12 parts Complete MatureIt was a sticky sort of situation she'd continuously find herself in. She blamed it on the adrenaline. At times, it tasted sweet like candy but mostly sour, like acid. The excitement never failed.
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"Stop stressing out, bitch." A rough voice whispered in her ear. "No one will find us here; the music's too loud for anyone to hear." He bit on her lip, and she kissed him hard in response. He was right, after all. No one had noticed their absence, and given the time, everyone was either too drunk or in the same state as they were in, hiding away in the nearest closet, sucking at each other's faces senselessly.
She promised it was the last time she, Wendy Testaburger, fell for the antics of the world's first-class narcissist, Eric Cartman.
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