!!!super mild like idk not nsfw,,,,,but they like kiss and a top is taken off in this chapter just a warning!!!
I woke up to the annoyingly familiar sound of my alarm. I was dreading the school day ahead of me. I pulled on a sweatshirt and my blue jeans and went to brush my teeth. I headed downstairs and said good morning to my parents before putting on my coat, scarf, and hat. I had a feeling I wasn't gonna be able to keep any breakfast down and I was not ready to find out.
As I stepped outside my front door, a rush of cold air sent a shiver down my spine. I walked to the bus stop to see Kyle and Kenny already standing there.
"Hey guys." I said awkwardly.
"Hiya Stan, how you feelin'? You got crazy drunk at the party on Friday." Kenny said half jokingly, half genuinely.
"God, don't remind me." I sighed. "I was a fucking mess."
Just as I thought things couldn't get any more awkward, Cartman arrived.
"Hey Kenny, hey Kyle, Kyle's loverboy." he smirked.
"Oh fuck off Cartman." Kyle snapped.
I was already on the verge of tears. Jesus fuck, why am I so sensitive? I just said nothing and stood in silence until the bus came. I didn't speak while on the bus either, I just sat there listening to Kyle and Cartman's bickering.
I was at my locker grabbing my books for my first few classes when I saw Wendy approaching me.
"Fuck." I thought. That's all I managed to think before she started talking to me, but I never thought I'd hear the words that came out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry Stan."
"I- uh- wha-" I could barely even speak.
"I'm sorry, I mean it I promise. I was way too harsh on you yesterday, I was just angry. I love you."
I didn't know what to say.
"Meet me after school, we can go back to mine and do homework." she smiled.
I stood there as she walked off, confused. I didn't know how to feel about any of this. At least she was happy. That's all I cared about. I dragged myself to class but I wasn't able to pay attention at all.
The day went by pretty quickly, despite me having little to no memory of anything that happened. I walked over to Wendy's locker when I was finished at my own.
"Hey Stan, how was your day?" she asked.
"Okay.." I muttered absent mindedly.
We talked the whole way home about nothing in particular, we just talked. I mainly listened. Her small, soft, dainty hand gripped mine as we walked. When we got to her house we realised that her parents weren't gonna be home until late. As we stepped inside, Wendy let go of my hand to take off her hat and coat. I did the same, laying them over the end of the banister. We headed upstairs to her room and sat down on the bed. We took out our books and started on our homework, occasionally swapping notes and stopping to get a drink of water. After a couple of hours we finished up and I lay down on the bed, Wendy resting her head on my chest as we watched whatever shitty movie was on the TV.
Wendy turned over to face me, still half-laying on me and gently kissed my cheek.
"I love you Stan." she whispered.
"Mhm" I muttered incoherently.
She sat herself up and kissed me some more. The feeling of her soft lips on my skin was comforting, familiar even. I cupped her face and kissed her back as she sat on my lap, pulling off her turtleneck and allowing her hands to explore my back while making out with me. This lasted a few minutes before I loosened my grip on her cheeks and pulled myself away from her.
"It's getting late, I better go." I said before rushing downstairs and putting on my hat, scarf and coat, leaving hurriedly before we even properly said goodbye.
"What the fuck?" I thought, "Why did I do that?"
I walked home, purposely taking the long way, and tried to figure out why I reacted that way. As I walked past the old train tracks I saw none other than Kyle. Holding the hand of Nichole Daniels. I got away as fast as I could. Nichole and Kyle? As I took one last glance at them I felt an unusual twang of pain. One that could only be described as jealousy.
word count ; 731
a/n; sorry for the lack of quick updates !! i'm not doin great lately so i've been super unmotivated :')
edit ; fixed the typo 6/july/2020 i'm very lazy
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