I wanna strangle him.

I really wanna strangle him.

"Kyle, ple-eeease!"

With a sigh, I slowly closed my eyes, my brows furrowed together in annoyance. "Kenny, I told you already. The answer is 'no' and it will remain as a 'no,' so fuck off." My eyelids lifted up halfway, my eyes looking down at the sandwich that was currently in my right hand. I was holding the snack up to my chest and a few inches away from my body. My dark, emerald green irises stared down to the recent bite mark I had made into it.

I heard a huff come from beside me, causing my head to turn towards the sound, my eyebrows still stitched together. I was met with the sight of a pouting, cross-armed Kenny, his brows moved together towards each other just like mine were. This resulted in my eyes to roll and for my brows to pull apart.

"You never do shit, Kyle."

My eyes moved back onto the orange parka wearing boy, whose hoodie was down, allowing me to see his face perfectly. I just know that my expression turned soft once I got a good look of his face.

Kenny's sky blue eyes were partially conceal by his dirty blonde bangs, but I could still see that they were slightly narrowed at me. The emotion showing in those irises of his were containing nothing but the emotions of seriousness, irritation and care. His lips were firmly pursed together in a tight line, his eyebrows still furrowed to the other.

I shifted my gaze downwards, catching notice of Kenny's arms no longer being crossed over his chest but instead were resting by his side as his hands grabbed the front edge of the bench we were sitting on. Returning my head back to look ahead of me, my sight was fixed onto the view of other students either walking towards lunchroom tables, the lunch line, or heading out of the cafeteria Kenny and I were currently located at. I opened my mouth to respond to him.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Ken."

The sound of Kenny's sigh effected in me raise a brow and glance over to him, my head rotating slightly towards him.

"Kyle, c'mon, please go with me to the party Friday night. I want you to do something for once. Something fun!" His expression changed to one filled with plead and desperateness. I frowned, my eyes narrowed at my parka wearing friend.

"Studying for tests and exams is fun, Kenneth."

The blonde merely lifted his hand up and pointed his index finger towards me. "Don't call me that, and that's utter bullshit, Kyle." He frowned and put his hand down, his blue eyes following my movements as I brought the nearly forgotten sandwich to my mouth and took a bite from it. "We both know that even you think doing nothing but study is boring as hell." He frowned a bit more causing my own frown to deepen in size. "I know and you know that you want to go with me to the party, so just say 'yes'already."

By the time Kenny was done speaking, I had finished chewing the food in my mouth. Sighing through my nose, I turned my head back ahead of me, my hand reached over to place my sandwich down onto my plate. I mentally debated in my head whether or not to go, listing out the pros and cons on going to the party. A soft, warm smile expressed itself onto my facial features, as I rotated my body towards the blonde. My eyes closed shut as my head tilted to the side, my voice cheerful.

"I refuse to go."

"What?! Kyle!"

Groaning, I opened my eyes, revealing green irises that lightly glared at my friend while my smile faded. "Kenny, I'm not going, and that's that!" I firmly yelled, resulting in some students to turn their attention towards the blonde and I. Kenny pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing even more at me. I could tell that the poor boy's gaze was scanning over my facial expression which, I can affirm anyone that saw it, contained annoyance.

"I know why you don't wanna go, green eyes." Kenny's reply caused me to stop glaring at him, and to raise a brow. He turned his head away from me and placed his arms on top of the lunchroom table before crossing them. His eyes flicked between different individuals in the cafeteria, watching them do whatever they had to do. "You're afraid."

I scoffed, my eyes rolling in their sockets. "Of what, exactly?"

Kenny rotated his head back towards me, his expression blank. "Of running into him."

I could feel my heart stop beating as my breath hitched in my throat once the words slipped out of Kenny's mouth and travel inside my ears for my brain to process.

Him.

The boy that no longer goes by a name, but a mere pronoun now.

Him.

The boy that stopped hanging out with me ever since the incident in seventh grade.

Him.

The motherfucking asshole that just canceled our friendship just because I didn't follow his demands.

"Judging by how you acted, I assume I am correct, Kyle?"

My tense body that I was unaware of it stiffening, relaxed, my heart once again regaining its steady beating as my breathing returned to normal. A cold, harsh glare was directed towards Kenny, who had an arched brow.

"I'm not afraid of that asshole." I lowly growled. Kenny merely scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Ri-iiight." He emphasized the words as his head turned back ahead of him.

"I'm serious, Kenny," I stated with anger, my upper and lower rows of teeth grinding together. "I am not scared of him. He means nothing to me, and he doesn't affect my life anymore."

Without even a single glance tossed towards me, Kenny replied. "If that is so, then go to the party with me Friday night. Prove to me that your words are true in meaning and that he really does not affect your life."

I had stopped gritting my teeth together by the time Kenny had finished speaking, and instead had pursed my lips in thought as my brows furrowed together as I considered on going or not for the second time that day.

