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Clyde and Token continue talking and then-

…Holy shit…

Clyde just punched Token square in the face!

Spoofed (Chapter 6)-Life's Trial

"What the fuck was that for, Clyde?" Token screams, rubbing his face and poking at his nose. I assume he's checking for any injuries for what he would assume to be his 'perfect' face.

"Oh, don't act like you don't know, asshole!" Clyde shouts, looking over to us. He looks…so sad, and so betrayed.

We all run over to where he is. Clyde is still looking to us when Token catches him off guard and elbows him in the back of the head. Clyde manages to catch his balance rather than falling over to the floor. Token is about to go in for another punch before Stan catches his arm and stopping it. Kenny grabs Clyde and holds him like Stan holds Token.

"Alright, boys, calm down for a second." Stan says, having a tight grip on Token's arm while the others at the table just look at us, but Craig looks like he's about to speak. His two best friends are fighting, after all.

"What the hell's going on here? Clyde, dude, why did you punch Token?" Craig speaks up. I think he might have just been waiting for things to not be all punch-y and violent-y.

"He's a bastard and has no regard for people's feelings." Clyde says, trying to get out of Kenny's grip.

"What are you talking about? What did I do?" Token asks. He puts his hands out in a way that many of us often do when we have absolutely no clue.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell were we just talking about?" Clyde yells. Somehow, barely any of the other tables are aware of what's going on. At least we're not the center of attention.

"So? Why are you mad? I didn't do anything bad." Token says, defensively.

"The hell you didn't! You just told me you did it! How is that doing nothing bad?" Clyde counters.

So, it looks like Token really was the culprit after all this. So the investigation at least proved to have some fruitful results. But…

…What am I supposed to do about this? What will confronting him do? It's not like anything can be changed. It's not like a violent response will make anything good happen. Violence would only lead to more violence, and the cycle of pain would continue.

Why did we start this anyway? What could we have even done? Maybe just to know why…

…I think I just want to know why. That's it.

"Because it was just a joke!" Token says, and I can already predict that things are going to explode.

"How that hell is that a joke?" Stan yells, letting Token's arm go and giving him a push.

"She told me that she was just getting a little payback and that it was a joke." Token says, and who in the hell is 'she' and payback for what? "…It was a joke, wasn't it?" Token adds, seemingly genuinely curious.

Now it's looking like he wasn't thee true mastermind of this, just an unlucky pawn…

"Damn it, Token." Clyde says, softly.

"Wait, you're really gay?" Token asks, turning to me.

"Duh! Why else would we be this upset? You fucking outted him." Kenny says, who has since let go of Clyde.

"I did what?" Token is actually really surprised.

"Are you fucking with us, is that it? Because I swear-" Cartman begins but is cut off.

"No, I swear that I didn't mean any harm. Kyle, look, I don't like you. That's no secret, and I know you don't like me. But I wouldn't do anything like that to you. She told me that it was just a little prank, that's it!" Token says, and just like Clyde on the phone, I actually believe him.

"Then who's 'she'?" I ask, looking at Token. His eyes are looking away in what I can only assume is embarrassment and shame.

"Bebe." Token says, and I immediately look over to Wendy.

"W-What? Bebe? Why would my best friend put you up to doing this to Kyle?" Wendy asks, shocked and even disgusted.

"I don't know her reasons. She only asked me to help." Token says, and I'm not even reacting anymore. This whole situation is fucked and has been fucked since the beginning of everything.

Can I please just have another ass-fucking A.P. test so I don't have to ever worry about drama like this?

"And why would you agree to help her knowing this is what she was planning on doing?" I finally say something.

"She, um, offered to give me some, um…hummers." He says, blushing and embarrassed.

"Oh, fucking hell, Token." Craig says. I kind of forgot everyone at that table was still there, because they have made themselves part of the background until now. "And, Clyde, I can understand why Kyle and the rest of them would be this upset. They're my friends too, and it pisses me off a little. But why are you so upset? It doesn't involve you." Craig asks him.

That is a good point, actually.

"Because…" He stops for a second and breathes in a few times. "I'm…" He struggles for the words.

…It suddenly all makes sense, now. I wonder if anyone else has figured it out by the way he can't say it. Maybe they can't, because the others aren't like us, are they?

I walk over to Clyde and put my hand on his shoulder. He turns to me and I just give him a genuine, caring smile. He mouths the word 'alright' slightly and takes another deep breath.

"I'm gay, too." Clyde says, holding his breath after he says it. His head is turned away from us, and I bet his eyes are closed.

"Oh." Craig says, obviously having nothing else to say. I don't think any of us do, really…

"Well that's cool!" Tweek speaks up. Clyde turns to look at him, obviously surprised by the support.

"Really? You guys don't mind at all?" Clyde asks, obvious happy that at least one of his friends supports him.

"No, not at all. If we accepted Kyle, of course we'd accept you, too!" Craig says, and Jimmy nods in agreement. "Token?" Craig says his name, and Token looks to Clyde.

