About two weeks ago, I dumped Bebe for two reasons. I recently fell in love with a guy while I was dating her. I couldn't tell her, though. I didn't have any idea how to explain to her. The other reason why I dumped her is that Bebe had changed once we got into our second year of high school. It was during her sixteenth birthday party and her parents some how allowed her to drink alcohol. She drank four cups wine, and became drunk. After a few weeks, she was still drinking, and surprisingly, she hooked up with some guy I don't know. He's a lot taller than me, brown hair, green eyes, and he's one grade higher than me. I can tell that Bebe loves that guy more than me, which doesn't bother me anymore because I've fallen my eyes on someone else.
His hair is really dark, and he often hides most of hair with his blue chullo hat. His eyes are dark blue, and whenever he looks at me he looks so sexy. He's better than Bebe's guy. And, he's also taller than me, which makes me comfortable around him when I'm close to him. Lastly, he's thin. I can't stop staring at him during class. The way he flips people off. The way he moves his bangs away from his eyes. The way he talks to me. His voice is so sexy. Though, it's been a long time since the last time he laughed at something.
Whenever I'm in a hard situation, he helps me. He says that he's always there for me when I'm struggling and I should always tell him what's going on with me. Well, now I can't. There's something I really want to tell him, but I can't. It's complicated that I can't even put it into words.
It's my feelings for Craig Tucker.
I wake up the next day feeling all tired. More tired than all the time. I totally forgot that yesterday was a Sunday and I was told to sleep early on those days before Mondays. Gods, I hate Mondays. I slept late last night without noticing it was a Sunday. I look at the alarm clock next to my bed on the table and let out a small sigh. It's only six in the morning. School doesn't start until two hours. I thought I overslept since I stayed up until two in the freaking morning.
I should just take a shower now.
I get up and grab a pair of clothes from my closet and quickly took a shower. I step out of the shower with a towel over my head just to dry my hair. I head downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a breakfast burrito. To be honest, I make these every morning. My parents think I should eat something else other than a burrito for breakfast, like waffles or something. But I don't care because I eat these every morning that I'm starting to hate other food for breakfast.
As I continue to make my breakfast burrito, something was vibrating in my back pocket. Someone is calling me. But that's unusual; nobody calls me around six in the morning, unless it's my parents. They only call me if they're coming back from out of town. I dig my hand in my back pocket from my dark, denim jeans and pull out my phone. As I quickly scan my eyes on the name of the person who is calling, my brown eyes suddenly shot wide open.
Craig is calling me.
My heart starts to beat fast. What does Craig want at this moment? I answer the phone, resting the phone on my shoulder to my ear as I wrap up my burrito.
"Hello? Craig?" I start, taking a huge bite from my burrito. Gods, it tastes so good. All this food running in my mouth.. Mmm..
"Uh, yeah. It's me, Clyde." Craig sounds like he just woke up with a soft yawn. How cute. "I just want to tell you something- Wait, are you eating? I can hear you munching and chewing.." Craig mutters softly. I swallow my food.
"I'm sorry, is it bothering you? I can stop for you." I simply say, though I don't want Craig to think I'm weird.
"No, you're fine. Anyways, I want you to meet me at the park right now."
"Why?" I ask. Why would he want me to meet him at the park?
"Reasons. Just go. Now. I'm waiting." Craig sounds like he's losing his patience with me. I don't like it when he's like that..
I grab my backpack and my burrito with me, and I head out the door.
"Alright, Craig, I'm here. What is it that you want?" I walk toward Craig, who is now leaning against the pole of the swing set.
"Finally, you're here." Craig lets out a sigh and starts to walk toward South Park High. "Follow me." He says, turning his head to look at me. I can feel my cheeks heating up a little.
I follow Craig while eating my burrito and ask, "Where are we going?". Craig stops and turns to face me.
"You'll see. This is really important, Clyde." He turns back and continues to walk to where he wants to go. I'm confused. Important? I want to ask what was so important Craig wanted to show me, but I'm afraid that he'll just get annoyed by me asking too much.
After awhile, Craig and I stop at a very familiar building. It's a place where bullies think they belong this building and tease others. South Park High. The school is okay, but the students here make Fridays better because we have fights on those days. I remember Eric getting in a fight with Wendy while we were in Elementary. That fatty master cried at the end, which makes him look like a total coward. I also remember Craig and Tweek in a fight, too. They both ended up getting hurt anyway. I was worried about Craig, though. I didn't want to see him getting hurt by another person.
Craig looks directly in my eyes, as if his eyes were completely glued to mine. He didn't even look away for a second. "Clyde, this is very important, okay? I need you to listen." He says, his usual voice turning serious. I nod, but I'm still confused.
"Look, you may have noticed already, but there's a group of bullies who hangs around the water fountain a lot. They have a list of people about who they want to take down one day." Craig pulls out something; it's all crumpled and wrinkled up, with so many blood stains. It must be the list. "I actually have it right here; it slipped out of one's bag and I took it." He then hands it to me. "The check marks beside the names are the ones who the bullies already took down." He points out. I scan my eyes on the list, with my eyes widened.
"They took down Kyle and Stan..." I said, with a worried look on my face. I remember Kyle having a cast on his arm and scratch marks on Stan's face. I never knew it was the stupid gang's fault. I continue to scan the names; Butters and Kenny also got down. This is crazy. Butters haven't been talking to any of us for about two weeks now, and Kenny's been absent for awhile. This list has so many names, they even put the girl's names. I saw Wendy's just earlier next to number 15 on the list. I still read the list until I stop at number 29. Craig just looks at me with a sigh, like he always does whenever I'm scared or angry.
"I know Clyde. I know. I hate them, too." Craig sighs again, pulling out his phone to check what time it was. I cover my mouth with my right hand and I lower down my left hand that has the list, shaking. I can feel tears rising in my eyes. I'm scared. I'm really really scared. Craig lets out a soft sigh, "Anyways, I something else to show you-" Craig stops right when he saw me; his eyes slowly grew wide. "C-Clyde, are you alright? What's wrong?" He looks worried now. There are tears streaming down my eyes, and I continue to tremble. I look down, my eyes are wide also. I hate this so much. Really.
Why did I have to be the target?