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As I'm writing the chapter I'm writing some stuff that are pretty mature themes, living up to how the show is. I just want to give you a heads up that you're reading a South Park story with cussing and not kid-friendly stuff lol. Ok proceed.

"I don't get it at all! I really don't!" Bebe Stevens shouted as she opened her locker and stared at her reflection from the mirror that's placed inside. She touched her blonde frizzy hair and then cupped her own cheeks. She then sadly frowned at herself. Her eyes wandering over to her best friend who was in the process of putting books away into her locker and getting different ones out to put inside her backpack. She sighed. "I guess you're right, Wendy. I try to get guys who'll appreciate my brains and my personality but that doesn't work. And so then I try using my looks and body by seducing them like the girls suggested and that didn't work either. I should've listened to your words about how guys aren't worth shit." She put a few textbooks back and slammed her locker shut. "I'll never get a boyfriend at this rate!"

Wendy Testaburger stared at her with sympathy in her eyes. Being single isn't that bad right? She then erased the thought. Who am I kidding being single sucks. "Maybe the reason you don't have a boyfriend right now is because you're chasing after the wrong guys." Bebe took a quick glance at her to hear what she had to say. "I mean you even tried hitting on ones that obviously don't swing that way."

Stevens mouth dropped. "What?! No I have not!" She crossed her arms like a child stubbornly. "Give me names to prove it then."

Wendy giggled. Her legs began to move towards their second period class. They had 6 minutes until the bell would ring. And so Bebe followed. "Well for starters, there's Craig. You told me you would flirt with him at the coffee shop before going."

The blonde covered her mouth in disbelief. Not at the part where she openly said such a thing to a classroom of many kids. Thought it wouldn't matter because they were busy with their own gossip. It was something else. She then shook her head vigorously. "Craig is not...!" She was now aware of how loud her voice got so she lowered her voice down for only her and Wendy to hear. "He isn't gay!" She shouted in a quiet manner.

The black haired teen turned around just so she can see if Bebe is being sarcastic or not. "You're kidding right?" And just like she expected, her tilt of head gave it away and she was very serious. "Well I mean now that I think about it Craig isn't homosexual." She could hear a 'Told you so' escaping Bebe's lips. Now that she actually thought about it more, he wasn't particularly gay to begin with. But then Tweek popped up in her mind. "He might not be homosexual, but he is Tweekasexual." When saying that, they finally reached their classroom and stepped in. Wendy sat in her usual seat in the front and her best friend just right beside her.

Stevens raised an eyebrow, still staring at her in a skeptical manner. Wendy is known to be one of the most intelligent students at this high school. She isn't known to say something so stupid. So why the hell did she say that? "Uh what the hell is a 'Tweekasexual'?"

Testaburger didn't reply for a moment because she was busy taking out all items that are needed from her backpack before the teacher walked in. After getting everything out, she turned her head to the left and looked at her as if she was the one who said something dumb. "It's literally in the name Bebe." She smacked her hands together and sighed. "Basically a Tweekasexual is someone who's attracted to Tweek. Like how a homosexual is attracted to guys."

The frizzy haired blonde squinted her eyes as she also took out some of her supplies as well. "So what you're saying is," Her eyes shifted to different areas of the side of the classroom as if the answer was there. "That Craig is attracted to Tweek but he's not gay?" Holy shit Bebe couldn't believe what Wendy just came up with. This was beyond stupidity. What happened to her best friend? "It doesn't even make sense."

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