cheek.
As she walked down the hallway to Math class, a blonde girl in a very tight outfit approached her.
"Hey Wends!" The cheerful girl exclaimed.
"You are way too pleasant for a Monday morning, Bebe." Wendy replied. Bebe's brow furrowed.
"You look like someone pissed in your apple juice."
"First off: gross," Wendy answered, a disgusted look forming on her face, "Second off: you know exactly why I'm in a shitty mood today." Bebe tilted her head slightly.
"Hmm…are you still upset about the sleepover on Saturday? Come on Wends, that wasn't a big deal." Wendy lowered her head.
"It felt like a nightmare at the time," She whispered softly, "I'd like to skin that Heidi for what she did." Bebe gave her a troubled glance.
"…Those kinds of comments are probably why we don't have sleepovers very often anymore."
Wendy and Bebe parted ways as she stepped inside of her math class. She barely knew anyone in the class and didn't care to change that. The one exception was Heidi, who she now hated with a burning passion. Wendy hadn't resolved to discuss this problem with her boyfriend, or with anyone else for that matter. In truth, she partially blamed herself for being dumb enough to invite a person like Heidi to her house for a sleepover in the first place. Heidi had adopted many strategies from Eric Cartman's playbook during the several times they dated, and she made masterful use of them.
The whole sleepover had been continuous humiliation, most of it at Wendy's expense. Wendy had grinned and bared it for much of the evening, but it came to a breaking point late into the night. The group of girls had been drinking, several of them falling asleep, including Wendy herself. Heidi had decided to use this time to snoop through Wendy's room, hoping to find something to mock her with. After extensive searching, Heidi had chanced upon a small silver key. She scanned the room with nefarious intent, her face breaking into a vile grin. Heidi slinked her way over to a rather compact silver safe on Wendy's desk. Heidi took great joy in slowly unlocking the safe containing Wendy's treasured effects.
The contents within were strange, to say the least. The safe held a torn fragment of a flag, a small card with an unknown phone number scribbled on it, and a tiny dolphin plush. The items in the back proved more interesting, however. There was an empty pistol that appeared to have seen serious use, and two books stacked in a neat pile. The top book was a copy of "Paradise Lost", which had been read extensively, and beneath it sat the book that Heidi had desperately been searching for: The Diary of Wendy Testaburger.
Heidi took great pleasure in rousing the girls at the sleepover awake as she began to read the tome aloud. Wendy awoke in a blistering rage as several of her secrets were exposed to the onlooking audience.
"And…" Heidi uttered, "Did you girls know that Wendy is secretly r-" *WHAM*! Wendy beelined a fist directly into Heidi's gut, dropping the girl like a stack of bricks.
"Here's one secret I don't care to tell," Wendy loudly proclaimed, "I hate bitches like you." Cursing under her breath, Heidi shakily rose to her feet.
"Everyone at school will hate you by the time I'm done!" She snarled, quickly dashing out of the house. This was dire, but Wendy took solace in the fact that most of the girls were thoroughly hammered and likely wouldn't remember anything.
Wendy sat quietly in math class, casting nervous glances at Heidi from time to time. Heidi didn't appear to acknowledge her at all, which lent the girl a sense of cautious optimism.
"Ms. Turner," Called the teacher, Mr. Garrison, to Heidi, "Please come to the front of the class and solve this equation." Mr. Garrison had been one of the constants throughout Wendy's school career, seeming to move up grades alongside her class every year. His age had dulled his edge a bit, though, which allowed Heidi to seize upon an opportune moment.
"Class…" Heidi spoke, in an outwardly sweet manner, "I would just like you all to know that Wendy Testaburger has Gonorrhea."
The class fell into a dead silence. Wendy erupted from within: rage, confusion and fear all swirling together into a toxic, sickening concoction. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes as she quickly sprang to her feet and escaped the room. The class then burst into a raucous clamor with Heidi laughing wickedly.