Was I really afraid of that boy? No, I am not, and I never was. The only thing I feared when it came to him was what he would do or say if we saw one another. It is because of that which makes me tremble in fear. Not him.

I knew that going to the party would heighten the chances of me running into him, therefore making me have to deal with the possibility that we might interact with each other, therefore bring back the topic of me fearing what would happen if that situation were to take place.

But as of right now, the only thing I really cared about was proving Kenny wrong.

I am going to that party and I am going to show Kenny that I am not afraid of that kid. He is no longer apart of me, therefore he does not affect my choices and how I live my life.

Not anymore.

"Well then, Kenny," I began, my brows detaching themselves from the other. "I-"

"Jew! Twink!"

I let out a frustrated groan from not only being interrupted, but for Kenny and I being called such a name by no other than Eric Cartman who was being followed by Leopold Stotch and Tweek Tweak (who both seemed to be in a very deep and focused conversation with one another about garden gnomes. Again.)

My friends and I had preferred to call the horrible name-caller by his surname just because we found that calling someone "Cartman" was much more kick-ass then calling someone "Eric" back when we were only kids. The name choice stuck with us ever since. We had also chosen another name for Leopold, and that was the name "Butters." I cannot seem to remember as to why we started calling him "Butters," of all names but we did. It was better than Leopold, that was for sure.

My eyes had closed shut, hand coming up to my chest in a form of a clenched fist. My brows were furrowed and my upper and lower row of teeth were grounded against each other while a low growl originated from my throat. At this point, I think it was safe to say that the vain on my forehead was throbbing and was very noticeable.

Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that Cartman had sat down across of me at our lunch table (Tweek and Butters must have sat down as well). The heavy footsteps and the huff of breaths from him trying to lift his fat legs over the bench gave it away.

"What do you want, fatass?!"

I could not help but just yell. I am just so . . . irritated and annoyed. I have always been those two things when it came to Cartman. I know that he has called me a Jew for years, but that only makes it worst. For him to still be calling me that name which bothered me to no end, for reasons I, myself, don't even know, and for me to think - no, to hope that he would have grown up and stopped calling me that.

My green eyes were shown to the world once again in the form of a glare when my eyelids had lifted up upon hearing the sneer that was thrown my way by the overweight, brown haired boy who wasn't wearing his typical turquoise beanie with a yellow pom pom and folded brim for whatever the reason I didn't care for that point in time.

"Oi!" He exclaimed, his eyes narrowed at me as he put his right elbow down onto the table top, his fat right index finger pointing right at me. "I'm not fat, you fucking Jew!"

I scoffed, feeling my eyes roll in their sockets after clenching my fist and crossing my arms over my torso. "Quit bullshitting, we all know you're fucking fat!"

Cartman's red cheeks puffed out, his icy glare becoming harsher as the seconds went by as the fat fuck thought of some half-assed insult. During this short moment of silence between Cartman and I, I heard Kenny greet the two blondes, who in my peripheral vision, found themselves sitting in front of the dirty, perverse blonde (Tweek) and beside him (Butters).

"Hey Buttercup. Hey Tweek."

Butters waved (I am not sure as to why he did considering that he is literally sitting next to Kenny, but whatever, its Butters) and smiled happily at Kenny with a simple, "Hey Ken!" while Tweek simply twitched and smiled shyly at the oldest blonde in greeting.

"No I am not!" Ah, so Cartman had finally come up with something. "Quit calling me fat you fucking ginger, Jew Chucky, motherfucker!"

I barked out a harsh, bitter, devoid of mirth laugh at the insult Cartman threw my way.

Ginger, Jew Chucky, motherfucker?

I'm not gonna lie. That was a good one.

I uncrossed my arms and placed them beside my lunch plate - that had my now forgotten sandwich patiently waiting on it - palms flat against the cold and dirty tabletop. With my upper body leaning forward and my eyes narrowed at a crossed-armed Cartman, I hissed out my response to his hateful comment and demand.

"Listen here, you tub of fat-"

"What the fuck did I just say?! Don't call me fat!"

I tried to speak and finish my previous sentence several times, but Cartman continued to interrupt me with, "Jew. Jew. Jew. What did I say? Don't call me fat. Jew. Jew." after every effort of continuing. So of course, during this time, I was able to hear more of Kenny, Butters, and Tweek's conversation.

"So Tweek, where's your boyfriend?" Kenny asked as he uncrossed his right arm from his left in order to stand it up on his elbow of the cafeteria furniture and place his chin on his open palm. His blue eyes stared at the spazzy teen curiously, watching as the other boy reached a hand up to grab at a the end of lose hair strand near his right ear. The simple unconscious act made by Tweek resulted in Kenny and myself to see a flash of light being reflected on Tweek's right ear lobe and helix. I had to actually stop trying to speak to Cartman for a few seconds and do a double take to see if what I saw was actually what I saw.

