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Wendy had vowed herself to never let words get to her. The very thought of it was weak and ridiculous to her. Really, she shouldn't give a damn about the things people talk about her but for some unknown reason, she was feeling extra vulnerable today. Throughout the entire afternoon, she had been overhearing girls talking about how much of an idiotic bitch she was for dumping Stan. She wasn't even sure if they intended for her to hear them but it sure felt like they did.

Things about how she believes she's too good for Stan or that she had been secretly seeing someone else behind his back reached her ears all day. It was when the bell rung to signal their lunch time did Wendy quickly head straight for the Gymnasium where she knew it would be empty during this time of day. As she entered the place, she paid no attention to how dark it was and instead closed and locked the door behind her.

And with that, uncontrollable painful tears streamed down her cheeks. She slid down to the floor and brought up her knees to her chest, hugging her legs and sobbing out all the emotions she had suppressed. It wasn't fair. Everybody was talking about all the bad possibilities as to why she dumped Stan instead of also considering what Stan did that pushed her to dump him. It really wasn't his fault though but it would have been nice if everyone considered that possibility too. Perhaps that’s what she gets for dating one of the popular guys.

It wasn't until she felt another presence nearby that she quickly looked up, alarmed. She didn't want anybody to see this side of hers but it was far too late for that now.

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"You piss me off and then ask for my notes? How's your people skills working for you?" Wendy cast him a look of disbelief, not even know why he had intended on following her out of the classroom. Hating each other guts meant avoiding each other in the hallways but it seemed like Cartman had a different definition of 'hate'. But then again, he always had a different definition for almost everything which is why he stood out too much for his own good.

"And no, I technically just talked to you near the end of the class so you had plenty of time to write down your notes." Just as she was almost near her locker, she stopped her steps and turned to look up at him, ignoring the irritation the bubbled inside her after realizing their height difference. That shouldn't even matter for she could kick his ass anytime but that didn't mean he physically looked like he always has the upperhand every time they interacted.

"Is there anything else you want from me before I tell you to leave me alone?"

“I wasn’t starring at you until you looked back at me,” Eric laughed as she glared at him. “Also, that still doesn’t explain why you looked right back at me when the class is upfront!” He grabbed his book bag and walked over to her. Looking her up at down, she was so small in Eric’s eyes and he loved that he could tower over her now, however, he knew she’d never intimidate him because she’s fucking brutal to anyone, no matter who you are. He had to deal with a few battles with Wendy, both physically and verbally, but Wendy won every time because she was that fucking good. Eric never met someone who was pretty much better then him in everything, well, Kyle was kind of like Wendy, but he knew how to destroy Kyle because he made it his life to know everything about the Jew. With Wendy, she never gave him any weakness and stood by everything she fought him for, which drives Eric crazy…but that still doesn’t make him give up and makes him want to fuck with Wendy more.

“But thanks to you, I missed copying the notes, since you wanted to distract me by trying to talk to me and shit,” He smirked down at her,”so can I see your notes?” He tried to make it seem like he wasn’t at fault at all, plus, the handwriting of their teacher sucked balls, so he’d have a better time writing it down from Wendy’s notes since her hand writing was pretty impressive. He’d never admit that to her though.

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Wendy finally smiled once her eyes met the blonde's, now convinced that she really was willing to do this for her. The raven-haired girl nodded and placed her recorder in the middle of the table between them, pressing the little red button so as to record the interview.

"All right," she gathered the paper work she prepared in her hands, her face fading into a serious tone now. "first question: what is your profession and why did you choose it?"

“That’s… comforting,” she replied.  It was nice to know she wouldn’t be affiliated with it, but even telling someone her story was daunting.  She didn’t want to be laughed at or silently judged– even the most righteous people judged.  A small sigh left her lips before she finally let her eyes lift to meet the other girl’s.  

“I’m fine.  Go ahead and ask the first question.”

