Me Plus You.
Part II

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Flattening out her polo shirt as she adjusted the waist band of her black skirt, Wendy blew out a slow breath from between her lips.

The backstage area behind the gym was abuzz with excited jitters as Wendy twirled around on the spot, fixing her hair as she did. She feigned a cheeky smirk at the sight of Butters and Dougie sitting together in a bundle of nerves, while Token appeared just as cool, calm and collected as she was.

The first contest of the semi-finals was just about to commence. It was now or never.

Swapping a confident grin with Token, Wendy soon went back to pacing behind the stage as she waited for her team's cue. At the sound of some extra footsteps suddenly approaching her, Wendy shifted her vision upwards and smiled softly at Gregory.

The tall, blonde boy straightened his embroidered tie as he exchanged the gesture, "I must say, Wendy, I was rather impressed with the the lunch provided by your school catering staff," he offered before raising an eyebrow, "But only one option for dessert?"

Trying her hardest not to roll her eyes at his brash smugness, Wendy gritted her teeth together, "Ha, yeah, sorry about that, I guess..."

It might have been a little nice at first to see him again after so many years, but man, the novelty was quickly starting to wear off for Wendy. It was clear that Gregory hadn't changed - not in the slightest.

As he continued to ramble along about each of the concerns he had come across while Wendy had been showing him around South Park High, little did either of them know, there was something of a much, much greater concern taking place in the rafters right above their heads.

Kenny gazed down with trepidation at the wooden floor of the stage. It was so dark that he could barely even see. He could only just make out each of the four-person podiums that were set up front and centre, awaiting South Park and Yardale to take their places and begin the first round of afternoon competition.

The blonde boy suddenly found himself jumping with slim surprise as he heard a clanging sound echo from beside him. Furrowing his brow at Stan as he appeared on the darkened platform, Kenny's expression quickly turned to one of confusion as he narrowed his eyes at the deep, metal tray in his friend's hands that had caused so much noise.

"And I here I was thinking you'd actually found some common sense and decided not to go through with this," he quipped cynically, "What is that?"

Huffing out in slight exhaustion as he heaved the tray up on the railing by the stage lights, Stan smirked at Kenny, "This, my friend, is revenge."

The contents of the rectangular piece of metal seemed to jiggle slightly, causing Kenny's curious frown to deepen. Daringly sticking a finger into the depths of the container, the teenage boy squirmed slightly at the peculiar sensation.

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Stan swatted Kenny's hand away, "Relax, dude, it's only jell-o."

Kenny took a second to search Stan's expression for any hint of sarcasm before he decided that he trusted him enough to lick his fingers clean of the sticky substance. It certainly tasted like jell-o. Raspberry jell-o, in fact - sure to stain Gregory's nice, white dress shirt under his maroon blazer.

"And can I ask where exactly you managed to find an ten pound tub of jell-o?"

"I took it from the dessert table set up in the cafeteria before all those other schools had the chance to eat it," Stan answered simply, "Now, all you have to do is wait until they announce Yardale and introduce all their team members. As soon as you hear that faggy little dipshit's name, tip it down onto the stage right... about... here."

Kenny watched on with one eyebrow raised as Stan awkwardly tried to line up the tray of jell-o with some kind of bizarre precision, "Dude, it's too dark for me to even see down there, how do you know that's where he'll be standing?"

"Because, dude, I managed to subtly ask Butters what side of the stage he and Wendy are gonna' be on without giving anything away. He said South Park always stands on the left-hand side," Stan explained as he continued to prop the heavy tray up on the railing towards the right of the stage.

Producing some subtly of his own, Kenny quietly blew out a long, unimpressed breath, "And you can't just stay up here and pull off this stupid stunt yourself, because...?"

"Because, I'm not going to miss out on seeing it for myself down at the back of the audience," Stan answered with a chuckle of anticipation, "Now that is a real reason to skip football practice."

Finishing his thought and gawking back over to Kenny, Stan was expecting to see him just as enthused by their scheme as he was. But as he only caught a wary glisten in his friend's hazel eyes, the quarterback's expression drooped slightly. Allowing his shoulders to slouch into a shrug, Stan's brow crinkled in hesitation. He knew his chances of landing Kenny in hot water from the harmless prank were pretty high. As much as he wanted to get back at Gregory for his smug and snobbish attitude, he honestly didn't want Kenny to have to take the fall for him.