They were piercings.

Tweek had piercings on his right ear. A small black male stud on his lobe and an ear weaving piercing which was a number of piercings that are attached to each other with the aid of a single piece of jewelry. This type of piercing was commonly created in the shape of a spiral, making the ear penetration worth it because of its enchanting charm.

It fits him well, but it still doesn't change the fact that those weren't there before. He must have gotten his ear pierced recently.

The piercings stood out so well against Tweek's pale complexion and short, messy, light yellow hair which stood out against his dull outfit of a dark green, long-sleeved, denim shirt, black skinny jeans, and mostly green and slightly white Adidas Campus High Tops. Even with the dark clothing Tweek usually wears, his new piercings should have stood out quite well and I'm surprised that I didn't take notice the moment I saw him, Butters and Satan come this way.

Acknowledgement aside, I cannot help but wonder when Tweek got those piercings. I hardly see Tweek in the mornings before lunch, and I only have Advanced Placement English 2 with him in the afternoon. It's Monday today, and I am pretty sure that he didn't have those earrings Friday afternoon, meaning that he got it over the weekend.

"O-Oh, uh, he is talking to - ack!" Tweek closed his eyes tightly and tugged forcibly on the strand that he had his fingers wrapped around. "He's t-talking to Mr. Garrison after class be-because he got caught using his phone!" It was at this point where Kenny reached over the table and gently took hold of Tweek's right hand and slowly pulled it away from his messy blonde hair. Just to be sure that Tweek didn't try to pull at his hair, Kenny kept both of his hands gently holding Tweek's right. The twitching blonde didn't think much of this action because he was too busy trying to speak properly to notice and/or care. "He said he'll c-come soon and that I should just - agh! - come here and hang w-with you guys since Token and Clyde went to Mc-McDonalds to get lunch!"

Kenny nodded at his answer to his question, his head rotating to look over at Cartman and I, once I had finally been able to retort back at Cartman without interruption.

"Listen, I'll stop calling you fucking fat when you stop calling me a Jew!"

"Like hell I'll stop!"

"You hefty, obese, piece of-!"

"Piece of what, Jew?!"

"Cartman! Kyle! Just chill the hell out for once!"

Everyone's head, including my own, had turned towards the new voice which belonged to no other than Craig Tucker.

Upon first glance, I couldn't identify who he was just by looking at his face, but his childhood and signature hat gave him away.

The teen was making his way over to our table, both of his hands dug into his navy blue suede jacket's pockets. As he got closer, I noticed that his facial expression, instead of being a normal poker face, was instead of one that expressed irritation. His brows were furrowed and the end of his lips were slightly tugged downwards and screwed to the side. Because of this facial expression the teen wore, his piercings followed along with the part of flesh that was moved from his will. His single, black right eyebrow piercing moved along with the muscle it was penetrated through, same as for the two snake bite rings that curled around Craig's lower lips.

I have a guess as to who inspired Tweek to get those piercings.

Those dark, sapphire-like blue eyes with blacks specks surrounding the pupil were narrowed icily at Cartman and I (his left eye almost being fully concealed by his black bangs), as he made his way over to Tweek and the fatass before sitting in between them, unpleasant look still resting on his face.

I couldn't find myself to be all that afraid for making Craig upset with the current loud argument with Cartman because the young man was pretty damn attractive. I couldn't help but just stare at him.

Then again, I wasn't the only one staring at him. Everyone at the table was too, albeit for different reasons from my own.

"For fuck's sake! You two give me a fucking headache when you two go at it! Just do everyone a fucking favor and fuck each other already!"

Now, instead of gazing at Craig with slight admiration for his good looks, I gaped at him with my nose scrunched up, my brows pulled together and lips tightened to the other before loosing them in order to yell, "That's revolting, Craig!" as Cartman (with his own look of disgust and horror) shouted "Ew! What the fuck, Tucker?!"

Craig did not respond to mine and Cartman's appalled, as well as frightened replies, and he did not change his aspect when he rotated his head over to the parka-wearing boy next to me and his own boyfriend Tweek.

"As for you two-" Craig began before being interrupted by Tweek.

"Us?!" Tweek squeaked, body tensing as he flickered his gaze from Craig to Kenny. "Wh-What about us!?"

Craig ignored Tweek's questions and look of absolute confusion by coldly glaring at my eyebrow-raised companion. They stared at each other for a few moments before Craig finally spoke up with a question directed at Kenny.

"McCormick, care to tell me as to why you are holding Tweek's hand like that?"

