𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Chapter Four

Wendy sat alongside her friend, Bebe, as they waited for their first period class doors to open. They utilized their textbooks as seat cushions. Wendy had long dark hair with intelligent brown eyes. She was wearing a lavender colored sweater that hung loosely on her skinny frame. Her pink hat hid her eyebrows as she continued to giggle. Many could remember that she used to uphold a high sense of nobility and honor at childhood, passionate in her studies, but said cleverness and gusto had noticeably diminished throughout the years. Nowadays, her intellect remains just as brilliant; however, she's more inclined to brainlessness over cute clothing and boys. Her "best friend forever," Bebe, has always been a certain way, from childhood to adolescence. She was a bit airheaded, although many would claim she was sharper than she let on. However, one thing was certain; Bebe was manipulative, self-centered, and sometimes just downright bitchy. Although she often played the villain amongst the girls, she wasn't as heartless as she led on. Contrasting Wendy, Bebe wore provocative clothing. She had on a tight red shirt that clung to her curvy body as well as black shorts that barely covered anything. Her blonde hair was dyed frequently to shine a prettier gold color, but in consequence, left it dead and frizzy.

Wendy spoke up: "Alright, so it's settled, my partner in crime! You take on Tweek, while I take on the steely Craig!"

"Agh, no fair, you have a boyfriend, you know!"

Wendy clapped her hands together in a huff. "Geez, it's not like that! Besides, what could you possibly say to him?"

"… Maybe sway my hips and look coy?" She grinned lewdly.

"You're so slutty!" Wendy giggled. "Haha, but not even your God-given hips will help you out on him…"

"Ugh, I know, I know. Geez, to know that the cutest single guy is taken… By… Tweek." She hissed bitterly.

Wendy stuck out her tongue. "Yes, yes, like you're lacking in boyfriends…"

Bebe slapped Wendy's thigh playfully. "Ha, shut up! I'm just saying, okay? Besides, all I want right now is to hook the two up~ I mean, they're so different from each other that it's undeniably cute…"

"Yep, so what's our battle strategy?"

"Err… I don't know… I mean, what do I say? 'Go ahead and make out already, fuck-tards'?"

"… Genius." Wendy rolled her eyes as she let out a huff.

Bebe clenched her teeth and huffed back. "Fine! As if you're much better, what will you say?"

"Uh… I don't know. He always has that 'I'm going to kill you if you come in fifty yards of me' vibe, so honestly… I'm scared shitless."

"… Well, maybe I should explain to the dumb blonde about love. I mean, people are saying that Craig and Tweek still think they're friends."

"Err, friends with benefits?" Wendy murmured unsurely.

"No, and that's what doesn't make sense! Are they really just that thick about romance? That completely oblivious? I mean, it's the twenty first century!"

Wendy sighed and put a guaranteeing palm to her shoulder. "Bebe… I… I think they are."

"Oh, God." The two slumped into the walls, suddenly feeling as if they were being weighed down by tons. "Let's hope this goes well, Wendy…"

Clyde's coming back today. Craig notes. It was Friday morning and the first period was on its way to ending.

The entire week Tweek and Craig had to endure thousands of people on the school campus hooting and whistling after their kissing fiasco at the fight. Craig casually flipped them off while Tweek had one of his nervous breakdowns during class. Token merely avoided them in embarrassment after the first couple rallies. He didn't really appreciate it whenever too much attention, positive or negative, was given to him or his friends.