I'm going to try to show more of how Becca has been ruining Kenny's attempts to get with girls. Same with Cartman and Kyle. Also, more Gregory doing whatever it is he's trying to do. Stan and Wendy have no idea.

Chapter 10 – I Really Don't Like You

Hate is a Strong Word

Kenny walked around the main area with his hands in his pockets, looking around and generally enjoying the sights. He needed to get away from the camp for a while. The tension there was just so thick you could cut it with a knife. Why was everyone so on edge? He had no idea, but he didn't want to be a part of it.

He nodded in greeting at the goth kids who were on their way back to their own camp site. He decided to take a short cut through the vendors to go check out the lake. Maybe he could spot some hot girls swimming while he was there.

At height of the hill, Kenny could look down over the small lake. A bunch of people were happily swimming, playing and laughing. Too bad Kenny didn't bring a swimsuit. But perhaps no one would mind if he just stripped down to his boxers and got in?

Just as he was considering actually doing this, he felt someone brush up beside him and he started a bit. He looked over and saw a pretty brunette standing next to him and smiling sweetly. She fluttered her lashes at him.

"Hi there," she greeted in a slightly flirty voice, "I couldn't help but notice how handsome you are."

Kenny grinned slightly. "Oh really?" he wondered, "You're rather beautiful yourself."

The girl showed off her pretty smile. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Kenny McCormick," he replied, "And what's your name, pretty lady?"

Before she could reply, she was suddenly and rudely shoved aside by a busty blonde. Kenny groaned as Becca got in his face.

"There you are, Kenny!" Becca cooed, "I've been looking all over this place!"

"Hey!" the other girl growled, "You can't just shove me away like that!"

"Beat it, bitch, I'm talking to my man right now," Becca dismissed. The girl snarled at her and stormed off. Kenny watched her go with a despairing look before turning angrily to Becca.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" he hissed, "Scaring away every girl I talk to? Do you honestly think I would want to go out with you after pulling a stunt like that? What kind of psychopath are you?"

"The genius kind," Becca sneered, "Eventually there will be no one left, and you'll come crawling back to me."

"Good luck with that, you crazy bitch," Kenny growled. He rudely pushed past her and stormed off. Suddenly he didn't feel much like swimming anymore.

…

Kyle was so glad that Stan and Wendy were staying behind at the camp for now. That meant they could watch after the younger siblings and he could get some time alone for a change. He felt like he desperately needed it.

The red head walked through the vendors, looking at the various things they had for sale. Unlike Ike and the girls, Kyle didn't like to frivolously spend his money on the first cool thing he saw. He liked to look at everything before deciding whether or not he was going to buy something. Most of the time he didn't.

As Kyle was browsing some colorful clothes, he spotted a pretty girl across the way. Smiling, he started to walk over to go greet her when someone suddenly popped up in his face.

"Hey Kyle!" Cartman greeted happily. Kyle stopped in his tracks to stop himself from colliding with the fat teen.

"Cartman! What are you doing here?" Kyle growled, trying to see over his shoulder to keep an eye on the girl.

"Oh nothing much," Cartman replied casually, constantly moving to block Kyle's view. He smiled at the Jew. "What are you doing? Are we playing a game or something?"

"Damn it, Cartman! Get out of the way!" Kyle pushed him aside and looked to where the girl was, but it was too late. She was gone. He whipped around and glared at the fat boy. "You're the fucking worst!" he snarled. He stomped away and Cartman stared after him.

"What did I do?" he wondered stupidly.

…

"I regret agreeing to watch the kids," Stan muttered to himself. Wendy and Heidi had left to go shopping together, Tweek and Craig had also left and so had Clyde and Belle. That just left himself and Token.

Currently Ike was playing a handheld game while Karen and Tricia did each other's hair. Stan was extremely bored. He would talk to Token, but he seemed really moody. Even now he could see the brown-skinned teen brooding over on his side of the camp.

Stan really regretted forgetting to bring his guitar. He could've practiced during moments like these. And he was starting to get really good. He was writing a song for Wendy and this would've been the perfect time to practice the song since she wasn't here. But no, he had been an idiot and didn't bring it. So he was stuck sitting here doing nothing.

As he sat there bored, Stan suddenly heard someone coming towards him. He turned in his seat and scowled when he saw Gregory striding towards him, looking smug as always. He turned his back to the Brit. But that didn't stop him from coming.

"Ah! Stan!" Gregory greeted, "So, this is where you have set up shop, as it were." He let out a chuckle as if he had made some incredibly witty joke. As Stan glared at him with a side eye, Gregory looked around. "Where is the fair maiden, Wendy?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Stan growled. The Brit let out an annoying laugh.

"Oh, of course," he chuckled, "You think you can hide her from me, eh? But it will be futile in the end, my dear Stanley. I will have Wendy. And you will have nothing."

Stan glared at him, his anger growing. "Fuck off, Gregory!" he snapped, standing up, "Leave Wendy and me alone if you know what's good for you!"

Gregory smirked. "Very well. I will retreat for now. But I will return for my maiden later," he threatened in a pleasant voice that made it sound not threatening at all. Still glaring, Stan watched as Gregory walked away with his hands loosely clasped behind his back.

He waited until he was completely gone until angrily resting his head on his hand. "Man, I hate that guy," Stan muttered.

"Which guy?" asked a voice beside him, startling the shit out of him. Stan jumped slightly and looked to see Ike, Karen, and Tricia standing beside him.