I watched as both Tweek and Kenny quickly darted their sky colored blue and forest green eyes down to Tweek's right hand which was engulfed in a gentle hold in both of Kenny's hands from when he tried to prevent Tweek to damage his hair. At the realization of why Craig was upset at them, Tweek began to twitch even more and made an attempt to pull his hand away from Kenny's hold but failed when the other male tightened his grip and stopped Tweek from doing so. Kenny smirked at Craig, his eyes flashing a mischievous glint.

Of course. The dumbass was gonna try and upset Craig even more.

"What, does it bother you, Tucker?"

"McCormick," The Tucker kid warned, his scorn increasing in harshness. "I'm not in the mood for your regular bullshit, so knock it off."

"Tweek, you have really soft hands, you know that, right?" The devious teen switched his gaze over to Tweek, smirk becoming wider. "They're smooth, and dainty and I'm pretty sure they still fit perfectly into my own hands. Remember how you would go on and on about how they just fit flawlessly with each other back when we dated freshman year?"

Tweek's cheeks were dusted with a light pink hue at the memories Kenny was trying to bring back, his own hand trying to tug away from Kenny's as Craig stood on his feet beside him, fuming. I pursed my lips at this, brows coming together in worry as I saw Kenny look over to the now standing and pissed off Craig with a sly smile and an amused look. I mentally prayed because I knew this whole scenario had a high chance of ending badly.

Kenny, please don't get your ass kicked today. The week just started. Ple-eeease don't.

"McCormick, do you want to get your ass beat?!"

"Kenny," Tweek pleaded before the blonde could make a witty remark to the seething teen, the corner of his eyes drooping down as he frowned sadly and deeply. "Stop."

Kenny shifted his gaze away from Craig and towards the trembling teen in front of him, his smirk faltering at Tweek's expression and the tone he used for his words. I decided to help them out by placing my hand on Kenny's left shoulder, frowning. Kenny looked over to me, smirk fulling disappearing when I started to shake my head no.

"Not today, Ken." I spoke in a soft voice, eyelids drooping as I tilted my head to the side and pulled my hand away from his shoulder. "If you want me to go to that party, stop whatever it is you're doing."

Kenny stared at me for a moment, eyes scanning over my features and I couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious because not only did I know everyone was watching Kenny stare at me, but Kenny was close enough to be able to see all my acne, freckles, moles, and every other horrible thing on my face.

Kenny sighed deeply though his nose before nodding and turning his head back to Tweek and letting his hand free from Kenny's hold, earning a small smile from the small blonde as he balled up his right hand and held it close to his own chest. Tweek then rotated his head to the right and reached out to gently tug on Craig's sleeve, looking up high at the slightly more-at-ease teen who sat back down in his seat, gazing at Tweek with an apologetic and sad expression resting on his features.

The still twitching teen reached his left hand up to gently cup the right side of Craig's face which resulted in both boys to relax incredibly at the contact. Craig had closed his eyes at this point and dipped his head forward, allowing his forehead to softly rest against Tweek's (this had Tweek no longer shaking and to be almost perfectly still).

"Kenny was holding my hand because I was pulling on my hair again." We all heard Tweek calmly inform Craig, who revealed his eyes to the world again in order to stare into Tweek's green ones as the blonde's thumb pad caressed Craig's cheek. "He wanted to make sure I didn't pull on it anymore." Craig gave his boyfriend a small curt nod as a "I understand" response after pulling his head back so their foreheads were no longer touching and Tweek was no longer holding the other boy's cheek, but before Craig had pulled away fully, Tweek leaned up and pressed his lips to Craig's in a small peck before backing away.

I rarely ever saw the two get as physical as I saw just now, during school. They hardly showed public display of affection around us during education hours, and whenever they did, it was usually to ease the other who would be having a crummy day like Craig is now. So naturally, Butters and I couldn't help but just smile at the couple, even though my smile was hiding my envy towards Tweek, deep down inside me.

I've heard a lot about how good of a boyfriend Craig is (as surprising as it sounds considering how much of an asshole he is and has been) from Tweek ranting to me about him in English when I ask about their relationship. So, Craig is a great partner, friend (when he's not being an ass), and damn good-looking. How could I not be even remotely jealous of Tweek for dating Craig?

Ugh, I'm doing it again.

I stopped my smiling and glanced down at my forgotten lunch, silently cursing myself for thinking this way for the two when they're around me, once again. Its thoughts like this that make people, even myself sometimes, believe that I am interested in males. I could assure anyone that I do not.

I am purely heterosexual.

Except for when it comes to Craig Tucker because then I become the gayest man alive and will be will be ready to prove that by painting my entire face the exact colors of a rainbow, wearing a LGBT+ flag as a cape, and begin running though school grounds wearing nothing but the face paint, the cape, my shoes and pink underwear that has "I'M GAY" sowed into the material that covers my buttcheeks while screaming "I like the 'D'!"

Yes, Craig motherfuckin' Tucker, has this type of control over me, and I will not deny that.

