Trial, Error, and Even More Error

I Smell Sex and Candy

Token crosses his arms as Bebe flutters away. He isn't sure what she's going to do and it makes him nervous. Most people he can read fairly well, but he feels like he's missing something important about what Bebe's doing.

Token looks back to Stan and Kyle through the window on the door, to see that they have escalated to making out in the library. Token rolls his eyes and starts on his way back to the cafeteria.

As much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't hate Stan or Kyle. They're both okay most of the time.

So, much like Token himself, he's not going to let them be outed until they want to be. It's the least he could do, as a genuinely good person.

Bebe matched back up to Wendy's locker, where she assumed Wendy would be. And she was- but there was Cartman.

Bebe slowed down on the stairs, always interested in gossip, but didn't stop.

Wendy laughed, Bebe heard, but didn't hear at what she was laughing. Bebe stopped and crouched down on the stairs.

"Listen," Wendy paused, "I have a question for you..." Wendy's tone was... weird. It almost sounded flirtatious to Bebe, but she didn't think Wendy would be flirting with Cartman.

"What?"

Bebe could hear movement, and whispering. She cocked one of her perfect eyebrows. This is weird.

"Really?" Cartman laughed, "Those two are fags. Have been forever. I thought you were a 'smart girl', Wendy."

"I'm being serious, Eric!" Wendy nearly shrieked, before taking a breath, "I'm not talking about your petty ass thoughts- I'm asking about their... relationship, if you could call it that."

"Pfft," someone steps toward the stairs and Bebe grips the rail, "How the fuck would I know? Maybe ask them? Or Kyle," Cartman laughs snidely.

"Kyle?" Wendy repeats, confused.

"Yeah," he replies, as if his thoughts are obvious, "He's a fag. He's friends with them. Ask him."

Bebe jumped up and started up the stairs again, nearly bumping into Cartman on her way up.

Cartman passed by her peaceably (with a "watch where you're going, bimbo" comment) and Bebe looked toward Wendy who was leaning against her locker, looking toward the stairs.

"There you are," Wendy said, pushing off her locker with a smile, "I thought you got lost."

Bebe giggled, "I couldn't find your book-"

"I had it apparently," she replied approaching Bebe, "I left in my locker on accident. I thought I had it with me. I'm sorry," she says grabbing Bebe's hand happily. Bebe's cheeks pinked and Wendy let go of her hand. "We should head to class now."

"Yeah," Bebe chewed her lower glossed lip lightly, "Yeah! Let's go." Bend followed after Wendy in the opposite direction of where her class was.

Bebe was a good friend, so she would walk Wendy to class.