Kyle's P.O.V

It had been a month after the incident, and everyone was still talking about it. Some people felt sorry for Wendy, others calling her a dirty slut. But no matter what, all the secrets were spilled.

Except for one involving a blonde and a red headed Jewish boy, but I didn't want to be reminded of that...

Nobody was willing to confess to changing the rumor. I had asked Craig first, and he told me the honest truth.

"I didn't tell a rumor. I just took off with the money." He said, frowning at me and walking away.

I didn't have a chance to react as he quickly flipped me off, shutting his room's door.

Trudging down the hallway, I caught sight of Cartman and Butters leaned against the wall, talking and staring at me. I could barely hear their words.

"The Jew is on the prowl again. Hide your cash!" The fatass whispered, snickering at me with his arms folded across his chest.

Butters smiled and stepped in front of me suddenly, almost causing me to trip. "Do you need a detective? Cause I'm here if you want me..."

"Uh, no, I think I'm good..." I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Oh, okay..." He muttered, stomping back to his spot sadly.

I rolled my eyes and continued across the hallway, jumping down the stairs and running through the courtyard, finally arriving at the girl's dorm.

There were a few grunts I heard in the hallway, followed by some soft moaning. So I could tell it would be a bad idea to open the door to Wendy's room.

My suspicions were proven correct. I saw Stan and Wendy in bed, sheets covering their naked bodies. Stan was moving up and down, which suggested something very obvious.

And it wasn't push-ups.

My room mate glared at me. "Dude, can you wait outside? I'm trying to calm her down."

I laughed. "Yeah, just hurry up."

The moans became louder and longer, finally reaching their climax. Then everything went silent, and Stan came out in a green t-shirt and jeans.

"What do you need?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Can I talk to Wendy?"

"Sure." Stan opened the door and led me inside. The black haired girl sat on her bed, wearing a pink bra and denim shorts.

She raised her head. "Hey."

"Hey. I know i'm delayed on this problem, but I think I know who changed the rumor."

"Who?" Wendy said, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

I paused a minute for more drama.

"Cartman."

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