"Hey, Cartman?" Kenny spoke up, pulling me away from my own thoughts, my eyes flickering away from my sandwich and towards Kenny, my expression blank.

The brunette in question raised a brow as he rotated his head away from the couple he was previously watching in order to look at Kenny.

"What, twink?"

While I had made a face at the name Cartman gave Kenny, Butters put on a look containing nothing but confusion.

"What's a twink?" The smallest blonde asked, his eyes staring at Cartman (who had arched a brow at the questioning male), with wonder.

"You don't know what a twink is?"

I made a sound similar to one of a displeased groan. "Cartman. Don't tell him."

"No," Butters replied, light chocolate brown eyes moving over from Cartman to me. "And why shouldn't he tell me? What are they?"

I frowned and gave Butters a shrug in reply, not really knowing a good reason as to why the teen shouldn't know of the meaning of such a word that didn't sit with me well. The reason why I do not like that word at all? I don't really know myself.

Cartman was watching me from the corner of his eye as he kept his head in the direction towards Butters, and smirked when he saw that I had no proper excuse before going off to tell Butters the definition of the word.

"Well Butters, a twink is an attractive, boyish-looking, young gay man. A stereotypical twink is a young man around the age of eighteen through twenty-two, is slender with little or no body hair, often blonde, and is not particularly intelligent. Therefore, with that, you are left with nothing but your boy, Kenny."

"Oh, well geez. Kenny you are a twink. Probably the biggest twink I know."

The sound of Cartman's booming laughter rode the airwaves and into my ears as Craig snorted before submitting into small chuckles along with Tweek and Kenny. Even though I couldn't help but hate the word, I cracked a smile at Butter's words. Once Kenny had finished his soft laughing, he raised a brow, looking over from Butters to Tweek, grinning widely.

"Wait, wouldn't Tweek be a twink?"

"What?!" Tweek's face flushed a light rosy color while his hands came up to cover up his embarrassment, to which Craig laughed at, a small smile on his features as his boyfriend then turned his head to try and bury it into Craig's chest. "N-No!"

"Cartman said twinks aren't smart," Craig reminded, face going blank at Kenny. "Tweek is smart. You aren't, McCormick."

Kenny's perfect shade of the sky blue eyes, lightly dusted with black and white specks narrowed at the oldest teen. He lifted up his closed right hand, middle finger extended up in the gesture that is not considered "kind" in some parts of the world. "Fuck you, Tucker." To this, Craig mirrored the action, his left arm rising up before draping over Tweek's shoulders, whose face had calmed down enough for him to pull his face away from Craig's upper front body and sit in his own spot properly.

"Anyways, what did you call me for, Ken?" Cartman asked in an attempt to bring the table back to the previous conversation they were going to have as arms folding on top of each other on the cafeteria table.

"Huh? Oh, uh, I was gonna ask about your hat."

"What about it?"

"It's gone."

Butters tilted his head, frowning a bit as he squinted at Cartman. "Oh hamburgers. Yeah, I just saw that." He stopped his squinting and straightened up his neck before asking, "Where is it, Cartman?"

"Oh, I was in my Government class and overheard Stan's bitch of a girlfriend talking smack on Kyle again," I felt my body tense at this, my head hanging and eyes falling down at my lap the moment I saw Cartman's brown eyes flick over to me, everyone else's following right after. "So, I told her to 'shut the hell up'. One thing led to another and then she ended up dumping her coffee over my head and in the process, my hat got dirty and now reeks of coffee which irritates the hell out of me."

"Why?" Tweek's voice sounded so soft, so curious, so light, and so steady. My head raised up to allow me to look at Tweek who was sitting almost completely motionless as he stared at Cartman with genuine curiosity. We all noticed that when Craig is around Tweek, he calms down his twitching and spazzing by a landslide, making seem like a normal teenage boy without ADD. It does not matter to me that they have been dating for about a year and a half, it still brings me to slight bewilderment when I see Tweek like that after knowing and seeing him everyday for about eight years.

"Hm? Oh, well, I just don't like it." Cartman shrugged, lips shut together and pulled to the side. "We can't all be like you and like coffee, Tweek."

"I don't like coffee."

"Then why do you drink it all the time?"

"I drink it because its an addiction," Tweek explained, frowning deeply as he leaned forward a bit to see Cartman around Craig, who leaned back a bit for the two to see each other since he sat right in between them. "People don't always like the thing they're addicted too. Its like Craig and his smoking. He doesn't like it, but he can't stop it."

"If you guys don't like what you're addicted too, why not try to quit?"

"We currently are."

Cartman arched a brow, surprised at Tweek's response. "Really?"

Tweek and Craig nodded in unison which I found a bit creepy in a way.

"Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks." Craig replied in a dead tone, making his word of appreciation sound meaningless.