"Of course I accept you, Clyde. I didn't know you were, and I didn't know Kyle was. It was just supposed to be harmless joke according to Bebe, and I was getting some benefits in return. I feel disgusted with myself knowing that I not only did something terrible to you, Kyle, but I also hurt one of my best friends. If I knew, I wouldn't have done it. God, I'm such a fucking dumbass. I'm so sorry, both of you." Token says, and slams his head on the table.

"…I forgive you." I say after a few seconds. Token, and everyone else, looks to me in shock.

"What?" Token says, almost silent.

"Maybe I shouldn't be forgiving you. But, I am. Why? Things turned out alright. My family is alright with it, all my friends accept me, and I don't have to hide it anymore. If things had turned out differently, then I would probably be much more pissed than I am, maybe even more than I was when I found out this happened because you only did it for some fucking blowjobs. But, also, nothing good would come from not forgiving you, anyway.

"If I didn't forgive you, either my friends or myself would try to get revenge. What would that bring? Pain. And then revenge would be sought by you guys. More pain. I don't want this cycle of pain to go on, especially because everything turned out alright for me to begin with. You already are ashamed and disappointed in yourself, and I'll let remembering this whole thing be my revenge. And, lastly, you made it sound like you were just a pawn and Bebe was the king. If you're telling the truth, she's to blame as well, not just you." I finish saying.

Throughout this whole thing, my friends have been the ones mostly carrying it. I wanted to know, but I never thought about what would happen once we got to this point. Maybe it's because in my mind, I never thought we would get here. Was it that I didn't want to get to this point, or that I didn't believe we actually could? I don't know, and I don't really want to find out…

Though I'm hot-headed and I get angry easily, I also know when to let something go and when to not. This is one of the situations to let it go. There is no justice in a situation like this; it's best to just end the suffering as soon as possible.

"I forgive you too, Token. It's going to take some time before we can truly be friends like we were again, but I do forgive you. It's true that I was not ready at all to tell anyone, but if Kyle can forgive you, I know I can, too. And at least I don't have to hide at school anymore, so you're just gonna have to get used to me talking about guys I occasionally find cute." Clyde says with some humor at the end. "But, Token, for the future, learn how something can affect someone else before you do it. We're all people, even though we don't drive hybrids." Cue groan from Stan from that song he wrote years ago. We all laugh at the memory…

"I don't know how else to say sorry or to thank both of you for forgiving me. I'm sorry, and thanks." Token says. I take the initiative and hold out my hand. Clyde sees this and does the same, and Token shakes both of our hands.

"Kyle…" Stan says, softly. I turn and look at him before turning back.

"There's now just one thing bugging me." Kenny says, and we all turn to him. "Wasn't Bebe sitting here when we first showed up?" Kenny asks.

It appears as if Bebe left the lunch table as soon as she saw Clyde coming over after being part of our group. We all decided that, for the rest of lunch, to let her go and to just finish clearing the air.

We sat at the table with everyone after we all had gotten our free food. Clyde was definitely nervous about being out to all of us, but he'll get over it in time.

Wendy said that she'll personally talk to Bebe in their class together in sixth period. She said she'll force Bebe to talk by threatening to tell Bebe's parents what she's been doing, by hurting me and being promiscuous with Token.

It makes me wonder why Bebe would do all this to me, though. Like I told everyone before, revenge isn't really possible or worth it, but I still want to know why. I don't think I ever did anything to her; in fact, we barely had any interaction in years.

Obviously it was important to her enough that she would give Token blowjobs (multiple – not just one) to do this. Different reasons are floating around in my head, but I can't just find one that would fit. I guess we just have to wait for Wendy to tell us.

Sixth period ends in just a few minutes. We're all going to Cartman's house, she included, for some simple hanging out now that all this will all be done.

Though, I do want to find out what's been up with Cartman. He's being acting so out of character for him, and I think it's time to finally address it when we're all together…

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The bell rings, and we all meet up at the front of the school. We start making our way to Cartman's house while Wendy begins to tell the tale.

"I'm not going to lie, I was expecting a lot more than the reasoning she gave. So, where to begin? Remember when we were kids and Bebe and I were in that clubhouse with you, Stan and Kyle where we played truth or dare? Well, she remembers that kiss you gave her and recalls that you said it was 'fucking sickening' and was pissed off about it ever since. In her words, you not only 'broke her heart' but also 'ruined her self-esteem for her beauty.'

"She didn't actually know you were gay either; she said that she wanted everyone to believe that because someone that I told the clubhouse thing to years ago brought it up and it reminded her of everything. She was furious when he brought it up." Wendy finishes.

Rather than saying anything, I just begin to laugh!

"That's why she did all this? Because she was a little embarrassed by a quick peck when we were eight? You know, that's so pathetic that it's just funny and nothing else." I say, laughing. Kenny and Butters are laughing too.

