Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, wish I did, but I don't. It's owned by Matt and Trey.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I ended up decided to rewrite the story changing a few things. Mostly because I forgot a bit of the story along with losing the rest of the story. So I'm rewriting it so I can get back into it. Ps. Sorry for the wait had a lot going on that I couldn't get down to writing more..plus as I said I lost the rest of the story..soo….yeah. Here it is!

Pairing: Stan and Craig (aka Staig/Cran)

Craig POV:

Math class...Stupid. Teacher..don't get me started. I began to just try to scribble down some notes for class, but can't even learn anything with this guy teaching. So deciding I couldn't get any benefit to learning in this class I put on my headphones to just doze off in thought. If you couldn't really tell I'm bored as fuck in this class. The "teacher" if you even want to consider him one, is honestly just annoying the hell out of me. How the hell did he even get his degree when he obviously sucks. Guess the school board decided to hire an amatuer who printed out his "degree" when let's face it, he sucks. I mean I would speak up and tell him that he can't teach for the life of him, but then again I don't want to go to the principal's office for the thousandth time. I mean I get they love my pretty face, but I can't just bare with all the nagging from the principle anymore. I might even blow a gasket.

God this guy is really annoying. God this guy pisses me off. Don't get me wrong, I can block his voice easy…but his voice is screechy as fuck and his person…his person is just annoying. I might as well shoot myself now. He also tries to hard to be "hip" with all the "cool" kids, but really he's just making a fool out of himself. He honestly looks like he still lives with mother and she's the one dressing him up to look "nicely" for all the students. I try my best to ignore his loud screechy obnoxious voice by raising the volume on my ipod and just let my gaze wander on the students in the class before I commit mass homicide. As my eyes wanders it is caught by a ravonette boy with his signature red and blue poof ball hat, well with a few new modifications on it. That's right, the famous jock of my shit hole of a school, well-loved, the one and only Stan Marsh.

Do I like him?

Ha ha.

Hell. Fucking. No.

Marsh can my dick. Literally. That's probably all that faggot does is suck cock for a living. Even though Marsh is the "beloved" jock of the school he looks like a total emo kid for the past year. It's odd to be honest, but do I care? Nope. He's a douche-bag.

The Douche-bag.

See here's the thing. He and his friends scammed me of my birthday money in elementary; one-hundred bucks to be exact. Oh and guess what else, the jerks still haven't paid me back yet.

Assholes.

Anyways marsh (see what I did there. He doesn't even deserve to have a capital M. Why? Well that's simple. IT doesn't even fucking deserve it. Oh, look, I called It and It!) is the leader of his group. Consisting of three other dicks and It is the vagina skank of the group.

Wait no, that's offensive to vaginas and skanks.

Alright there's It, Broflovski, Kenny (he's actually not much of a douche. That guy is actually pretty cool. I switch with his name depending on my mood or just the mood in general though, Kenny or just McCormick), and fat-ass (that's right Eric Cartman. Douche sucking pussy, I hate him… Sadly he comes in handy sometimes, even if he's a crazy psycho-horse shit). Last but not least, Kyle Broflovski. Kyle and it have been best friends for years, but from what I can tell they haven't been seen together that often as of late. Weird as it is a lot of people thought they were fags for one another, yet they haven't been together. Bet it's cause one of them confessed to the other and got rejected. Bet it was Marsh.

Just thinking of Marsh and his friends and all the trouble they cause just adds gasoline to the fire (or whatever that saying is). I mean I used to be a semi-good kid. Well minus all the detentions I got and the fact that I would cause some trouble, but that's besides the point. The point is when they used to get in trouble they would always blame me and well to be frank total dicks. Causing me to stand up, flip them off and tell them to go fuck themselves and start fights with them when they would even look or start anything. By this point I'm sending daggers to the back of his head hoping it does something to the jerk…

Ha! I hope you feel uncomfortable as I burn lasers (I wish I could do that again, but on my own will this time) through the back of your head, you emo bitch. No, I'm not offending emos, they're not bad, they're actually interesting kids. Seriously though, he is a total emo kid. Which still makes me wonder why he's even on the football team. I mean don't they tell you you have to look like "men" and not like a pussy? He even has the stereotypical emo bangs and outfits. Honestly I'm shocked no one has even beaten him up or rejected him for it yet. Not counting me of course. Also I kind of thought emo kids don't play sports…but that's probably me going with the stereotypes, after all this entire goddamn town is filled with stereotypes. Anyways I'm the only person who actually beats the guy up, not for being emo, no wait, I beat that pussy up for being a dick. Well at least he's man enough to fight back, especially before, I'll give him that. Even though oddly enough he's been avoiding trying to start fights as of late...weirdo.

I just continue to glare until I see a note being put onto his desk by…Clyde? What the hell?! Why did my bro just pass Marsh a note? You're all probably thinking someone gave him the note to pass right? Well no, I'm the only one behind Clyde and the row we sit in is the last row in the class, so no neighbors unless you count the other mindless zombies on the right. Plus why would Marsh look at Clyde like that…

The hell...I continue to watch with a semi-confused face. Well as much as I can show right now of course. Wait what?! Why is my bro and Marsh blushing?! Seriously what the hell are those guys writing to each other about?!

Okay no… I got to keep my cool… I try my best to put my impassive face back on instead of showing any emotions on the situation I am currently watching happen before my eyes…wait…

What?! Why the hell am I even getting annoyed anyways? Why is this getting on my nerves? I mean they're both on the football team, so it should be normal and expected that they speak to each other, right? I look back closely at them, but, but what they're doing doesn't look like average notes talk. No way are they sending each other ordinary notes with those looks on their faces.

I do my best to look away and look down at my lap. Wait shit. Why am I clenching my fists so tight? I shake my head a bit. What the hell is wrong with me right now. I try to find logical things to why I might be angry…maybe…maybe I just don't want Marsh to get his fag germs on Clyde?

Yeah, that's has to be it. There's no other way it could be anything else, so that's most likely it. That's why I'm reacting this way. I'm just looking out for my bro! I sigh in relief just in time to hear the bell ring signaling that it's lunch time.

Shit, how long have I been in deep thought about this? I shrug it off and gather up my belongings and shove it in my shoulder bag still feeling utterly annoyed for some strange reason. I stand up and walk out the door heading for my crappy locker. I put in the combo as Tweek Tweak comes up to me and waits trying to start small talk while I shove most of my things in my locker.

"C-Craig? Did I, ugh, say s-something wrong? Gah!" Tweek tries to say. It catches my attention making me come out of my irritated thoughts. Shrugging I end up slamming my damn locker shut muttering a "lets go" while marching off with a nervous Tweek following behind heading straight to the cafeteria.