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He never had a home-cooked meal for a long time? That should be understandable for Clyde's mom passed away but didn't his dad even put out the effort of learning how to cook a few decent meals? Wendy supressed the look of pity from her face because she's far sure that Clyde had gotten enough of that from the other guys in school. Instead, she walked over to the fridge and pulled it open to scan over its contents.

"Pasta is my specialty." She answered his question but reached in to pull out the chicken from the freezer. "But since this is your first homemade meal, we'll be having skillet chicken and spring vegetables. They're easy and quick to make." Wendy smiled at her companion then set out the required ingredients on the counter.

"I'll teach you how to make this so you can cook it yourself back at your place. I'm sure your dad will love it."

“Awesome!” Clyde grinned at the thought of getting free dinner out of this torture. Wendy has always been a classy girl so he was more than certain that her cooking skills would be distinctly exceptional. Didn’t she used to date Stan? Then that lucky bastard must have gotten a taste of her cooking countless times before. “And don’t worry, I’ll try to be useful as much as I can.”

He stood up and followed his companion to the kitchen, feeling a bit out of place since this was the first time he stepped into the girl’s house. Everything looked so clean and neatly arranged just as he had pictured. It made his pathetic excuse of a house look like something you’d see in Silent Hill. Ever since his mother passed away, nobody had ever really bothered to keep every nook and cranny of the house tidied up. Clyde would wash the dishes and do the laundry but that was just about it. Even his bedroom looked like a total disaster.

“Honestly? I want pizza but since I’ll be having a home-cooked meal for the first time in a long time, I wouldn’t mind anything at all. What’s your best dish?”

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Wendy really felt bad that she couldn't convince her parents that Bebe is a genuinely good person. They've been through so much after all and yet here they were, still being the best of friends. Most of the people in school even regarded them as the female version of Stan and Kyle (which she found to be slightly annoying since she didn't want the name of their relationship to rely on someone else's relationship). She liked Bebe, maybe even more than she should sometimes because the girl can offer a very comforting shoulder when needed.

Bebe was always there to pick up the pieces, especially during the times when Wendy would break up with Stan every now and then. She was there to tell her that she was doing all right or that she was being selfish. Bebe has always been a straightforward person and maybe that's why Wendy liked her so much. She doesn't sugarcoat things like most girls do when talking to her. Apparently, after all the brawls the possible valedictorian had with Cartman, nobody wanted to get to her bad side so it was hard to determine if someone was being genuinely friendly to her or not.

She joined her friend on the bench and stared at her as instructions were laid out in the air-- instructions that were so puzzling that Wendy couldn't help just stare and blink for a moment. "You sure have thought this through." She then finally chuckled, slightly bewildered but managed to get the gist of what her blonde friend was trying to say.

She nodded in an understanding manner as Bebe explained her lack of care about what her parents thought of her. But after hearing her last sentence, Wendy found herself blushing and smiling at her. 

"Thanks, Bebe. That's pretty much the same way I feel about you." Now with the pressure flying off of her shoulders and her heart still fluttering at her best friend’s words, the raven-haired girl sighed before taking another scoop of her froyo. "So it's settled then. We'll head over to Josh's," She emphasized the name while giving the blonde a teasing raise of a brow. "and hopefully, it'll be as fun as it is being advertised. It is pretty much the talk of the school lately. Who do you think will be there?"

Bebe paused once she realized what she said. It had been a habit for her to say or blurt out how she felt. No matter how good of a feeling, or bad, she always had a need to say something. If she kept things to herself for to long, it would ache. At least, that’s how she felt about it.

She just couldn’t understand, why with all of this time that has passed, she still couldn’t change her best friend’s parents view about her. Bebe could tell when someone didn’t enjoy her company, and that wasn’t something she would really experience everyday. Most folks really liked Bebe, and as hard as she tried not to get used to it, it seemed impossible for her. She remembered the first day of high school, when she realized that middle school was completely different. You need people to survive this town, if anyone hated you, anything could happen, considering the town they live in. Redeeming herself was her goal all throughout sophomore year, and she completed it. She now has more friends then what she thinks she can handle. Which to say the least, wasn’t a bad thing, but at times it can become overwhelming for her.

