South Park Highschool (Book 1)

Chapter 5: Big, fat, MISTAKE.

Wendy's P.O.V

I glared at Craig and got up as I heard a knock on the door. I answered it, and groaned as a huge hand shoved me.

"Move outta mah way Wendeh!" Yelled Eric Cartman. I face-palmed and looked at Bebe, who cast an angry look at Clyde. He chuckled nervously, which was returned with a "Who invited HIM?!" From his girlfriend.

He smiled to try and hide his nervousness. "I-I did..."

Cartman laughed. "What, you think I'm gonna steal your girlfriend lesbo bitch?" Bebe mouthed the words "fuck you," but he didn't notice. His next stop was, of course, the kitchen, to grab some nachos. God damn him.

There was another tap on the door, and a boy with short blonde hair peeked his head inside.

"Hey, fellas?"

Bebe stared in silence for a minute. Then she looked back at Clyde and made a fist. He backed away, and she took a deep breath.

I forced a smile and said, "Hiiiiiiii Butters...." And glanced over at Bebe for help. She smiled as well and let him in. He sat in a chair next to Cartman, who was still scarfing down the nachos.

He hesitantly took a chip and nibbled on it as the rest of the guests showed up, all except one.

"Where's Kyle?" Asked Clyde, taking a sip out of his red cup.

"He said he's sick," Bebe replied, "Probably just an excuse to avoid a hangover."

Cartman snickered from the kitchen. "What did you expect? Jews are always wussing out." Butters nodded in nervousness.

I sighed and flopped onto the couch. There was a talk show playing on the television, and the hostess was interviewing a young boy, around my age, biting his fingernails and looking worried. He ran his other hand through his curly blonde hair as the woman leaned back in the chair.

"So, when did you find out about your true sexuality?" She said, reading from her cue card.

The boy took a deep breath. "It's a long story...but it started when I developed a crush on my friend. I was just...confused."

Cartman laughed. "Gay!"

I shot him a dirty look and changed the channel. When I couldn't find anything, I handed the remote to Craig, who changed it to a wrestling tournament.

All the guys cheered. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Cartman came up to me and looked around.

"Where's Stan?" He asked, biting into a chip.

"He's visiting his parents."

"Without you? I figured he would've begged you to go." He said, digging into the nachos bag for more.

"Well...it's a family thing..." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "Why do you care?"

"Uh...I don't.." He turned around, but then turned back quickly. "See ya later, ho!"

I gritted my teeth as he settled in my spot on the couch, Butters sitting next to him on the floor.

Bebe rushed up to me and quickly grabbed the nachos bag. "We need to put it back before 'Jabba the Slut' gets it again." She whispered, pointing to Cartman. I giggled as she rolled it up, putting a bag clip on the top.

The party wasn't very lively anymore, and I decided to head back to my room early. It was only 9:30. Oh well.

I said my goodbyes to everyone and headed out. The air was freezing outside, even though it was only March. I was about halfway up the stairs leading to the girl's dorm when HE showed up.

Cartman grabbed my shoulder, panting, and hugged me. I stepped away from his sweaty body quickly.

He smiled. "Wendeh...I have...to tell you..."

I crossed my arms. "What?"

"Well, the reason I asked why Stan wasn't there is because I wanted to make sure I could tell you in private."

I raised an eyebrow. "Tell me wh-"

"I love you Wendeh Teesteburger."

Holy shit.

-------------------------------

A/N I hate to be annoying, but did you catch my reference to a character? I'll be adding in a lot of one-shot characters in the series. Some will be named, and others...guessed. All I can say for that certain boy is that he might show up in the next book as a reference again. -Em ;P