𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 » goodbye good girl

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Wow sorry it's been a long time since I've updated !

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ONE LAST KISS I planted on Cartman's lips before I had to leave his house, made me only want to stay longer.

He smiled down at me from the doorframe of his front door, his lips slightly pulling into a smirk.
"Do you really have to go?" He asked, a brow slightly perked up.

I thought I might melt if I had to look at him any longer in the way his features posed.

"I'm sorry. But cheerleading practice times are really strict. Bebe will hound me for the rest of the week, and I won't be able to live it down." I rolled my eyes with a soft smile.

Our hands were tangled up together, and he casually rocked them back and forth in a playful manner.
"Ugh, fine. But you better call me when you get there. And get home." He warned, that look of fake sternness on his face made me snicker up at him.

"Of course. Love you." I slipped my hands from his grasp and made my way down the driveway.

I was waiting for three words back . .

"Love you too." He huffed.

I smile.

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"Okay girls! Good job today!" Wendy shouts with a grin.

All the girls and I all pant softy, walking back to our belongings.

Wendy runs up to me, and taps on my shoulder. "Hey! You did really great! I heard all the girls saying how good you are."

I smile, looking down awkwardly at my jacket. "Thank you," my eyes make their way back up to her.

"They all really like you, too. I'm glad everyone can get along." Wendy giggles. Her expression then changes, as if she forgot to tell me something.
"Oh yeah! Guess what," she walks beside me as we trudge our tired feet to the front doors.

"What?" I ask, slipping into my coat.

"Julie tried asking to come on the team," a snort escapes her lips.

My eyes widen, and I stop as we approach the doors. "Are you serious?" Attitude coats my voice, but I don't care who hears it.
She nods, rolling her eyes at the thought. We push through the doors, and make it to her car. "I told her no. We don't need anybody else here."

I shake my head softly, getting into the passengers seat of her car. "She's so fucking annoying."
She nods, shutting her door as she hops inside the car with me. "I know."

She lets her hair down, and runs her fingers through to scalp. I want to do the same, but I'm way too exhausted to even move after tonight.

"So, how's you and your man doing?" She glances over at me, a soft smirk on her lips.

I find myself smiling, even through everything we've been through. "We're doing really good. It feels like we're back to normal, just, you know, with more sexual tension." A soft laugh escapes my mouth.

"I'm glad it all worked out for you!" She nudges my arm, and starts up the car. "I really wish Stan and I could talk more, but I've taken the hint. I know it's not going to happen." She sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

I make a lopsided smile at her, and nod. "I'm sorry, girl." I watch her expressions change, "it just wasn't meant to be. There'll be somebody else out there for you! I promise." My lips curl into a soft smile.

She keeps her eyes on the road and nods. "Thanks, I really hope so."

"You never know," I add, glancing out the window, "Maybe it'll work out when the two of you are older." My shoulders shrug.

"Yeah, maybe." She sighs at the road.

Wendy drives me home, and I can't wait to get changed. The thought of changing into a comfy sweatsuit and going over to Cartman's house made me so happy.

I run up to my room, and quickly strip out of my skimpy uniform.
My phone buzzes, and I smirk down at the screen.

From: Cartman

'You home yet?'

I reply, and get a pair of dark grey sweatpants on. My closet has bunches of my favorite colored shirts hanging up. I choose a baggy
(f/c) one, and pull it on. My hair is still up in a high ponytail from cheerleading, but I don't really care.

As I race downstairs, I spot my boots next to the door. I slip them on, and say goodbye to Mark who's half asleep on the couch. He's been binge watching some new Netflix series for the past three hours now.

I have to remind myself to check it out— it must be good if he can stop everything he's doing to watch it for that long.

Trudging through the thick snow, I make my way up to Cartman's house, and I push open the door.
Shaking off my boots, I place them on the shoe mat next to liane's shoes.

"Hello?" Liane calls out from the kitchen. Her head peeks around the corner, checking to see who I was.

"It's just me," I pant softly, brushing the snow off my pants. I really couldn't get over here fast enough.

"Oh, hi sweetie. Eric's upstairs waiting for you." She winks.
My brow twitches, and I smile awkwardly. "Oh, okay— thanks."

I race up the stairs, and my eyes stare at his door with little hesitation. I knock, and wait for his response.

"Come in?"

I open the door and smile.
Eric's laying on his bed, phone in hand. The tv was playing as a white noise in the background of whatever world he was in.

"Hi," I shut the door behind me.

The brunette puts his phone down, and gives me a smile. "Hey."
I crawl up to the bed, and sit down next to him.

"How did practice go?" He asks, letting me lean into his shoulder. My head rests on the crook of his shoulder, and I sigh softly.
"It was good. I kept getting compliments." I smirk up at him.

I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his.
"That's my girl." He chuckles softly.