South Park Highschool (Book 1)

Chapter 7: You're not alone

Song: Slut like you by Pink

Wendy's P.O.V

I sat up in the middle of the night sweating. I don't know what happened...must have had a nightmare. Or maybe...

I felt guilty.

I still missed Stan, but I'll have to tell him. I have to tell somebody.

I grabbed the alarm clock from my nightstand and looked at the dim screen. 5:21. My mind decided it was too early to toss and turn trying to get back to sleep. It would just knot up my hair anyways.

I trudged to the "kitchen," which was actually just a microwave, coffee maker, and some paper plates with silverware, and lifted a mug of ready-made cold coffee. Great.

At least it's something, I thought, pouring it into a red solo cup and sipping. It didn't wake me up fully, but it had some effect. I blinked my eyes a few times before keeping them open for a while. I set the cup down and grabbed my phone.

1 missed call from Stan.

I groaned and heard a rustle come from the bed. I looked towards it and found Bebe sitting up and glaring at me.

"You woke me up." She said, still frowning.

I chuckled and smiled. "All I did was groan."

She projected the same emotions as she laid back down. "I'm a light sleeper."

"Yeah right." I replied, smirking. "Anyways, I have to talk to you."

Bebe sat back up, her blonde hair frizzed and knotted. I stood at the edge of her bed and flopped onto it.

She blinked a few times, focusing her eyes before laying them on me. "What's wrong?"

I sighed before giving her the truth. "Last night, Cartman was in the closet, as you know. But it wasn't a mistake..."

She seemed confused. "I don't understand." Then she laughed. "What, did you sleep with him?" She said, still laughing.

"Yep." I answered, keeping a perfectly straight face.

She kept cracking up until she finally realized what I had said. "W-wait...you're serious?"

Nodding slowly, I said "Yes."

Bebe sat still for a second, looking at me, then into space, then to me, and back into space again. Finally, I poked her and she started gagging.

I smacked her shoulder and told her to stop, which she did. She moved her eyes back to me.

"Wendy...I...I can't believe..." She whispered.

"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking...but it wasn't exactly sex..."

"Then what was it?!" She answered.

"Well, he just touched my-"

"Okay, okay, don't say it out loud..."

I got up and leaned on the bed. "I feel terrible now, cheating on Stan with his friend..." My eyes started to tear up.

"Cheating isn't so bad...but with that tub of lard?" Bebe said, smiling.

"Wait, what do you mean 'cheating isn't so bad?' Have you ever done it?" I asked her as she smiled wider.

Winking, she replied. "I might have cheated on Clyde once...or twice..."

I was shocked. But that didn't stop me from getting more information. "With who? His friends?"

"Nooooooo..." Bebe raised her eyebrows and smiled evilly.

"Then who?! Stop playing with me!" I responded, getting angry.

She laughed before replying. "The first one was Kyle..."

I gasped. "No way! How?"

She giggled. "He was just trying to lose his virginity, so I said I was single and..." She gestured a rolling motion towards me to express what happened afterwards.

I covered my mouth and fell back into the bed. Bebe kept giggling as I sat back up and asked who the second guy was.

She took a deep breath. "You are going to be SO jealous...but..."

"Yeah?" I said, waiting for her to answer.

"Bridon. Gueermo."

It took a second to think about it. Bridon had declared he would stay a virgin till college back in 10th grade...how did Bebe break him?

"How?" I asked my friend, who was getting a cup of coffee.

She smirked. "He didn't have a choice...I drugged him."

"What?!" I said as she nodded and sipped her coffee.

"I got them from Clyde. He's not a druggie, but he does like to party." She answered, shrugging.

"Jeez..." That was the only thing I could think of.

Bebe set down her coffee and walked to the bathroom. "I'm gonna hang out at the mall. Wanna come?" She asked, with her head sticking out of the door.

"No, I'm good." I said. She nodded.

"And can you promise to not tell anyone about what I said?"

"Of course." I said, smiling.

"Good." She answered, shutting the door.

I combed out my hair and pulled on some jeans, a white tank-top and my sneakers. Then I pulled open the door.

A shower can wait.

I need some information. And I need it now.

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