-this december-

-chapter 7-

TW: mentions of bullying, fat shaming

November 30
Wendyl POV

ok, what the hell is going on? this weekend has been so confusing. and now today?

i need to find bebe.

i spot of group of my friends near a locker. "hey girls!" i call out to them, walking over. one of them, heidi turns around. she looks shocked when she sees me.

"oh, wendyl!" her face twists in sadness and almost anger. "how could you do that?" Red turns too, the famous Tucker "i don't give a fuck" apparent on her face.

"yea, what the hell?!" she asks. "you can't just post shit like that. you, annie, and bebe all need serious help if you think that kinda stuff is funny,"

"i- what??" this is so weird. first tolkien and now them?

"just go away, wendyl," red says.

i walk away, feeling more confused than ever. maybe bebe knows what's going on? i search for her locker and there she is. blonde hair framing her gorgeous face.

"bebe!" i wave. she looks up, waving back.

"ugh, my weekend was so weird! and now everyone is acting like i did something awful! do you know what's going on?" she groans.

"i know! i got kicked out of my coonstagram account and i can't get back in, and now all the girls are acting like i shot someone! i don't get it!" i say. she nods vigorously.

"you know," i begin, "the girls did say something about annie,"

"huh?"

"yea, i went up to red and heidi and they were all like 'oh i can't believe you would do that, you, bebe, and annie are such monsters',"

"well, we should probably talk to annie," bebe notes.

"but after class, i don't want to be late," i tell her, beginning to walk off. she waves goodbye to me and smiles. my heart begins to race a bit. dammit.

-

"will wendyl testaburger please come up to the office with their things?"

great. this is absolutely the last thing i need on my plate. i sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk out of my science classroom.

principal victoria was waiting for me in the office.

"wendyl, we need to have a serious discussion about these posts," she begins. oh great. i don't even know what the posts said!

"ma'am, i didn't make those posts," i explain, "i've been logged out of my coonstagram account since friday night and I can't get back in! someone changed my password. i don't know who made those posts or what they say, but it wasn't me,"

she pauses, thinking this over. "while i would be hesitant to believe you," she says. "you've been trustworthy in the past,"

"ma'am, could i please see the posts?" i ask. ever since tolkien mentioned the post about stan, i've become increasingly curious about what it said.

principal victoria pauses, then nods, pulling out a computer. she taps at a few things, then turns the screen towards me so I can read it.

that-bad-bitch:

Stan Marsh is a depressed, alcoholic asshole who is head over heels in love with his best friend, Kyle Broflovski.

Pathetic.

WHAT?!?!

"principal victoria, i did NOT make this posts!" i exclaim. "me and stan, we broke up on good terms! he's like a brother to me, i would never say that!"

"that's not the only thing your account has done," she says solemnly. she turns the screen back towards her for a second and then back to me. it's a comment on a post that bebe's account made. she said she got logged out too.

Bebe.-the.-best.:

Clyde Donovan is a stupid, fat dickbag. He actually thought I loved him. And @mr.swagclyde, lay off the tacos, porky. you could stand to loose some weight.

that-bad-bitch:
@Bebe.-the.-best. you're so right. clyde is even fatter than cartman lol and stupider too

"P-principal Victoria! Me and Bebe, we didn't do this! I swear!"

"wendyl, i believe you," she holds a hand out to calm me. "however, we do need to find out who is making these. i'll inform the students to report and screenshot and if these posts made and hopefully we can recover your accounts,"

i nod.

"in the meantime, you try to log back in or make a new account," she shuts the laptop and begins busying herself with miscellaneous objects around her, trying to organize. "I'll call Bebe in for a discussion like this too, later. you may go now, wendyl. have a good day,"

i stand up and step away from my chair, exiting the office.

my head is spinning.

that comment.

that post.

i need to find stan.

explain what's going on.

during lunch, i'll do it.

i hurry off to my next class as the first bell rings overhead.