It Could Be You

Chapter 1 - Ditch

By: StalkerDex

(Author's Note: I will still be working diligently on my other story BUT I need a little break from it so I'm starting this one to relieve the stress of it all! Now, I know Craig's mom isn't actually named but I've seen various sources online suggesting it may be Diane so I'm going to go ahead and go with that.)

Loud rock and roll music blared from Craig Tucker's truck as he drove at what felt like the speed of light to Wendy Testaburger. She hadn't wanted to go with him but, well, there was just something about him. He was so goddamn charming he could practically get anything he wanted if he set his mind to it. He was almost as convincing as that asshole Cartman; almost. However, the key difference between the two of them was that he was dark, mysterious and admittedly sexy.

"Can you slow down!" she demanded, her heart pounding heavily with denied excitement.

Craig puffed on his cigarette carelessly, his piecey raven black hair blowing about in the wind. He didn't say a word, rather, he stepped on the gas pedal even harder, causing Wendy's petite body to slam back into her seat. Her heart started to pound harder as her breathing became erratic; she was frightened.

"Jesus Craig! Slow the fuck down!" she demanded, finding herself in utter disbelief that she'd allowed herself to be in this situation in the first place.

At the shrill and incredibly irritating threat of Wendy's voice Craig immediately slammed on the breaks, causing his car to squeal and start to spin out violently.

"Fuck!" Wendy screamed, slamming her eyes shut and grabbing onto the door handle, struggling to keep her small frame from flying across the car.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion for the both of them as the car spun around a few times, each of them experiencing very different emotions. Wendy was, of course, terrified as the bright reflections of headlights shined towards her from the snow and trees around them. Craig, on the other hand, felt his heart begin to race as the overwhelming excitement of possible death overcame him, his cigarette dropping from his hand onto the floor. His face appeared to be in a state of absolute thrill for several seconds. However, for whatever reason, he suddenly remembered he had precious cargo beside him, causing him to somewhat panic and struggle to regain control of the erratic vehicle.

"CRAIG!" Wendy screamed, grabbing his leg out of panic as he jerked the wheel causing the car to run off of the road and slam into a snow filled ditch. Both of their necks snapped forwards at the sudden impact, Wendy's head actually hitting the dashboard as her seatbelt failed to restrain her.

"Oh fuck…" Craig suddenly said having witnessed it.

She immediately started to wail as she put her hand to her head, blood immediately flowing from her forehead onto her trembling hands.

"Shit," Craig continued to mutter as he unbuckled himself and lifted up his cup holder, sliding himself into the hidden middle seat as he quickly slammed his fist into the radio, turning it off.

"Fuck are you okay?" he asked as he hurriedly touched her arms, urging her to show him the injury.

Wendy continued to cry and shake uncontrollably, still in shock and horror at the accident they'd just endured. However, as Craig pried at her arms and hands she reluctantly allowed him to gently remove them and expose the injury.

"Shit…" he mumbled again as he quickly opened his glove box, locating a small package of tissues. He opened it up and pulled a handful out before softly brushing some of Wendy's matted black hair out of her face and dabbing the injury with the tissue. Tears were still flowing down her beautiful face as she continued to cry, though she'd calmed herself somewhat.

"Fuck…are you okay? Seriously, Wendy…I'm sorry…" he rambled, genuinely regretting having put her in that situation. He did that rather often when he was alone or even occasionally when he was with Clyde, but he'd never done something like then when he'd had a girl with him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Why would you do that!" she demanded, though not bothering to push him away. She figured he at least could assess her injury after that whole episode.

"I…I don't know. I'm sorry, Wendy, really…" he apologized as he continued to dab her head carefully. He didn't want to hurt her.

"God…I don't even know why I came out here with you! I don't even like you!" she continued, suddenly feeling really pissed towards him.

Craig didn't bother to acknowledge her rather snide comment as he finished dabbing the injury, pulling the tissues back to see how bad the injury was. Her light, almost amethyst colored eyes scanned Craig's face, waiting to hear his analysis.

"Is it bad?" she asked, suddenly having quieted and calmed down significantly.

"No…it's not too bad…just a small scratch. Way more blood than actual damage," he said as he smirked at her charmingly.

She let out a small sigh, allowing her shoulders to drop a bit as she looked towards her companion, somewhat defeated.

"I'm sorry…" he said once more, wadding up the tissues and placing them back into the glove box along with the clean ones.

"Ew…are you seriously going to keep those there?"

"Well…yeah. I guess. I dunno. Why?"

Wendy rolled her eyes before looking towards him again.

"Why did you ask me out tonight?" she asked, gathering her wild hair behind her head and sliding a ponytail holder off of her wrist and into her hair, pulling it tight.

Craig leaned into the seat a bit, letting out a small sigh as his adrenaline started to wear off.

"I dunno. I just wanted to hang out with you."

Wendy tilted her head a bit, looking him over skeptically as she spoke, "you know I'm with Stan, Craig."

"Yeah, I know," he said, shrugging it off and averting his eyes to his lap.

As Wendy looked him over she couldn't help but notice the fact that his nonchalant attitude was getting to her. He was so goddamn smug; sitting there acting like he didn't care whether he had her or not; wearing that stupid black leather jacket, dark blue, skin tight shirt, skinny jeans and black chucks. He was such a dick.

