"Clyde and Craig H-clapped Bebe."

"What?" Stan Marsh almost dropped Wendy's books she made him carry.

"Shhhh, not so loud, Stan!" Wendy Testaburger hissed while looking around, making sure the coast was clear to talk again about her social update.

"When did this happen?" Stan inwardly rolled his eyes. He hardly cared who Bebe was letting bang her, but not more than 24 hours ago did Kyle Broflosky, his Super Best Friend, send him a text saying him and Bebe were going out. Stan knew the two had been talking on and off for weeks now and since Wendy is just now telling him, Stan knows this had to be recent.

"Recently." Wendy smiled as Red passed the pair and waved. Stan couldn't help but notice after the pair left Red's peripherals Wendy rolled her eyes, outwardly.

"Like how recent. Wendy you know about her and Kyle," Stan shifted the load of books to fish his phone out of his front pocket to text Kyle.

Wendy's hand intercepted Stan's before he could plunge his fingers down his pocket. "Stan, this is a secret. A huge secret." Stan face contorted, showing Wendy exactly how he felt.

Stan hated secrets. He hated the word secret. When Stan was younger, secrets were a breeze. That was mostly because when Stan was little, there were no secrets. Even the girls weren't afraid to tell off each other at the expense of nice shoes.

"Okay, it happened this past weekend, at Token's." Wendy tried to ease her boyfriend's apparent disgust. "Bebe told me to tell no one, but I just couldn't hold it in. It's really true! My best friend is a slut, isn't she Stan!" Wendy stopped at the door of her class, smiling to a few girls walking in making the 'awww' face at the couple before jutting out her lips for Stan's connect.

"You know I hate secrets, Wendy."

"Ugh," Wendy quickly planted a kiss on Stan's angry lips, "Listen, I'm sorry. I know you have more secrets than you know what to do with blah blah, I'll never tell you anything again Stan!" With that, Wendy stormed into her classroom.

"Just don't tell me things I can't tell anyone else." Stan's anger was boiling over. As the bell started to ring, Stan began walking towards his own class.

Stan couldn't help but think back to the first time he realized he hated secrets.

"Don't tell Kyle, but I hate staying the night at his house."

"What did you say, Cartman?" Stan couldn't believe Eric Cartman, fatass and bigmouth, actually had something he wanted to hide.

"Yea, I mean, you all know I hate Kyle, but we've always just known that's us…" Stan watched as Cartman pulled into his driveway. The two plus Kenny had just left Kyle's house from a sleepover weekend. There was the usually bickering between the two, but Stan had not noticed anything out of the ordinary.

"Cartman, I don't get it…" Stan still couldn't get over that fact that Cartman was trying to hold a serious conversation. Maybe going to high school really had an effect on the boys.

"I hate listening to his mom and dad talk about the stupidest shit. Ike freaks me the fuck out, and the whole place smells cheap… Gah stupid Jews!"

"Dude…"

"Listen, just don't tell Kyle. I know it would make him mad, because…. Because he's gonna be able to tell I'm serious. I don't want him to actually hate meh!" Cartman's bitch speech sneaked through.

Stan continued to stare until Cartman pulled into his driveway, unlocking his car doors for Stan to get out.

"It's a secret okay? Just keep it you fag."

Although his secret wasn't that big of a secret, Stan knew that things were slowly shifting in the social world of South Park. At least for Stan.

He now had to keep secrets not only to be in good graces with the ones that told him the secrets, but in order to prevent any fights that the secrets can cause. It'a s dangerous thing those secrets are. .

Since their freshman year, Stan has been bombarded with secrets from almost everyone possible. Wendy about Kyle, Kyle about Kenny, Kenny about Cartman, Catman about Wendy, Wendy about Cartman, even his sister had some secrets to tell him. Stan was sick of it.

Going into their senior year of High School, the secrets have certainly been piling up

"Stan, we're already late, I was looking for you this morning but I couldn't find you, lets get to class." Kyle didn't bother to say hey.

Stan shrugged off his bad mood and pushed the secret aside.

"What's wrong with you, dude?" Kyle asked as the four boys made their way out of school.

The secrets were the worst when it came to Kyle and Wendy. His best friend and his girlfriend, those were the ones that ate him up the worst.

"Nothing, just Wendy pissed me off today, its cool." Stan could hardly take the thought of lying to his best friend.

"Well just finger her tonight and she'll be over it, jeez, don't be such a puss." Cartman, laughed.

"If you wanna learn how to do anything else with her, you know who to call." Kenny winked at Stan. What upset Stan was the even Kenny had his secrets to hide.

"Yea, that slut Bebe!" Cartmen elbowed the blonde, causing both of them to explode into a fit of giggles.

"Shut up you fat ass, you're just jealous that she's my girlfriend and not yours." Kyle of course went to his new girlfriend's aid. Kyle was so oblivious.

"Yea right, I'm good on someone's sloppy seconds." Cartman elbowed Kenny once more, but it came with a different tone than laughter.

"I gotta wait for my sister, we're collecting our food stamps and going grocery shopping," Kenny smiled and tried to ignore the last comment.

"See ya Kenny," Kyle waved at the blonde. Kenny awkwardly left, glancing at Stan to ensure his secret make out session at Butter's party the previous weekend was kept a secret.

"Bye, Kenny." Stan tried to give a reassuring look.

Man, did he hate secrets.

"Mom, I'm having Wendy over later, is that cool?" Stan walked into his kitchen, phone in hand, ready to text Wendy the invite.

"No, Stan, we're going to a dinner with your father's potential new boss. Its important the whole family be there!" Stan's mom, Sharon, said as she remained clipping coupons.

"What, no way that's gay. Shelley is going, too?" Stan was getting pissed that every time he has a reason to use his phone, he get's stopped.

"Yes, and I was told his son is super sexy!" Shelley, Stan's older sister walked in, clearly trying to make a good impression for this mystery boy.

"Shelly, you still have braces, you'll never look good." Stan was in the mood to be a dick.

"You're such a dick, Stan!" See?

"Shelly, Stan is right, take off all that make-up," Randy Marsh came in frantically in just a bath towel. "And besides, he's still in high school, he's in Stan's grade." Randy was rummaging through the pantry, "Sharon, where's the mayonnaise!"

"Dad, you're such a dick!" With that, Shelley ran upstairs, hopefully to wash off all of that make-up.

"Randy!" Sharon yelled, "The mayonnaise is in the fridge, and Stan you probably know this boy. It would really be helpful if you were on your best behavior with his son, your father is clearly worried about this dinner meeting."

Stan rolled his eyes, Stan wanted nothing to do more than to sit in his room with Wendy and rub his lips on hers, envisioning himself rubbing the secret out of him and back into her. Why were people so worried about what other people said about them? More importantly, why were people so worried about other people?

"Where are we going, mom?"

"We're going to the Tucker's."