"Give a man some warning next time, will ya?" Stan gasped, clutching his chest.

"Sorry," Ike said, not sounding sorry at all.

"So, who are you talking about?" Karen wondered. Stan sighed.

"It's that Gregory guy," he replied, "I don't know if you know him, but he's this transfer student we knew as kids and he keeps hitting on Wendy, even though she's not interested. And he's been threatening me."

"What an asshole!" Tricia growled, rolling up her sleeve, "I'll take care of this guy!" Before she could stomp off, though, Ike grabbed her arm.

"No, don't kick the guy's ass," he said, "That won't solve anything."

"Thanks for the sentiment, though," Stan chuckled softly, "I think Wendy and I need to settle this on our own. Like adults."

"If you say so," Karen said skeptically. Stan gave her a look but said nothing. He certainly hoped she wasn't implying that violence was the answer.

Maybe he should have a talk with Kenny about her when he got back.

…

Craig and Tweek walked through the vendors, holding hands, and looking at all the wares. Despite his nervousness from yesterday, Tweek had a smile on his face. He suddenly spotted something and started dragging Craig towards it.

"Ah! Slow down, Tweek!" he shouted.

"Look! Lookie Craig!" Tweek joyfully exclaimed, "Look at all of these journals!" He stopped in front of a display of leather-bound journals, whose pages were made from recycled materials. The covers had delightful images on the front of animals and fake gems embroided into them and flowers pressed into them. Tweek bounced up and down excitedly.

"Craig! Can I get one?" he asked, grabbing his boyfriend's arm, "Can I? Can I?"

"Do whatever you want, dear," Craig replied, smiling lightly. Tweek squealed joyfully and went over to the stand to pick out his favorite design. He watched as Tweek carefully looked over each journal before picking one that had a green gem and the image of two birds on the front. He paid for it then walked over and showed it to Craig.

"See? They're lovebirds. Like us," Tweek said. Craig grinned.

"You're so sappy, Tweek," he mused, "What are you going to draw in it?"

"Mostly landscapes," Tweek replied, "I wanted to draw the forest from our campsite."

Craig took Tweek by the hand again and they decided to check out the food vendors next. There were all different sorts of foods, more than Craig would have expected. Spicy foods, Italian foods, vegetarian food, health food, and much more, all of it made from scratch. The two decided to share some loaded curly fries (that's curly fries with cheese, sour cream, and bacon) and a fresh squeezed lemonade.

"This is really nice," Craig commented, pulling one of the fries free, "We really should've done this last year. Why didn't we?"

"Because you and Clyde spent the whole time getting stoned with a group of strangers," Tweek reminded him. Craig blushed slightly.

"Oh yeah," he muttered.

"But I don't hold it against you," Tweek assured him, "If you hadn't done that it might've taken us a lot longer to confess our love for each other."

"That's true," Craig agreed, taking a sip of lemonade.

Tweek smiled and took one of cheese smothered fries and popped it into his mouth. He looked around, glancing at all the festival goers having fun and listening to music. Then he noticed the girl. The dancing gypsy girl from before. Tweek's eyes widened.

Dammit! What was she doing here! Was she following him? Oh God! She was staring right at him! Wait, she wouldn't approach him while he was with Craig, right? Maybe he should try ignoring her? No, wait! He should point her out to Craig!

"Um, hey Craig," Tweek murmured, nudging his boyfriend, "Do you see that girl over there? That dancer girl from that group we saw earlier. You see her, right?"

Craig looked around to where Tweek was gesturing, but by this time a crowd had formed, blocking the view of the girl. Tweek gasped.

"N-No!" he exclaimed, "Sh-She was right there! I saw her!" He turned to Craig, looking desperate. "You believe me, right?"

"Of course I do," Craig replied, "But why are you so afraid, Tweek? She's just a girl."

"NNG! But she was hitting on me before!" Tweek explained, "She followed me out of the bathroom and she started flirting with me! I swear it's true!"

"Ok! Ok! Tweek! I believe you! There's no need to shout," Craig told him in a calming voice, "I didn't know that. Look, I'm with you now and I won't let anyone near you. All right?"

He leaned in and wrapped Tweek in a hug. Shaking, Tweek hugged him back, but he couldn't help but stare at the place where the girl had been.

…

Clyde sighed quietly to himself as he followed Belle around, carrying her stuff for her. She was going to every vendor that had clothes and buying hundreds of dollars in exotic clothing that Clyde was sure she was never going to actually wear. Not only that, she was buying up every piece of gaudy jewelry she could lay her hands on. And she was making Clyde carry all of it. He huffed with annoyance.

"Belle, can we please go back to the campsite?" he begged, "I'm getting tired!" Belle stopped and looked back at him.

"Oh, are you getting tired, Clyde?" she asked, "You want to go back to the campsite and leave me all by myself and have to carry all of this stuff by myself?"

Clyde stared at her. "Well, no," he replied, "You could come back to the camp with me. I mean, you've already spent a lot of money and bought so many clothes. Don't you want to save some of it?"

Belle jutted out her lower lip. Then she huffed and tossed her hair. "Fine," she muttered, folding her arms, "But you're taking me out again later. Ok? Ok." She walked past him towards the campsite and with a small sigh Clyde followed her.

Finally finished this chapter! God I hate my depression. It is not making things easier for me. Anyway, what'd you think of the chapter? A lot of bitches this time, huh? What will next time bring? Eh, I dunno.