"Quiet, you little bastards!" Mr. Garrison roared, a spark of his old fervor returning. Wendy rushed into the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to shut out the world around her. Heidi was partially correct, Wendy had suffered from Gonorrhea, but the condition had cleared up last week. Wendy also knew that Stan had given it to her, but she wouldn't dare tell anyone. As she sat on the toilet, the grim reality of her situation began to set in. Even though she knew she was no longer infected, the news was now out there. Wendy anticipated countless nasty rumors springing forth from Heidi's outburst.
Wendy stayed in the bathroom for quite some time, sobbing uncontrollably. She then timidly stood up and washed her hands, catching a glimpse out the window of the snow, which was now pouring down. Deep within she harbored a powerful desire to open the window, climb out into the cold and let herself freeze. Somehow, she managed to resist this urge, sullenly slipping into the hallway. As she stepped out from the bathroom, a familiar voice spoke to her.
"Sup bitch," Said the voice, as Wendy turned her head to reveal none other than Eric Cartman.
"The only bitch I see is the creep standing outside the girl's bathroom!" Wendy shot back.
"Whoa!" Cartman shouted, raising his hands in an exaggerated manor, "Where was that fire during History class?"
"Shouldn't you be in class anyway?" Wendy questioned, "You aren't supposed to be out wandering the halls, fatass." Cartman feigned an expression of hurt on his face, then motioned toward the clock down the hall behind her. It was already time for third period.
Wendy hastily turned from Cartman to make her way to third period, but she couldn't help but notice that there appeared to be a slight sadness in his expression as she walked away. "I don't understand him at all," She thought to herself. Even during the short time between second and third period, rumors had already begun to circulate about Wendy being some kind of vessel for all manner of STD's. When she sat down in her English class, she could hear faint whispers behind her and caught several glimpses of prying eyes.
The day churned on at a brutally slow pace, lunch proving to be incredibly awkward. Wendy had taken to sitting with Stan during lunch and so also shared the table with Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. Bebe would also frequently join them, but not today, which cut Wendy deeply. The group sat at their table in a suffocating quiet for quite some time, Wendy fully aware of Kyle's repeated subtle glances. Cartman and Kenny appeared to be off in their own world, Wendy noting the frequent exchange of whispers under their breath.
"Look," Wendy said curtly, "I know what you're all thinking, and its dead wrong." Stan looked up nervously.
"W-we weren't thinking anything," He said, with a slight tremble in his voice.
"I'm not some disease-ridden whore!" She growled, visibly upset, "That bitch Heidi would say anything she could to hurt me!" Genuine anger began to form across Wendy's face.
"Don't worry Wendy," Kyle replied, "None of us believe those stupid rumors." This gave Wendy some semblance of reassurance, and the table gradually returned to uneasy chatter. Kenny, as usual, careened the conversation into talks of some card game tournament he was entering, which caused Wendy to quickly tune out. However, she briefly noticed Cartman peering over at her, an inscrutable look on his face.
The rest of the day passed in relative peace, though Wendy still received frequent looks and gross comments from other students as she walked from class to class. She tossed around ideas in her head of how to exact revenge on Heidi, the most prominent being simply beating the shit out of her. This wouldn't do, however, as she hated the idea of getting suspended over someone like her. She thought of waiting for her after school, but ultimately determined that she wanted Heidi's punishment to be as public as possible. The last bell finally rang and Wendy stepped out into the school parking lot, breathing a deep sigh of relief. The snow had been falling all day, and the temperature must have dipped below zero by now. She briefly met with Stan before leaving, embracing him and sharing a soft kiss.
Wendy usually liked to listen to music on her drive home, but she rode in silence this evening instead. Her mind was awash with countless swirling thoughts, and the exhaustion of it all was visible on her face. Most of her thoughts drifted towards Heidi, and her careful contemplation of the girl's destruction. Something else had been on her mind, though. Her and Stan had seemed to be growing farther and farther apart, and she no longer felt the same passion when they kissed that she had before. She had been quite angry when she discovered that Stan had given her the clap, but had forgiven him after a while, determining this not to be the reason for their relationship's decline. Strangely, she found her mind circling back to the perplexing look that Cartman had given her during lunch.
"What did it mean?" She pondered to herself, "Whatever, I'll destroy Heidi first and figure that shit out later."