Sighing to himself, Stan shot Kenny a small grin, "Look, if you get busted, you can blame me, okay? I'll take whatever punishment any of the teachers want to hand out," he promised him, "It's gonna' be totally worth it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kenny mumbled, brushing off the offer, "You're gonna' be in more than enough shit with Wendy if she finds out you had anything to do with it. I'm pretty sure I can handle anything the teachers wanna' do to me..."

Before any further hushed words could be swapped between the two, the static sound of the microphone down on the stage switching on reverberated through the rafters as Ms. Coleman began to welcome the parents and students in the audience. Stan's eyes widened as he quickly slid the metal tray over towards Kenny. The blonde boy took a firm hold of the container, gesturing for Stan to hurry up and climb back down to the floor. The two swapped a final, small smirk before Stan scurried off to the backstage area and then swiftly sneaked out into the main area of the gym.

The teenage boy kept his head down, blending in with the rest of the crowd as they applauded the two teams that were just making their way onto the stage. He looked up slightly, smiling at Kyle and Cartman where they stood way down at the very back of the gym behind the last row of chairs.

Kyle still appeared just as uncertain about the entire ordeal as he shook his head back and forth, "You really think you're gonna' get away with this?" he asked, "With Wendy, I mean? She's gonna' tear you limb from limb way worse than any of the teachers will..."

"Oh, please," Cartman grunted, "Stan can take that weak, little bitch of his any day."

Frowning at the fatter of his two friends and sharply jabbing Cartman in the ribs, Stan could only cross his arms over his chest with pride as he finally joined the two of them.

"Wendy's not going to suspect a thing," Stan confirmed, "As far as she knows, I'm at football - "

Just as the sentence was almost completely out of his mouth, Stan found himself trailing off with sudden horror. His blue eyes expanded to the size of saucers as he finally stole a glance at the stage. Both teams were standing at their podiums, but there was just one major problem.

Yardale was standing in the clear, and South Park were planted directly under the incoming raspberry flavoured shower.

Feeling his heart stop beating and collapse into the depths of his stomach with a dull thud, Stan almost choked on his next frantic words, "What the fuck?!" he hissed silently from the back of the gym, "What the hell are they doing, Butters said that South Park would be standing on the other side!"

Thrown off slightly by his sudden outburst, Kyle tilted his head with confusion, "Why would it matter what side they're standing..."

And then, it all clicked.

"Oh, shit," Kyle murmured.

"Oh, tits!" Cartman added with excitement.

"God fucking damn it!" Stan cursed, grumbling in a panicked tone.

Without sparing another second, the eighteen year old boy squeaked the bottom of his runners across the floor of the gym as he took off towards the stage, weaving his way between the seats and nudging into members of the audience as he did.

His heart was pounding in his chest. The only thought racing through his mind at that point was telling him to make it to the front of the gym, leap up onto the stage, burst through the curtain and scream up at Kenny to hold his fire. But the closer he got, and the more of Ms. Coleman's introduction he heard, and the more he gazed at his girlfriend up on stage - Stan knew it was no use. He felt his sternum ache with pain. Wendy looked so happy. She looked so proud of herself.

And in the very next second, Ms. Coleman completed introducing the Yardale team by saying Gregory's name.

The jam-packed audience sucked in a collective gasp and screeched to an immediate silence as the red, sticky contents of the metal tray from above the stage came plummeting down onto its victims below. Stan scraped along to a sudden stop where he stood in the middle of the gym and off towards the side door.

A high-pitched shriek was unmistakable from Wendy as it expelled from the back of her throat. But, thankfully, the surprised sound was all that managed to escape the dark haired girl as the majority of the God forsaken jell-o landed towards the middle of South Park's podium - coating a totally aghast Token and Butters from almost head to toe.

As the crowd finally started to find their voice again and shocked sounding murmurs began to grow in volume throughout the gym, Ms. Coleman cleared her throat into the microphone, "Um, alright! Alright, everyone, uh, it seems we will be postponing the first round of competition," she spoke lamely, "If everyone could please remain calm, and if our two teams could return backstage, we will be getting to the bottom of this apparent prank, immediately!"

