Craig kissed me hard. He pushed up against me. His tongue whipped against my mouth. I gasped for air in between. His hands traveled all over my body. He pushed me up against the beams of the bleacher we were behind. I knew we didnt have much time for lunch, so Craig was going to act fast. Craig hand traveled past my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers. I shudder. He bites and sucks on my neck at the same time. Before I could react Craig turned me around. I grabbed the beams. He pulled down my pants. I let out a shaky breath. Suddenly a cold wet feeling is pressed against me. I let out a moan.

"Got to find your sweet spot." Craig snaked, as he put his finger deeper in me.

My hands tighten on the beams. I try to relax. In voluntary sounds come out of me. Eventually feeling that he has done enough Craig fingers slip out. I hold onto the bar in anticipation for the next thing. I feel his dick at my back entrance. I take one big breath. Then I feel it shoved in.

I see white dots in my eyes before I let a loud cry. Craig moans out too. He gets himself deep in me. Then he sits there for a bit. I am panting. He slowly starts moving his cock in me. I try to tighten up. Craig starts picking up speed pushing in and out. I yelp moan and pant as he pushes and exits. Suddenly the speed picks up and he begins pounding hard on me. I swing my head up. Craig hand wraps around to my exposed chest. He pinches my nipples and I helplessly hold on to the beam.

"I am going to cum..." Craig whisper at me. I close my eyes.

Craig pulls out of me and I drop to my knees still holding the beam. I roll over to see Craig dick in my face. Craig is rubbing it hard. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. One of my arms is wrapped around the beam. I can feel the snow underneath me.

"RRRRR!" Craig lets out. I open my eyes and see his cum dripping down his dick off his hand and into the snow. Craig takes a step back and tries to control his breath.

We stay still for a while breathing heavily. Eventually Craig fixes himself up and walks over to me.

"C'mon, Tweenkie" Craig says reach out his hand to me.

I take one more breath before grabbing his hand. Craig pulls me and I fall into him. My legs wobbled. Craig held me feeling my body. His mischievous hand start gliding down towards my still exposed ass. With what little strength I have I pushed away. Craig just gives me a devilish smile.

"Fine, after school then."

I ignore him as I pull up my pants. Craig walks over to me and puts his hand on my cheek. "C'mon lets go see what everyone up to."

I follow Craig out of the bleachers. We walk over to where our group hangs out at lunch. The guys where all just hanging around talking on a bench. Craig walks over to them and sits down. I walk over, but I didn't sit since my ass was hurting.

"Hey, Tweek. Want to sit here?" Kyle offered.

I shook my head. "Uh, no I am fine. I have been sitting all day ya know." I tried to cover.

"Where were you guys?" Clyde asked Craig.

"Sucking each other off." Cartman sneered.

Craig flipped Cartman off.

Before more could be said the bell rang ending lunch. Craig got up and walked to me.

"See you after school." Craig said. I nodded. He then walked off towards his next class.

I took a breath before turning and heading to my next class.

"Hey Tweek."

I turned around and saw my friend the red headed jew following me.

"Hey dude." I said to Kyle.

Kyle walked close to me. He looked at me with a serious look. "You okay, dude?"

I looked at him. Kyle had been supportive throughout my relationship with Craig. He was the only one I trusted to tell him what was happening. When, in freshman year of high school, that I fell for Craig. Kyle advised me to tell him. When I felt pressure about having sex for the first time. Kyle eased me about it. Now Kyle was helping me with my latest problem in my relationship.

I let out a sigh. "We did it again at the bleachers."

Kyle nodded. Kyle never seemed to judge me no matter what story I had.

"It's just..." I sighed. "That is all we do. I mean I am a guy and even I think we do it too much. Not to mention..." I reach up and touched the sore hickey on my neck. "It's always so rough."

"Dude, you need to tell him." Kyle said to me. I looked to the side.

"I know, but it's hard to say to Craig." I said feeling nervous.

"Dude, he is dominating you. That is not a relationship. You need to have communication." Kyle began his speech. I knew he was right but I didn't want to hear it.

"I know thanks." I cut off Kyle. I walked into class. I shared it with Kyle. We sat down at our desks.