"Well at least you guys actually got to do something in that clubhouse! Rebellious teenagers took over mine and Kenny's!" Cartman says, and I remember that stupid bet we made.

"…Don't remind me. At least you didn't get dared to jam a damn twig down your fucking dickhole. I'm so lucky Clyde ran out in fear that I didn't have to do it. You guys were sick back then, Wendy." Stan says, playfully.

"She is still sick. I honestly think she has a mental disorder of some kind. These past few months, she's been going off the edge and stuff. Now she's offering sex to Token for literally no advantage because she could have done the website thing herself. I asked her, and she said that she didn't want any chance of a trace back to her. She didn't even realize Token could have just said her name like he did when we asked. She didn't even understand the harm at all in giving him oral for one small task she could have done herself without making mistakes like Token did.

"Honestly, I'm going to tell her parents anyway. I truly think she needs some help. She's not my best friend anymore because of what she did, but I can't help but worry. I think she is mentally ill." Wendy says, obviously still a caring person to even someone who betrayed her and her friends.

We get to Cartman's house, and we just stay in his living room, already playing games and eating snacks in just a few minutes of getting there.

"Cartman, I need to ask you. What's been up with you? You did so much to help me during all this. You sacrificed your own lunch so I could get mine when we were in the library. You offered Kenny a ride home. You even showed your mother affection in front of us. You were even modest about your computer science interest when we brought it up. So, just be real with us now." I ask him. Butters and Kenny pause their game, and Wendy stops eating her noisy, crunchy chips.

"Damn it, guys! Fine. Simply put, I'm tired of being a jerk. I see you all and you're all so close to each other. You all have best friends and stuff. Sometimes I wonder why you guys even be nice to me, let alone my friend with how mean I've been. I don't want to feel like that anymore. I want to have the close bonds and friendships that you all have. I want to also be someone that my mother and my family back in Nebraska will truly be proud of. I want to be someone that I would be proud of. There, now we don't speak another word of what I just said." Cartman says, and there we go. It all makes sense, now.

"Whatever." I say, nonchalantly. He says he doesn't want to speak of it, I won't bring it up.

"Alright." "Okay." "Sure." And such responses come from our friends.

I'm watching Kenny and Butters play their game. It's going to be nice to start hanging out again without all the drama. Who knows? We might even try inviting Craig or Clyde, or Tweek or maybe even Token sometime.

But now, things are going to start getting normal again. I'm going to have to start giving all my attention to my AP classes and the rest of my schoolwork, Stan is going to procrastinate on his reading logs (and I will most likely, as well…), and Butters will still pull a Sherlock Stotch every now and then and shock us. The only difference will be Cartman, who's going to be even less of a jackass than he's been the last few years.

Is this what is meant by growing up? Cartman realizing the true bonds of friendship, Wendy breaking her word to help an (ex-) friend in need who wouldn't get help otherwise, me being able to forgive and forget the could-have of what happened?

This has really put things into perspective. Sure, I suppose that if things had turned out differently, then I would probably be not forgiving at all, but that's not what happened. And knowing my cousin was in an accident, where he could have died, makes me see how something like my sexuality really isn't that big of a deal after all.

If what Wendy believes is true, then Bebe really is mentally ill. And no matter what, Token is going to live with the guilt of what he did and the shame knowing that he did it just for some sex. Those are both hard things to live with.

And me, well, I'm just gay.

Maybe, in the long run, this did some good. Bebe is finally going to get help, Token learned to think about consequences, Clyde can be himself at least a little, I don't have to worry how my family or friends react anymore, and Cartman even realizes his passion for computer science now. We all got some sort of reality check.

And I know this will not be the only thing life throws at me. But I hope that this whole thing taught me not to just get angry when something happens to me, but to do something about it. In this case, I wasn't able to do much except find out why, but it taught me to do something more than to just get pissed off and just take it. It taught me to step up, and that it's good to rely on friends to help on occasion.

And it wasn't just me either. This was a trial for everyone in their own way. And I believe that we all learned something valuable from this, though each has to determine what that is and how to apply it to life's challenges in the future.

"Okay, Kyle. Your turn! Be prepared to get your ass fucked in this game!" Kenny says as he beat Butters, making it my turn against Kenny.

That's another thing this taught me. This taught me to not to mention getting 'fucked' by things like A.P. tests when they're troublesome or difficult because people will start applying them to everything for me…

The End

A/N: Well, that's the ending. I'll admit, before the last chapter, I never did have a full outline of who exactly the perp was. And my original plan didn't work too well, but I think that this one works. I kind of feel that this chapter was rushed, especially for the final chapter, because of all the reveals were in this one in such a small timespan. But I like to think that I summed everything up well in the end and made everything that happened actually mean something to the characters involved.

Anyway, what did you guys think of this chapter and of this story? I hope it was fun for you guys to read! I hope you all review! Thanks for reading! :)

I'd also like to thank a user known as LittleMissMuppet for reading this chapter in advance at my request and providing some feedback. Thank you! :D