The amused expressions on the faces of the Yardale boys could not be hidden as Wendy glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Gregory. Luckily the teenage girl had only suffered from slight splatters of jell-o as she tried to wipe the substance off her shirt and flick the disgusting pieces out of her matted, black hair. Her steps were weighted with heavy anger as she made her way backstage and glanced up into the rafters where the mass of dessert had fallen from.

And then, as she spotted a very guilty looking Kenny scaling his way down the ladder from the ceiling, Wendy felt her blood boil.

As the blonde boy came safely back down to the floor, he completely ignored the teenage girl and instead made a direct beeline for Butters. Kenny towered over the slightly shorter boy, grabbing him by his red, sticky collar threateningly, "Butters, what the hell, man? You said South Park always stands on the left!"

"Y-yeah," Butters answered, "We do stand on the left. Stage left!"

As Wendy watched on with peaked interest, she was almost distracted by the sound of Gregory approaching her from behind as she suddenly witnessed Kenny's expression turn a pale white.

"Oh, goddamn it," she heard him grunt through gritted teeth, "Stan is gonna' kill me..."

At the sound of the absolute last name she was expecting to hear in that situation, Wendy's heart skipped a sad, disappointed beat.

Taking a moment to piece together the puzzle laid out before her, Wendy nudged past Gregory and pulled the stage curtain back slightly, taking a subtle peek back out to the floor. Her stomach turned with an annoyed anger at the sight of Kyle and Cartman quickly scurrying to Stan's side before ushering him out through the side door of the gym and into the school corridor.

And then, at the very last possible second as he glanced back up at the stage, Wendy's eyes locked with Stan's.

Screwing her fist up into an agitated ball, Wendy hissed under her breath, her mind cycling back to what Kenny had just said to Butters, "Not if I kill him, first..."

The alluring sound of her threat made a small smirk pop up in the corner of Gregory's mouth. The tall, blonde Yardale boy wasn't stupid. He knew Stan's prank had obviously been meant for him. But just as had happened when they were eight years old, Stan had simply let his insane jealousy come in the way of him thinking concisely and clearly.

"Well," Gregory spat with a chuckle before Wendy could climb off the stage, "It seems your little boyfriend is still just exactly that, isn't he? I can't say I'm surprised that he still hasn't learned not to send a boy to do a man's job."

Just as she descended the first step to the floor, Wendy froze on the spot. Her memory was ticking over as she slowly spun back around and glared at Gregory. The same vile, belittling words that he had muttered about her boyfriend all those years ago stung as harshly in her chest now as they did back then. Stan might have been an immature idiot, but he was her immature idiot. And she was the only one who could insult him as such.

"Oh, just fuck off Gregory, you pompous piece of shit."

Leaving the boy opposite her completely gobsmacked and without anything else to say, Wendy didn't wait a second longer as she marched down the rest of the stairs and bolted out of the same side door in search of her boyfriend and his cohorts.

Reaching back and ripping her jell-o covered, green ribbon out of her hair, Wendy scrunched it up with fury and threw it the floor. Her vengeful anger directed at Gregory was only the very tip of the iceberg when it came to what she was going to do to Stan.

As his feet slapped down hard and heavy against the tiled floor of the school halls, Stan suddenly felt himself choke on the collar of his shirt as Kyle yanked him through the open door of a classroom.

The eighteen year old's heart was on the verge of exploding from running so quickly. He glanced between the four empty walls of the room, and then finally at his two friends. Lunch had to have started around fifteen minutes ago now, and luckily for the boys, it seemed all the other teachers and students were far away from the school classrooms enjoying their break outside somewhere.

By this point, Stan was just about prepared to hide out the empty room, under a desk, in a cupboard, or wherever possible to avoid Wendy for as long as he could.

Being the first to speak, Cartman grunted out a loud chuckle, "Ha! Well, I guess that could have been a lot worse if it had landed right on Wendy's prissy little head."

Stan rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything, he was suddenly cut off by Kyle, "Oh, yeah, I'm sure that's gonna' make Wendy much less angry at you - she'll be super understanding."

"Yeah, okay, Kyle, I get it already," Stan sniped at his best friend and his cynical tone, "She's gonna' kill me... I'm pretty sure she saw me right before we got out of there..."