The blonde continued to walk with her companion, not having an exact location to stop. She mostly wanted to roam around uptown, hopefully to see something new. God knows how the town needed it. “Well, if her interrogation gets to intense, you could always have her call my dad.” Wendy’s parents might have not enjoyed Bebe’s company, but she knew her parents had a lot of trust onto her father. He was their lawyer after all. “My dad’s on a business trip anyway, it’s not like we have surveillance cameras.” She yawned, flipping her hair to the side, as she led their steps to a near bench. “This is what’s going to happen-” Bebe started while sitting down, patting the seat next to her. “I will call my dad, and text you afterwards. Then you’ll tell your mom to call my dad. Which she will, then my dad will call my mom, who by the way– also isn’t home. And my mom will call me, to remind me to feed the pets and water the plants. Oh, and to be careful and what not- y’know, mom stuff.” She giggled, “And then my mom will call my dad to confirm, while after my dad will call your mom, and your mom will let you go. And the next thing you know, we’ll be at Josh– ..I mean, Jason’s party.” Bebe crossed her legs, taking another bite of her froyo. “And those are the facts.”

Bebe would go to any lengths to help those she cares about, and Wendy just happened to be one of the first on that list. After a bit of silence passed, Wendy’s question was out in the open and bebe knew exactly how to answer it. She never liked it when Wendy was upset, even if it was a little bit. So she tried to avoid that at all possible cost. “Wendy, It’s like you don’t even know me, c’mon. Do you really think that I care about your parents liking me? I have teachers that don’t like me, and they have a bigger impact on my future than your parents. And yet, I couldn’t care less. They have nothing to use against me, so there’s no reason for me to care in the first place.” She was speaking half of the truth, but there was no doubt that she cared if someone liked her. It just felt strange for her if they didn’t enjoy her presence. She’s tried so hard to change, and she felt it was a waste if people did do their part.

“Trust me when I say, the only person I care about liking me, is you.” She couldn’t help but grin once she said those words. 

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This wasn't the first time Wendy had been blinded by desperation. When it comes to academic competitions, she was always desperate for victory. Even if it meant facing the guy she had liked then cussed at just to impress another guy she liked back when they were kids. Wendy didn't entirely regret what she said (since Gregory technically was being a jerk to Stan) but there was still a slight tinge of guilt for her behavior.

Nevertheless, that was a different story for a different time.

"My debate partner couldn't make it to the Debate Championship Finals so I really need you to take his place." She couldn't think of anyone else who could be a better candidate than Gregory. He used to gloat about his achievements back in Yardale after all.

"The argument is about whether man is good or evil and on our side, we must justify the fact that man is indeed evil. So, can you do it?" She then added a bit apprehensively, “You know, for old time’s sake?”

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The nerve of this guy! 

She couldn't even believe that after all these years, they were still being at each other's throats. Didn't he get enough from Kyle? If she didn't know any better, she could easily assume that Cartman has a thing for Stan if he enjoyed pissing off his best friend and his ex-girlfriend so much.

"I was not the one who was caught staring, Cartman. What makes you believe I was specifically looking for you? Step off your high horse every once in a while, will you?" Fighting back the urge to kick him, she quickly turned around to leave but not before giving him one last glance. "I am not going to give you the satisfaction of earning my attention so fuck off."

He smirked up at her and stretched his arms out, giving out a long yawn before answering. “Eh, nothing. I just wanted your attention so I could ease my boredom with this stupid ass class. It looked like it worked, but now the class is over and I can finally leave this hell hole.” He stands up, smiling at the short girl, “My question for you is, what made you look back anyway?”

He suddenly smirked, “Is it because you also needed a distraction from being a nerd? Were you in need to look at my handsome face? I mean, I’m all the way in the back, while you’re waaay in the front. It’s kind of suspicious, Wendy.”

God, he loved fucking with her.