"I see you checkin' me out, Testaburger," he teased as he smirked arrogantly towards her, pulling his pack of cigs from his jacket and lighting one up.

"I see you checking me out too, Tucker," she retorted.

He chuckled a bit as he puffed on his cigarette, his light blue eyes making themselves obvious as he looked her body up and down lustfully. She couldn't help but blush as she felt him observing her, noting that she probably shouldn't have gone with the small black tank top and skinny jeans. She was only feeding the fire and it was a dangerous one.

"Yeah, well…it's kind of hard not to. You're the hottest girl at school," he replied, returning his gaze to her face, "I never understood what you're doing with that douche bag Stan. You're too good for him."

Wendy rolled her eyes before leaning forward and holding her hand out.

"Give me a hit of that."

Craig raised his eyebrows, smiling at her with that boyish grin of his.

"You know this is, like…unhealthy…have you ever even smoked?"

"Yes, dumbass, I know!" she retorted, leaning forward and snatching it from his hand, taking a sizeable drag from it before leaning backwards and tilting her head, slowly exhaling.

Craig nodded at her, thoroughly impressed.

"Okay, okay…fair enough."

She smirked at him as she lifted her legs to her chest and wrapped her free arm around it.

"What's your problem with Stan, anyway?"

"Pffffttt…a better question is what isn't my problem with Stan."

"Oh stop it," Wendy warned, taking another drag of the cigarette before handing it outwards.

Craig leaned forward and took it from her, quickly reaching out his free hand and grabbing hold of hers. She scoffed at him before jerking her hand away from him and leaning backwards again, folding her arms across her chest.

"Hands off, Tucker."

Craig sighed before leaning into his seat and killing off the cigarette. Wendy watched curiously as he lifted the bottom of his jeans up, exposing a small, circular, reddened area of skin.

"Jesus…what's that from? It looks pretty bad."

Craig looked towards her with those crystal blue eyes of his before smirking, blowing the smoke out of his mouth and pressing the still lit cigarette to the reddened area.

"Oh my god…you're stupid. Why would you do that?" Wendy asked, genuinely appalled.

Craig shrugged, "I dunno. I kinda like it."

Wendy shook her head, widening her eyes in exasperation, "you're kind of strange, aren't you?"

Craig smiled and nodded, "yeah. I guess so."

A long moment of silence passed between them before Wendy let out a sigh and leaned forward, allowing herself to sit Indian Style.

"So…seriously, Craig. What's the deal? Why are we out here?"

Craig looked her over for a second before leaning forward and touching his hand to her head once more, seemingly examining the wound from earlier. However, as his fingers brushed her forehead he gently slid them down her face and stopped as he softly placed the rest of his hand to her cheek. She blinked at him with those lavender eyes of hers, seeming to be intrigued.

"I like you, that's why."

"No you don't. You just don't like Stan so you're trying to mess with him through me."

Craig tilted his head, somewhat acknowledging the truth to her statement.

"Yeah, okay…fair enough. But you have to admit, you wouldn't have come out here if you weren't a little interested," he said as he slid his hand downwards, trailing her collarbone with his fingers.

"Fair enough…" she said quietly, her breathing becoming shallow, "but I won't cheat on Stan, no matter how hard you try."

Craig smirked at her as he removed his hand from her collarbone and placed both of his hands on her hips, leaning himself closer.

"What if you don't do anything?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked, genuinely confused amidst the new territory.

"You know…like…I could get you off. You don't have to do anything."

"Fuck off, Craig. Jesus…aren't you with Bebe?" she said as she pushed him away once more. He complied, leaning against the seat again. She was a feisty one.

"There's a big difference between with and banging."

"Ugh…you're so gross," she said, turning her attention out the window, "so can we get the car out of here, then?"

Craig let out a sigh as he also looked out the front window. He hoped to Christ he could get out of there. His father would be none-to-thrilled if he found out about this little debacle.

"I dunno…let me see," he said, suddenly very focused on getting the car out. He really had no desire to get busted.

Wendy immediately sat forward and buckled herself in, not wanting to be unbuckled if Craig were to drive. Clearly he was insane.

Craig also buckled up before turning his keys and starting the car.

"Well…that's a good sign," he said, acknowledging the fact that it'd started.

Wendy nodded in agreement, watching as he put the truck in reverse. She mentally crossed her fingers, not wanting to be stuck in the snow with this nutcase all night. Much to the relief of them both, the small truck immediately made it's way out of the ditch and back to the road.

Wendy let out a sigh of relief before adjusting herself in the seat, wanting to get more comfortable. Craig was very careful to obey the speed limits after scaring the hell out of Wendy, much to her relief. It wasn't long before he reached her house, pulling into her driveway quietly so as not to disturb her family; it was pretty late.

As he pulled up he put the car in park, smiling warmly at her.

"You have a good night, Wendy. And if you ever need that sweet pussy of yours licked you give me a call, alright?"

Wendy rolled her eyes before opening her door. However, before she got out she paused, looking curiously towards Craig. He stared at her blankly, not sure what she was doing.

"Fuck it," she said, exasperated, as she scooted towards him and planted a somewhat flirtatious kiss on his cheek.

He wanted more, but he could tell he was going to have to take it easy with her so he simply smirked at her before watching her hop out of the car and bounce off towards her house.

Jesus. She was a pistol.