"Well, you know what I saw?" Kyle spoke, carrying right along, "Just as we escaped out the side door, I saw Ms. Coleman talking to Kenny up on the stage and totally going off her brain at him! Not only did you let your dumb jealousy get in the way of your relationship - again, but you also landed Kenny in some deep shit, dude!"

"Will you just keep your voice down?" Stan hissed in the lowest volume possible, "The last fuckin' thing I want is for Wendy to run by and hear us and then burst in here and - "

"Stanley!"

Before the terrifying thought had even completely left his lips, the back and forth shouting between Stan and Kyle shattered into speechlessness at the sound of Wendy appearing in the doorway and screeching her boyfriend's full name. Nervously allowing his timid eyes to creep up and land on her, the teenage boy swallowed a lump in the back of his throat.

If looks could kill, Stan would be a dead man right now.

Wendy stood with her fists screwed up into balls on either side of her, and her brown coloured eyes were glowing a furiously dark shade with the fire that had lit up behind them. As she took a further step into the classroom, the teenage girl flicked her head over towards Kyle and Cartman, "You two, out," she demanded, pointing to the door.

Carefully licking his bottom lip, Kyle tried to force a gentle smile, "Come on, Wendy, he clearly wasn't working along, you don't need to be so hard on - "

"Now."

As their expressions dropped cold from their faces, Kyle wasted little time simply patting Stan on the back and making a direct beeline for the door, "Cya' dude."

"Nice knowing you, Stan," Cartman added as he was hot on Kyle's heels.

Cringing at his friends' sarcasm and utter lack of support, Stan's eyes absolutely refused to leave the ground. He scuffed one shoe against the other, waiting anxiously to hear Wendy's voice again once Kyle and Cartman were gone and had shut the door behind them.

Heaving a long breath from the depths of her lungs and taking a moment to keep her cool, Wendy parted her lips to speak.

"Stan, sit down."

Shyly glancing up at her, Stan cleared his throat, "Baby - "

"Sit. Down."

Springing backwards in surprise as he felt himself crash into a table and chair, Stan quickly collapsed down into it. He sat in the seat sideways with his legs parallel to the desk as he gulped. Wendy paced back and forth in front of him, hesitating and gathering her thoughts. She ran he fingers through her black ponytail, trying her very best to scrape out the remainder of the sticky, red dessert as she soon figured out exactly what she wanted to say to her boyfriend.

"So, you won't skip football practice to come and support me in something super important to me," she began, "But you will skip football practice to totally sabotage something super important to me?"

The dull pain splintering in her voice box left Stan completely mute as he lamely shrugged his shoulders.

Wendy scoffed, "Were you trying to completely humiliate me up there?"

"No!" Stan snapped back in reply, "No, not you, just... him..."

The eighteen year old girl chuckled in disbelief at the weakness in her boyfriend's reply, "Gregory?" she asked, "Are you seriously that insecure that you don't even believe me when I tell you I have zero interest in him?"

For a swift moment in time, Stan felt his skin crawl. He quite frankly would have much preferred to hear Wendy yell and scream at him rather than her being so patronising.

"Okay, so maybe you're not interested in him, but that obviously wasn't going to stop him from coming onto you, and it's not gonna' stop any other guy from ever doing the same thing!" Stan argued, his voice creeping up little by little as he did, "There's a thousand other guys out there in the world just like him. Guys that are smart, guys that laugh at the same jokes you do, guys that like the same things you do."

As he continued to ramble on and Wendy could hear his voice becoming slightly raspy at the thought of the words he was spewing, she felt her stern expression soften. A concerned crease fell into her brow as she watched the sad emotions settle more into Stan's face.

The teenage boy blew out a shaken breath, "He's a million and one things that I'm not. I'm not an idiot, Wendy, I know it's only a matter of time before you find someone just like him and forget all about me..."

Wendy instantly felt her heart split in two.

She had absolutely no idea that Stan's jealousy ran this deep. And yet, hearing every single word he was saying now, it didn't even sound so much like jealousy any more. Stan sounded like he was scared - like he was in total fear of losing Wendy someday. Where the heck had all these twisted, crazy thoughts suddenly come from?

And then, Wendy felt her brain switched on like a light bulb.