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As soon as the waiter finally left them alone, Wendy beamed at the girl seated across from her. But after seeing how awkward she looked, her smile faltered a bit in concern. Maybe Mercedes didn't want to do this. Maybe she was scared of what else people would think of her once Wendy reported her paper.

"Are you all right?" She decided to ask just to be sure. "If it makes you feel any better, I won't be mentioning your name on my paper."

She paused at the words, hesitantly closing her back and sitting awkwardly still for a moment.  “I’ll just have a small vanilla milkshake,” she stated then looked to the table as if it were the most interesting thing she’d ever saw.  Mercedes wasn’t sure how they were supposed to start, so she opted to let the ravenette take the lead– it was her project, after all.  Besides, she couldn’t really answer any questions until they were given, right?  

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Wendy scowled at him, now pissed for letting him waste her time. As quickly as she could so as not to be found out, she flipped her classmate off before looking back up ahead to their teacher. What the hell was his problem? She hadn't even said a damn word in class and yet he still wanted to piss her off just for his own satisfaction. As though on cue, the bell finally rang and Wendy wasted no time in shoving her things in her bag then walking up over to Cartman's desk.

"What the hell did I do this time, Eric Cartman?"

‘Shit-’  He dropped his pen in surprise.

He didn’t expect her to look back and it caught him off guard. This is what he wanted, but it was a little weird, since Wendy was actually looking at him in reality now. He then frowned and childishly stuck his tongue out before mouthing back, “Nerd.” He smirked to himself hoping it would make her mad, but even he knew it was lame. He was bored and doing anything else would catch the teachers attention, and he really did not feel like being bitched out today by the fucking big-headed, rusty, so called teacher who’s breath smelled like ass.

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She could seriously feel a pair of eyes focusing on her for a quite a long time now but then she still refused to look up from her notebook, not sure who she will catch staring at her. She never liked being the center of attention unless she was in the midst of a speech or a debate. Being provided attention just makes her uneasy and somewhat self-conscious. After a few more minutes though, her curiosity got the better of her.

She looked back over her shoulder as subtly as she could, her eyes scanning her classmates until she caught Eric looking back at her. Instinctively, she frowned. What does he want now? "What?" She mouthed, making sure not to make a sound and catch their teacher's attention.

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Fucking Wendy. Her raven hair pissed him off. So long and full..

‘Pff,  who the hell does she think she is’ Eric muttered to himself, twirling his pen in between his long, chubby fingers. The classroom was silent, taking notes on the subject the teacher had all splattered on the chalkboard, and Wendy was the main one focused on making sure she had everything, that’s what he concluded by her centralized face. He stared at her more, getting pissed off even more because he knew she wasn’t going to look back at him. Why does he want her to look at him? Who knows. All he knew was that this girl was making him mad for some reason and he wanted to fuck with her so badly. 

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Wendy then set out all the necessary materials on the table the second they finally took their seats, making sure to leave enough space for the waiter to leave their menus on. However, just as she looked at Mercedes to see that she was looking for what the school president could assume was her wallet, she waved her hand in pursuit of getting her attention.

"This will be my treat, Mercedes. Don't worry about it. Just get whatever you want~" She then smiled at the waiter before telling him that she'll have her usual then going back to arranging her things neatly on the table.

She gulped.  No pressure, right.  Would Wendy– the biggest feminist and equality activist in South Park– actually put her grade before Mercedes’s comfort?  The teen hoped not.  She was already expecting the worst from this and had begun to regret her decision to help out.  All she knew was that she very much hoped that her job would not be interrogated too much and that the questions would at least be presented in a respectful manner.

When they finally reached the diner, the fairer of the two took a seat, tugging at her purse nervously and looking through it for her wallet in order to purchase the beverage of choice.

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"That's great! Let's go then!" After taking the questions from her classmate, the two ladies then set off for the nearest diner with Wendy having more eager steps compared to Mercedes. She didn't think the blonde would allow her to set this interview with her granted that Mercedes has always been an introvert but she's still thankful nonetheless. At the question, Wendy hummed thoughtfully. "Well, the questions will just start off very simple. But they can be very personal as they progress. If you're not comfortable with one or two questions, then you don't have to answer them. But you know... my grade is really depending on you with this one but, don't worry; totally no pressure at all!"

