New Competition (Stan x OC)

Chapter 8

  Tweek and I have been hanging out all day. Just the two of us. No Craig. No Stan. No one else.

  We were at Starks Pond, now. The pond had froze, so we decided to go ice skating. Tweek wasn't the best at it. He couldn't balance for that long and always needed to stop for a coffee break, but he was trying. He'd gotten good enough to slowly skate on the ice without falling, though he stayed towards the edge of the ice, right next to the snow to fall on.

  I, however, was pretty good at skating. I would usually have to skate over to Tweek and help him out, sometimes I'd even hold onto him and skate in circles.

  Tweek was finally getting the hang out it, but was knocked over by someone throwing a snowball at his head. He collapsed onto the ice, hitting his head and cracking the ice.

  "TWEEK!" I called out, skating over to him and kneeling down next to him. He let out a groan, then looked down at the cracked ice.

  "OH MY GOD! IT'S BREAKING! I'M GONNA DIE!" Tweek started freaking out. I grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to calm him down, but he wouldn't stop freaking out. I sighed, knowing I couldn't stop him, then grabbed his arm and tried pulling him away from the cracks. When I reached the snowy field surrounding the ice, I finally turned back to look at where the snowball that hit Tweek came from.

  Over on the other side of the pond, two figures stood against a tree, watching us. I recognized them instantly. Stan and Wendy.

  I took my guess as to which one of them had thrown snow at my best friend, but that didn't stop me from wanting to kill both of them.

  I made sure Tweek was alright, then skated over to them. I stopped in front of them, making them stare at me.

  "Which one of you thought it'd be funny to throw a snowball at Tweek?" I hissed out. Stan seemed to pale, but Wendy stepped closer to me, laughing.

  "Oh, sorry. I was aiming for you. I guess I'm a bad thrower," she shrugged. I resisted the urge to punch her and let her continue. "Stan, you can teach me to throw, right Babe?" She turned to Stan and started hugging him. You know what? Fuck being the better person.

  "Listen, Wendy, I'm used to you picking on me. And I'm okay with it. But the one thing you do not do, is hurt my best friend. So you better apologize to Tweek right now or you'll be dealing with me." I growled. Stan had seemed to back away from the situation and was now hiding behind a tree, but Wendy wasn't going anywhere.

  "You?" Wendy laughed, "yeah, right. I'm not apologising to a spaz like him," she pointed at Tweek, who was sitting in the snow, twitching and watching us. He heard her, I know he did, but he tried his best not to show it.

  "THAT'S IT!" I yelled, grabbing Wendy's arm and pulling her off the tree. She ended up falling onto the ice, the same way Tweek fell.

  I skated over to her and stomped on the ice until it cracked, then stopped myself from doing anything else. "I promised myself never to stoop to your level," I sighed, then backed away from her and skated over to Tweek.

  Tweek was still sitting and had his eyes focused on Wendy, who was calling Stan's name and trying to slide her way off the ice. It wasn't working out to well and the crack in the ice I had made was stopping her from sliding too much.

  "STAN, HELP ME! THIS BITCH JUST TRIED TO KILL ME!" she cried out. Stan slowly walked out from behind the tree and processed the situation: his girlfriend was stuck in the middle of cracked ice without skates.

  "Are you okay?" Tweek asked. I turned to face him, but he was still watching Wendy.

  "She hit you and she called you a spaz. Are you okay?" I replied. I heard Tweek take a deep breath then sigh. He finally faced me with a smile.

  "I'm used to it. Don't waste your time on her, especially not for me." Tweek said. He was twitching or freaking out. He was really calm, actually. It was weird.

  Was he right? I mean, Wendy deserved much more in my opinion.

  "Giselle!" Stan called out. My head snapped in his direction and I saw him waving me over. "Please help me."

  I rolled my eyes but got up and skated over to him.

  "I don't want help from her!" Wendy yelled.

  "Wendy, just apologize and she'll help you!" Stan yelled back, then looked back at me, "Right?"

  I sighed and nodded. Stan smiled at me, then waited for Wendy's apology.

  "Fine. I'm sorry," Wendy sighed. When she realized I wasn't moving, she got pissed off. "I SAID I'M SORRY. NOW HELP ME!"

  "Sorry for what?" I asked. Wendy turned as pale as the snow.

  "I, um," she thought for a second, "I'm sorry I hit Tweek and called him a spaz."

  "And?"

  "Giselle, just fucking-"

  "And?"

  "And I'm sorry for lying about you and calling you names and everything." She sighed in defeat.

  "Aw, thanks, Wendy." I smiled at her, making her glare at me. I skated over to her and helped her up, then dragged her over to Stan. "Later," I waved then skated over to Tweek. Tweek smiled at me and got up. 

  "We going?" He asked. I nodded and we started to head back to my house for hot chocolate and video games.