It was only two periods ago when Wendy and Stan had been sitting in the library together - back when their stupid little fight had started. And as it had, the teenage girl could have sworn that they were arguing about football, or about Mathletics, or about who was more supportive of who. But now, Wendy could see all too clearly what was really making Stan act so paranoid and so dismal. And she was almost certain it had something to do with just one other topic of conversation that she had offhandedly mentioned to him in fifth period.

Chewing down on her bottom lip, Wendy carefully thought over her next words before she opened her mouth to speak.

"Are we still talking about Gregory? Or... are you thinking ahead to college again?"

The sound of that accursed 'C' word leaving her mouth made Stan shudder.

For as long as the teenage boy could remember, the only thing in his whole world that held any importance to him was the path that would lead him to football and a scholarship and success. But now, nothing was more important than Wendy. And he didn't want to walk that path if it meant she couldn't be strolling along by his side.

There was only one thing worse than her not being there beside him at all. And that was Wendy getting lost and distracted along the way by some other guy.

Swallowing down these thoughts as they continued to choke him in his throat, Stan awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"It's just..." he paused for a moment, "You're gonna' end up at Harvard, or Yale, or Princeton, and... and guys like Gregory just remind me that chances are, you're gonna' meet somebody who's exactly like him and nothing like me."

Trying to resist the painful feeling of her fragmented heart piercing her chest, Wendy took a deep breath and slowly shook her head at Stan. And then, she could only heave her shoulders in a shrug.

"You're right."

The two, simple syllables were like a knife through each of Stan's organs. He felt his jaw drop slightly as he skidded into a stunned silence. He knew that Wendy was going to be angry with him after pulling such a stupid prank, but never in a thousand years was he ever expecting to hear her agree with him and his heart-breaking predictions for their future.

Watching the devastation fall into his face, Wendy carried right along.

"You're immature, reckless, insecure, you have zero impulse control...!"

She could have kept going for the length of an entire novel. There were a million and one things about Stan that annoyed Wendy. And maybe there really was someone else out there who was a better match for her. And maybe they really weren't going to stay together forever.

But, at the end of the day, she wouldn't change any part of him - not a single thing. And for as long as Wendy and Stan were together, that was the only forever the teenage girl needed.

Finally, she smiled at him teasingly.

"But that's why I fell in love with you, dumbie."

Instantly, Stan was floored as he nearly fell out of his seat, "Huh?"

Gazing down at him and trying her absolute hardest not to giggle at the adorable confusion dancing in his gorgeous, blue eyes, Wendy slipped back into a slim hesitation.

She might have entered the classroom with all guns blazing, but Wendy simply couldn't stand it when Stan was so miserable. The only thing she hated more than seeing him so filled with fear was knowing that she wasn't doing anything to make him feel better.

Hanging her head back with a loud, annoyed groan, Wendy took a small step towards Stan. If there was one other thing she absolutely hated, it was being the one to cave first when she knew full well that he was way more in the wrong than she was. But still, as the teenage girl took a seat in her boyfriend's lap where he sat sideways in the desk and gently locked her fingers behind his neck, she felt Stan's skin tingle with pleasant surprise.

Wendy paused in thought for only a second longer.

"Who was your first kiss when you were just eight years old?"

Stan was still feeling slightly baffled as he quietly answered Wendy's question, "You."

"And who was my first kiss when I was eight?"

The teenage boy swallowed, feeling goosebumps pop up over his arms. Ten years had gone by, and still, he couldn't believe the answer to that question to be true, "Me."

"And who else was also lurking around at the same time desperately trying to win my affections?"

"...Gregory."

"And I chose you," Wendy exclaimed, tenderly cupping Stan's face with her hands as she stroked his cheek, "No matter how old we get, or who else might be trying to steal me away, I'll always choose you."

The most pure sense of happiness went rushing through Stan's core as Wendy let go of his face and gently wisped the longer of his black locks away from his forehead.

She smirked at him with a serious glisten in her eyes, "Don't give me a reason not to, okay?"

With the message finally received loud and clear, Stan quickly nodded his head. He brought his voice to the most timid whisper, a slight sadness still pricking at his throat, "I'm sorry."