"Anyway, back to the hat thing," Butters piped, changing the topic of our conversation. "It was really sweet of you to stand up to Kyle like that, Cartman." The small blonde smiled at the brunette, who at this time, was trying to sneakily take my forgotten sandwich which laid in front of me. I knew of what he was doing, I could see him in my peripheral vision, but I was too distracted by Tweek and Craig making silly and ugly faces and smiling at each other when the other made a look that had the other laughing a bit.

Again, Craig and Tweek were never lovely-dovey with each other like this around us, so I could only come to the conclusion that Craig must be having a really bad fucking day in order for those two to bring out this level of affection.

I found myself wanting to find out what's going wrong in Craig's life, and wondering what I could do to fix it.

Oh fuck, it sounds like I love the guy.

Do I find him attractive?

Hell yes.

Do I actually have a romantic feelings for him?

Hell no.

What I was thinking just right now was me showing care for a semi-good friend.

Cartman shrugged at Butter's statement at the same time he lifted his arm that had that fat hand of his holding my sandwich to his mouth before taking a monstrous bite out of it. Tweek turned his head away from Craig and towards the end of the table where Cartman and I sat, wanting to join into the conversation. Of course, this action resulted in Tweek to lock eyes with me because I was still staring at them.

For a fragment of time, a single second at most, dark emerald eyes bore into deep forest green sprinkled with specks of a lighter or darker shade of greens and black in the irises.

Busted.

Shame and embarrassment expressed themselves through a small blush on my own freckles cheeks at the action of getting caught staring at the couple. I quickly tore my eyes away from Tweek and instead place them on the fat fuck who was enjoying himself with my fucking sandwich.

"Yeah, how are you guys even friends?" Tweek asked, sounded unfazed at the fact that I was eyeing him and his boyfriend (mostly his boyfriend) for a while. "I thought you two always hated each other."

If he was gonna be cool about it, so should I.

"W-Well," I stuttered with a voice crack, resulting in a few raised brows to be tossed my way and for me to mentally wish for my death. Curse my nerves. I cleared my throat before continuing. "Obviously we don't really hate each other considering that we hang out everyday for some fucking reason."

"Well, maybe then its not really hate at all?"

I blinked at the sounds of Tweek's voice entering through my hearing organ's and into their canals where they were processed by my brain. I furrowed my brows together, and mouth hanging open as I let out a confused "Huh?"

"Maybe, just maybe, you two are so in love with each other that you're both either in denial or so ignorant to your own feelings."

By this point in time, Cartman had the same facial reaction as me while Butters, Craig, and Kenny all stared at Tweek with questioning arched brows. Tweek looked around the silent table, dark green orbs scanning over the facial features of everyone sitting around him, waiting for someone to say something. That someone happened to be Cartman.

"What the hell are you talking about, Tweek?"

"I'm saying that in response to your lack of needs and wants involving the other being met, you two had created this false hatred for the other to prove to not only everyone, but to yourselves that you don't want each other." He explained as his eyes fixed themselves unto my face, making me squirm a bit under his stare, most likely because of the topic he was currently talking about. "All the 'I can't stands him's,' the 'I hate him's,' are really just cover-up statements. You guys can't stand each other because you drive each other insane with the feeling of butterflies in your tummy you get around the other individual, or the increase in heartbeats."

I crinkled up my nose in disgust as I let the thought of myself having butterflies in my stomach and for my own heart beat to speed up all because of Cartman, enter my mind. My brows had pulled downwards together as my lips pursed with one another into a straight thin line, and I could only guess that my cheeks were dusted with a light pink hue. Either way, hue or not, my reaction resulted in the coffee drinking teen to smile sympathetically at me, but continued his explanation further, to my displeasure.

"As sweat starts to roll down your foreheads and your hands become clammy in response to your nerves acting up, you realize that these reaction drive you mad because you've never felt them before and you can't quite understand them, and you just want those feelings gone. He isn't what drive you insane, its the way you feel around him that does. And in an attempt to try and get rid of those reactions, you both force yourselves to hate the other with yells and insults, making everyone around you and yourselves believe that you do truly hate the other when in reality you just love him. You two want each other really badly, but you have a strong belief that you can't have them, and looking at the other only causes you pain. And then, you conclude that the person you want is horrible, and so you push them away when in fact, you want nothing more than them and just want them closer."

Now I remember as to why Tweek is in Advanced Placement English 2 with me.

Silence enveloped around us, the faint and mumbled sound of teens conversing with one another seeming oblivious to our ears as we stared wide-eyed at the blonde we all had come to terms as paranoid and somewhat crazy because of all his twitching, sudden outbursts and stories.

"Holy shit. . ."

"Wow, Tweekers."

Cartman scoffed, a wide smirk forming on his features as his brow raised up in arches. "Tweek, I can't even be angry at you for suggesting such an idea because that was so fucking amazing."

