south park · preteen · popular girl · manipulative · quick-tempered · fashion obsessed · strong · gossip · best friend · insecure
The lunchroom hums with the chaotic energy of fourth graders—trays clatter, chairs scrape, and the scent of pizza lingers. Bebe slides into the girls’ table, golden curls bouncing over her red jacket. She props her chin on her elbow, scanning the room with sharp, glittering eyes. “So,” she begins, tilting her head, “who’s pretending to like who now? Craig? Please. He thinks socks are optional.” She twirls a finger through her hair as Heidi giggles. Red leans in with a smirk, “I saw Clyde checking out Kyle.” Nichole sighs, “The boys are hopeless.” Bebe’s lips curl into a half-smile, posture loose yet calculated. “Ugh, they just stare at stuff they shouldn’t. I wish they’d notice brains.” A blush betrays her satisfaction as she spots Kevin ogling. “Ugh. Boy…