As she continued to grin at him cheekily, Wendy could almost feel the desperation pouring from Stan at the thought of pulling her into a tight hug. Despite the random splatters of jell-o that still clung to her shirt, the dark haired girl wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and pulled him close, comfortingly rubbing his back. Her heart raced at the sensation of him holding her just as snugly, absolutely squeezing the life out of her.

She never wanted to be this close to anyone else again for as long as she lived.

"You're not the only one who's worried about the future, you know," Wendy gently confessed.

Frowning at her curious words, Stan loosened his grip on Wendy and held her out at arm's length in his lap, narrowing his eyes at her, "What do you mean?"

Wendy licked her bottom lip, a little unsure of herself, "Well, you're gonna' be, like, insanely busy with football all through college, and there's probably gonna' heaps of super athletic girls at your school who love sports and beer as much as you do, and - "

"Wendy," Stan spoke, cutting her off with a shake of his head, "I could never love any one else as much as I love you."

Feigning a pink blush in her cheeks, Wendy took Stan's hand in hers and squeezed tightly, "I know. And ditto," she quickly added with a giggle, "You just need to know the same goes for me, too."

Remaining deathly silent as his eyes stayed fastened with hers, Stan quietly nodded his head in instant agreement.

As he continued to stare at her with an adorably apologetic glisten in his blue orbs, Wendy bit down just slightly on her lip. She might have still been incredibly annoyed at him for pulling an idiotic stunt like he had, but she simply couldn't resist the butterflies tickling her tummy any longer.

Taking her hand away from his, she allowed both sets of her manicured fingertips to run through the ends of Stan's raven locks sticking out from the back of his beanie as she pressed her kiss into his. The enticing taste of his lips did a pretty remarkable job of quelling all her angry emotions as she felt him gently lap at her with all the affection in the world.

As Stan slinked his arms around Wendy's slender waist, he brought her closer to him where the two were awkwardly nestled into the classroom desk. The sensation of her kiss only felt more unbelievable each and every time he shared it with her. For a split second, the two innocently opened their mouths and indulged in a deeper taste of one another. The silence of the empty classroom was pure bliss as all Wendy and Stan could hear were their own desperate breaths and the intense beating of their hearts until they finally parted.

Keeping her eyes closed for a second longer, Wendy giggled quietly to herself once more as she felt Stan squeeze lovingly at her hips and peck the very end of her nose. God, he was amazing.

But still, as her eyes suddenly snapped open and her appearance quickly turned to a frown, Wendy pulled a fist back and punched Stan in the arm as hard as she could.

"But you are still so in trouble!" she thundered with a laugh.

Taking his opposite hand to the immediate pain shooting up his left arm, Stan hissed through his teeth, "Ow, dude!"

Wendy simply crossed her own arms over her chest, sticking her tongue out at him, "You'd better start thinking of how you're gonna' make this up to me."

Shaking his head at her in disbelief, Stan tried to hold a stern expression for as long as he could. But soon enough, as he matched Wendy's sweet smirk, it was absolutely no use. Playfully nudging his girlfriend out of his lap, Stan came to his feet and glared down at her, "Your mean right-hook doesn't make us even?"

"Oh, not even close," Wendy said, still laughing deeply from the back of her throat, "If your stupid plan had actually gone off without a hitch, you could have gotten me and the guys disqualified!"

Glancing back down at his feet, Stan swallowed a lump of guilt. Wendy's conflicting emotions were certainly starting to send him into a head spin, but he completely understood where she was coming from. Even though she didn't want her boyfriend to be miserable and scared for their future, it didn't mean she couldn't still be furious with him in the present.

But, at the same time, it also didn't mean that she hadn't already forgiven him. And that she didn't love him.

Pinching the very end of his chin between her thumb and her forefinger, Wendy tilted Stan's sad little face back up and smiled at him sweetly, "But seeing as we haven't been kicked out and the competition's probably just been postponed, you can start the long, long road of repaying me by helping me study in the library every day at lunch until the organisers find a time to reschedule."

Scrunching up his sarcastic nose at her, Stan soon blew out a soft sigh of relief as Wendy reached down for his hand and gently took it in her own. Twirling around on her heels, the teenage girl began to lead the two of them out of the empty classroom and back into the school halls.

As he awkwardly adjusted the back of his beanie, Stan cleared his throat to speak, "Uh, and when exactly do these study sessions start?"