“I work at seven, but I’m free now,” she replied, shifting uncomfortably before following the other..  “Uhm.. So what are some of the questions?” the girl inquired, wanting to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.  She hoped it wouldn’t be anything too invasive, but she expected the worse.  Just thinking about discussing her personal life made her shudder– she was always looked down upon for the choices she made and having it on paper and probably read infront of a class made her nervous.

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Wendy couldn't help the smile that brightened her face at how Bebe wouldn't stay at the party if she wasn't going, feeling really flattered by it. She didn't know why people often wondered how they get along when they're the exact opposite of each other. If anything, they have a lot of similarities. They're both smart, outgoing, and not to brag, but constantly regarded as two of the prettiest girls in school-- or maybe that was just their popularity talking. Nevertheless, Wendy believed that their friendship shouldn't be much of a puzzle to most people. The only thing that differed her from her blonde friend was that she once she gets seriously stressed out with her studies, she could never know how to unwind. But that's why Bebe is always there to help her out.

Her smile then faltered awkwardly when Bebe had felt the need to insinuate the fact that her parents were all perfectly okay with her other friends with her best friend being an unfortunate exception. Wendy had stood up for Bebe countless times but her words never seemed to get through her parents' heads.

Sure, their friendship before was on and off but they were kids back then. They didn't know any better.

"I can do that." She nodded anyway, scooping up a small amount of her froyo into her spoon before digging it between her lips. "I mean, I can try, at least. But Mom can be very interrogating afterwards." Silence soon followed her words as she hesitantly swirled her spoon within her snack. "Bebe, you're not still bothered by my parents, are you...?"

Bebe pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, as she listened to Wendy. One bite of her froyo, a ring of a register, and she’s done. “Jason? ..I swear his name was Josh.” She mumbled to herself. “Hm, I guess he’s bored. It’s just an excuse to get drunk and do stupid things they’ll regret later. No one really cares if it’s close to graduation. Except us, and maybe Kyle, with his technical self.” She scrunched her nose along her snarky remark.

“Depends on how I feel. I’ve been pretty tried out with finals and all.” She responded. Bebe has always been someone for a party, but she knew her limits. Having so much to juggle, and making it look easy along the way, is something Stevens and Testaburger were experts at. It was a busy year for both of them, but a boring one at that. She felt the town was getting to comfortable with the way things were flowing. The drama that everyone was so used to, wasn’t as frequent as usual. And it’s not something that Bebe misses, it’s just something that makes the town a bit easier to live in. But the boredom was true, and the citizens were tired of it. Anything anyone does at this point, will be the talk of South Park. So her steps were careful.

“I might make an appearance, to see who’s there, and if they’re having fun. But I doubt I’ll stay if you’re not coming with me.” Bebe smiled raping an arm around her best friend. “..Which, I think you should!” She nudged the brunette playfully as they exited the buliding. “Before you start! I know how your parents are, but we’ve played this game before. Just tell them.. that… I’m having a slumber party! And all of our friends will be there. Y’know Lola, Hedi, Annie–” She implied, “All of your girlfriends your parents actually like.” 

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"Thanks! I really appreciate it!" Wendy was totally blinded by her own determination to get this paper done that she didn't even get to notice her fellow classmate's discomfort in the topic. "Let's go get milkshakes while I ask you these questions. I'll have to record all your answers since I don't want to trouble you with writing them down. That is a long list of questions after all. Are you free right now?"

“I… I suppose–” she blinked at the list of different ways women were looked down for, frowning softly.  She was familiar with many of them and shifted uncomfortably at the mention of them.  “I… I guess I can answer some questions, yes,” she repeated, biting her bottom lip shyly.  She wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with revealing her personal life depending on if this was what the girl was looking for, but she felt as if she had a need to aid Wendy in her paper seeing as she was an obvious example.