Tweek just twitched, flashing us a small smile. He was never used to people complementing him.

"Anyway," Cartman negan, trying to steer the conversation in another direction as his brown eyes were fixed on me. "Bringing us back to me and how much of an amazing friend I am for sticking up for my good friend, Kyle Brofl-"

With an icy glare directed towards the fatass, my brows furrowed together as my mouth turned from a resting thin line to a scowl. "I'm not doing you any favors Cartman."

Cartman huffed. "You have too, Kyle!"

"No, I don't, Cartman."

"Yes, you do! I took a coffee over the head for you!"

"So?" My scowl dissolved as my brows relaxed, one of them arching up as my lips screwed to the side, arms crossing over my torso in an annoyed manner. In my peripheral vision, I could see that the rest of the table had stopped paying attention to Cartman and I, probably thinking that we were at it again as they spoke to one another. "That was your own fault, no one told you to defend me."

The large brunette slammed his palms down on the tabletop before pushing himself up from his seat, his body leaning over the table as he narrowed his eyes at me, eyebrows stitching together as his ground his upper and lower row of teeth together. This action has resulted in for the three blonde and one raven to silence themselves by zipping their mouths shut, eyes going wide as heads turned to my companion and I's end of the table.

"So you're telling me that I got suspended for nothing?!"

My heart stopped, all irritation and anger fleeing from my body once the words had left Cartman's lips and carried the sound waves into my ear canals. With my red brows raised high on my forehead, my dark emerald eyes pierced into Cartman's wide honey brown ones. Cartman's previous facial expression was drained away once he realized what he had said, making me guess that he had never meant for anyone to find out that piece of information.

"You . . . You got suspended?"

Cartman recovered from his own shock before pursing his lips together, face going blank before giving me a nod in response. The pervert blonde next to me scoffed loudly, eyes rolling which effected in Cartman to slide his gaze from me to Kenny.

"Bullshit."

"Not bullshit. Talk to PC principle."

Cartman's voice. . .

"Well, gee, Cartman," Butters sounded baffled as everyone's attention switched over to him. "How did you get suspended?"

Cartman inhaled deeply through his nose, oxygen filling up his lungs as his chest expanded and he stood upright, arms resting at his sides with balled fists. He exhaled through his mouth, basically forcing the carbon dioxide out of his system while he shifted his stare from the blonde next to me to the one wearing an aquamarine turtleneck.

His posture. . .

"For creating a 'disturbance'." Cartman raised his hands up to show everyone the air quotes he used for the word "disturbance" as he rolled his brown eyes. "And because after Wendy threw her drink over my head, I took off my hat and threw it at her but she ended dodging it and it hit Mr. Mackey square in the face."

Its all so serious. . .

The raven haired boy at the table snickered, resulting in the slightly twitching teen beside him to lift his right forearm up and smack Craig's stomach. Instinctively, Craig's arm came up to grab at his stomach in a protective manner, his rude chuckling coming to a halt as he smirked at Tweek before looking back at Cartman.

I hate it.

"Cartman, you dumbass," I placed my elbows on the table after uncrossing them, and leaning my body forward towards the cafe table, hands raised up to the sides of my head. My index and middle finger from both hands were pressed against my temples, rubbing circles into the muscles in a form of trying to sooth my growing irritation and anger. With my dark gem-colored eyes sheathed from the world, I kept my head hung, facing in the direction of the top of the table. "You could have just let them diss me."

"No, I really couldn't let them do that."

I reopened my eyes before looking up at poker-faced Cartman with a confused facial expression, my fingers stopping their massaging. Green orbs stared into honey brown ones as this hot feeling rose onto my cheeks and settled in that spot while resulting in a light pink hue to rest there as well as the next words flew from Cartman's lips in such a serious and stern tone that left me dumbfounded and flustered.

Dumbfounded because I never thought of him being so somber and humorless.

Flustered because I never thought that Eric Cartman would so open admit that he committed such an act for me. Me; Kyle Broflovski.

"I just couldn't, Kyle."

Its official, I really hate this Cartman.

Even with my nose crinkled up and the color of my cheeks darkening to a redder shade, Cartman refused to part his eyes with mine, his blank, Craig-like expression not changing or faltering even once. In my peripheral vision, I could see the rest of the group (except for expressionless Craig) staring at me and the person who I'm not even sure is Cartman anymore, with wide eyes, raised brows, and lips sewed shut.

"Hey kids, its time to use the "F" word

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. . ."

I broke Cartman and I's staring contest by blinking rapidly out of confusion of having a song break the silence that just enveloped around my group of friends. By shifting my eyes to the right of Cartman, I stared at Craig, where I could only assume was where the source of the music was coming from judging by the lyrics. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought this because everyone else looked over at him.

. . .living,

Fuck dying,

Fuck laughing,

Fuck crying,

Fuck this song,

But mostly fuck you!