Wendy looked back over her shoulder at him, narrowing her cynical, brown orbs, "It's lunch time now, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah... but I was kinda' gonna' head back down to the gym to talk to Ms. Coleman and get Kenny off the hook," Stan responded, trailing off for a second as he rolled his eyes with reluctance, "And I suppose I could apologise to Gregory, as well..."

Freezing on the spot as she went to reach for the door handle, Wendy turned her head up to look back at Stan. Her eyes widened with... well, surprise was an understatement. Stan's genuine attempts to act upon what she had only seconds ago finished telling him and show some real remorse for his actions made the teenage girl's heart flutter.

"That's very mature of you," she sang sweetly, finally pulling down the handle and passing through the classroom door, "But, if you apologise for yourself, you'd probably have to apologise for me, too, and there is no way I'm saying sorry to that cocksucking turd."

Feeling his jaw drop open at the sudden crudeness spewing from Wendy's lips, Stan stuttered over the start of a sentence. He kept a tight hold of her hand, yanking her back as he reeled her in towards him, "What?" he asked with a laugh, "What did you say to him? Did you tell him to go fuck himself in another obscure part of his body?"

"No!" Wendy spat with a giggle, coaxing her boyfriend to walk down the hall with her, "I'm not as creative as I was when we were kids. I just made sure he knew that I'm the only one who's allowed to insult you when you're being an idiot - no-one else."

Sniggering under his breath at her, Stan rolled his eyes again, "Well, uh, thank you, I think?"

Wendy tried to hold down a giggle as she lightly slapped her boyfriend in the arm. Normally, Stan's bad habit of adding an extra hint of sarcasm to his apologies would never successfully help him plead his case. But, for some odd reason, Wendy simply ignored his smart-alec nature and kept her fingers firmly laced together with his.

"What you can thank me for is for not totally kicking your ass this afternoon! And you can do that by taking me shopping at the mall after school," she told him, obviously not wanting to be mistaken for asking a question or making a simple suggestion.

Keeping the teasing tone in his voice, Stan smirked down at his girlfriend, "I'm probably gonna' be in detention, dude."

As his face remained level with hers for a perhaps a second too long, Wendy felt an intense, red blush fill her cheeks. Man, she was hopeless. Wendy was supposed to be absolutely fuming with the inconsiderate jerk holding onto her hand, but all she could think about was how heart-broken he had been at the thought of losing her. And all she could feel was her skin tingling with goosebumps at his playful, goofball behaviour.

It didn't matter how badly he ever accidentally messed up. She was stuck with him. Wendy knew it.

Their footsteps were in perfect time with one another's the closer they got towards the gym - not unlike their heartbeats that were racing along together in heated unison. There was still one other idea of how Stan could repay her that Wendy was holding onto. And as she raised a daring eyebrow and suddenly used her free hand to grab onto the belt loop of her boyfriend's jeans, she pulled his hips in towards her's, lowering her voice seductively into the empty hallway.

"Well, I'm sure you can think of some way to make all this up to me tonight then, hm?"

Instantly sensing all colour drain from his face, Stan's mouth went dry so quickly and so harshly that he couldn't even muster a response. Still giggling away his at adorable bewilderment, Wendy stood up on her toes and pecked at Stan's lips just once more before finally letting go of his hand and darting her way into the jell-o covered gym.

As he brought his fingertips up to his lips where Wendy's had just been, Stan swallowed a hard lump in his throat and slowly shook his head back and forth. He wasn't entirely sure how this disaster of a Friday afternoon ended with him being teased and tempted so sensually, but he sure as hell wasn't going to question it.

Stan was almost certain that he could convince Wendy to let him get away with murder if he really wanted to. But that didn't mean that he was willing for even a second to take for granted how much she loved him. All he wanted to focus on now was putting into action everything she had asked him to.

He was never going to doubt their relationship ever again. And he would never purposely let her down again, either.

Taking a first step towards the gym and towards whatever fateful punishment was awaiting him, Stan smirked to himself. The only reward greater than the one he was sure to receive from his beautiful girlfriend that night, was the reward of eventually getting to sit front row and supportively cheer Wendy on in her Mathletics competition. No matter what day it was rescheduled for.

End.

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