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Wendy sighed and closed her book. Clyde asking for a break while they were nowhere near close to finishing their work was inevitable. And she supposed that he was right. Her parents sent her a text message that they'll be home late and suggested for her to cook her own dinner for now. As a good host, she should probably offer Clyde to eat here too. She had been frying his brain with all these equations after all.

"I'll cook dinner, I suppose." She finally stood up from the carpet and dusted her skirt whilst looking down at her brown-haired companion. "My parents won't be home until nine. And since we're not done with our work yet, I guess you have no choice but to eat dinner here. Now as the gentleman that you are, I expect you to help me out around the kitchen."

She reached down the coffee table to fix her scattered things first before motioning for Clyde to follow her to the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for?"

“No, I’m listening.” Clyde was never fond of lying to anyone but today will just have to be an exception. He knew very well that he should be taking this class more seriously but he just couldn’t find that much needed determination to get him going. He procrastinates a lot; not exactly a habit he should be proud of and yet he had never bothered to improve from it. There were times that he did made an attempt but he normally ends up forgetting about it. Unintentionally.

“Wends, can we just take a five minute break?” He decided to ask without even the bother of flipping the pages of his book to what was proposed. “We’ve been going at it for two hours straight now. I’m surprised you’re not even tired.” In the midst of their work, Clyde did try to listen but he kept zoning in and out.

Wendy’s a terrific teacher though, if she was teaching something less boring. “Aren’t you hungry? It’s getting dark out and your parents still aren’t even here. What are you going to do about dinner?”

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"You can actually~"

In an eager flow, Wendy pulled out a copy of the questions that she intended to ask the waitress regarding the concept of slut-shaming from her folder and handed it to the blonde. "Will it be okay if you answer these for me? I'm working on a paper in regards to how people treat women just because of the way they dressed, how many people they've slept with or what profession they took up. I just think that it's ridiculous that women get looked down on constantly for such situations while men get to do whatever they want. For instance, a girl who sleeps around is seen as a 'flirty slut' while a guy who sleeps around is called a 'charming player'. It's misogynistic and I want to get my point across in class."

There she went again, babbling all those words without even taking a breath but that's just how she is. When talking about something she's so passionate about, she could never get herself to shut up even if she wanted to.

It must’ve been her lucky day seeing as everyone decided that today was the perfect day to approach her out of the blue.  Her eyes lifted from the contents of her locker to gaze questioningly at the other girl.  “Uhm….yes,” she replied to the question, knowing right off who the other was.  Of course, Mercedes was unfamiliar with the majority of her classmates, but she had seen Wendy countless times giving amazing presentations and different announcements during assemblies.  It was kind of hard to miss her.

“Can I… help you?” she finally questioned, wondering what Wendy could want with her.  They didn’t run in the same circle, nor did they ever exchange more than the occasional glance, so why all of a sudden was this girl sparking up a conversation with her?

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"Unbelievable." Wendy could already feel that familiar pain shooting up between her brows as she stuffed her bag with the necessary books she'll be needing at home. The Debate Championship Finals will be held in three days and yet, her debate partner had just conveniently decided to get into some sort of freak accident and had called that he won't be able to make it for he had been confined in the hospital. Preposterous! She wouldn't have let a missing leg get in the way of her competition!

Now how was she supposed to take part of the finals when she didn't have a partner? The principal's words were very direct after all. Either she finds a partner, or don't bother showing up at the finals at all. Rules are rules. With another frustrated huff, Wendy shut her locker and swung her bag over her shoulder... at least that's what she intended to do but then she felt her bag bump someone from behind.

Quickly, she turned to apologize only to find herself face-to-face with a familiar figure. There, standing in front of her like he's just the perfect solution to her problem was Gregory Barnett. She knew she could easily ask Kyle but the envious side of her refused to let her do so.

"Gregory!" She acknowledged, her words laced with so much relief. "I need your help with something, if you don't mind?"