"You can always leave." Kyle said. I turned and looked at him. I was felt shocked. I couldn't even think of how to respond. Before I could, the bell rang signaling the beginning of class.

I sat through the class thinking. Could I really leave? I worked so hard to get in the relationship. We have been together for a couple of years, and I loved him... But now after what Kyle said I couldn't help but second guess myself.

I always blindly trusted Kyle advise. So it would be difficult to just ignore his comment. I thought back about Craig. Could I leave? Should I leave? These were loaded questions and no simple answer could solve them. My stomach turn as I internally debated with myself.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ending the class. I stood up and waved bye to Kyle. Kyle just showed me a concerned look. I walked by, trying not to pay too much attention to him. I still needed to think about it all. I was on my way to my last class when someone jumped in front of me. I jumped slightly and when I recognized it to be Craig I flinched.

"Hey Tweenkie." Craig smiled.

"Hey, dude whats up?" I asked confused. His last class was on the other side of the building.

Craig leaned up against the wall. "I got detention."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Craig had a knack at getting detention.

"I wont be able to drive you home today."

"That's OK." I eased a bit.

Craig eyed me for a second. I tried to stare back and see what was going on in his brain. Craig pushed himself off the wall. "I will see you later, Tweeker." Craig placed his hand on my head and ruffled my messy hair. Then he walked off. I bit my lower lip. I felt conflicting thought go through my head. I walked to my last class. All class I didn't pay attention. Instead I focused on understanding how I felt.

My phone interrupted my thoughts. I discretely pulled it out and looked at it.

"After I get out of detention I will come over. Lets go out tonight. I am thinking the diner."

-Craig

I looked at the text taking it in. Craig was normally an asshole. But he did have a sweet side. The reason I fell for him was because he was straight forward, honest and there was a lot more to him then what was on the surface. But now that we have been dating for a while, the magic has become dull. And flaws not seen before were glaring now. But does that mean its time to leave? I sent a text back.

"Sure"

I closed my phone and turned my attention to the class. I couldn't focus though. My head kept going back to the glaring question of "is it over?"

The bell rang and I was quick to leave. I went to my locker and grabbed my skate board from it. I walked down the hall. I shot some waves and hi-fives to people before exiting the school. I was about to leave the court yard when my eye caught sight of something that made me stop. Wendy and Stan were making out in the corner of the court yard. I tried not to creep on them or stare for too long but I couldn't help feeling envious. The two had been dating way longer then me and Craig. They had there highs and low but for the most part they always seemed so happy. But what I was most envious about was how sweet and gentle Stan was being with Wendy.

I snapped myself out of it and tried to push onward. I dropped my board on the ground and hopped on it. I pushed myself forward and felt the wind brush across me and tousle my messy hair. My head went through thought after thought.

All relationships have problems, but how do you know if a problem warrants a break up? What if this feeling is on temporary? And if I ignore it would it go away, or am I just riding into denial? Is this too much thought for this? Wasn't love supposed to be easy?

Time seemed to go by fast as I arrived back to my house. I was so deep in thought I didn't even remember the ride over. I walked into my house and called out. There was no answer. Both my parents were at work. I felt a little relieve that Craig wasn't here. He always like to take advantage when my parents weren't home. I walked up the stairs and started a bath. Warm bath helped my sore muscles. While the bath was filling I walked downstairs to grab a cup of coffee.

People say I act more and more like my dad everyday. I wasn't a spaz like i use to be in elementary school. I got use to the coffee and became mellow from it. The only problem is that if i didn't have at least two cups of coffee per day I was completely useless. I opened the fridge and saw my cold brew had finished brewing in the fridge. I took a swig from it. I hope the coffee would bring me together and help me calm down my crazy thoughts.

I took my bath and finished my coffee, yet I still felt weighed down by everything. I walked into my messy room. Went over to my dresser and got dressed in black jeans, a grey stripped shirt and a olive green jacket. After that I flopped myself down on my bean bag. I stretched and ease myself on the bean bag chair. I thought back about relationships until my eyes started feeling heavy and I began to drift off to sleep. The last thing I thought about before I fell to sleep, was how gentle Stan seemed.