"Craig," Tweek chuckled at the teen who flickered his eyes from Cartman, to me, to Kenny, and finally to Butters as if silently questioning us; "You guys hear this song play and automatically think of me, assholes?" Tweek tilted his head to the side, blonde locks catching the sunlight that was shining though the big cafeteria window behind Butters. "Your phone."

So it was Craig.

With a small sigh though his nose, Craig reached his left hand towards his back left-side pocket to pull out his phone as the two blondes and one brunette of the table to laughed their asses off at Craig's choice of song for his ringtone. Craig's dull eyes stared at the screen of his phone, presumably at the name of the person calling, as Kenny calmed his laughter, a mischievous glint in his eyes flashing for a small moment before he spoke up, smirking at Craig.

"Who is it, Tucker? You're other boyfriend, Michael?"

Fuck love, hate and friends

Fuck following trends,

Fuck this song,

Can't wait till it ends!

My eyes shifted from Craig over to the blonde next to me, narrowing a bit as Tweek tensed up. Michael was an underclassmen that played a major role in Tweek and Craig's relationship once, and even though they had solved that problem, it still remained as a subject that we don't talk about or bring up, especially around Tweek. "We" being everyone besides Kenny, because that dipshit brings Michael up whenever he had the chance because he loves to rub it in Craig's face of how he was right about the whole Michael situation.

So of course, I wasn't surprised when Kenny mentioned the sophomore, but the fact that he brought the kid up in front of Tweek and when the raven was already having a pretty bad day, was pretty uncool.

"Kenny," Tweek said in a calm, yet firm voice through his upper and lower teeth. His body had not relaxed an inch, his eyes were coldly piercing into Kenny's light blue ones with his brows stitched together, and small hands lightly gripping at his pant legs. Upon hearing his boyfriend speak up, Craig's deep sapphire irises peered at Tweek through the corner of his eyes, curious in how he would response to the comment Kenny (who looked over at the silently seething teen, smirk faltering in size once he noticed the dark aura emitting from him) made. "You know that I'm still in boxing, right?"

Fuck everything,

But fuck you the most!

Fuck everyone,

But fuck you the most!

With a big rusty pole or a splintery post,

Fuck you the most, fuck you!

With a gulp, Kenny laughed nervously as his hand waved dismissively at Tweek. "Oh Tweek, you're such a funny guy." The color of his face was drained once he saw Tweek abruptly stand up with his hands pressed against the plastic table cover material, a harsh sneer and glare on his facial features. The perverted blonde looked over at Craig with a somewhat fearful expression.

Not gonna lie, Tweek can be scary when you piss him off just enough. Not only does the skinny teen box, but he boxes with Craig sometimes. I've seen them at the gym sometimes, when the library closes and my parents can't come to pick me up and I have no money to take a bus or I don't feel like walking at night, so I go there to ask for a ride from them. From what I have witnessed, Tweek can deal quite a bit of damage, more than anyone can guess from him. Most people think Tweek is just a scrawny, little, twitching, paranoid, coffee-addicted kid who can't do anything on his own, and that is somewhat true in some areas. But there's something that most people don't know.

Tweek Tweak is so much more than that.

Fuck old school,

Fuck new school,

Fuck not cool,

Fuck too cool,

Fuck hip and ironically lame!

"Craig," Kenny began. "You should probably answer the phone before your boyfriend sends me to the hospital."

Fuck giving advice,

Fuck trying to be nice,

Fuck you and you know who you are!

The stone-faced raven shifted his eyes away from Tweek and back to his phone where he hovered his thumb over the "Answer" button of a white silhouette of a telephone in a green circle before pressing the pad of the inner digital of his hand against the screen and slid it up, accepting the call. He transferred the phone from his left hand to his right before lifting it up to his right ear as Tweek sat down again beside him, his head resting on his shoulder. Tweek's green eyes stared at the words "Fuck You!" carved into the flat surface in front of himself, two years prior thanks to his dark blue and black themed boyfriend. Despite the blonde being angry at Kenny, this made him crack a small smile.

"What do you want, fuck face?"

Tweek furrowed his brows together before lifting his head off Craig shoulders to look at him with a frown. "T-Token's in trouble?"

Cartman (who was laughing at Kenny's fear of Tweek) calmed his laughter and arched a brow, leaning forward to look at Tweek around Craig's body. "How do you know its the rich snob and that he's in trouble?"

Tweek leaned forward as well, his body going into a small spams of twitches. I guess his body is starting to jerk rapidly due to Tweek's boiling blood and increased heartbeat from when he was moments away of kicking Kenny's ass.

"B-Because the only people who call Craig are his fa-family, Token, Clyde and myself." Tweek lifted his hand in the form of a fist, up to his mouth before enclosing his teeth around part of it to keep in a small outburst. Craig noticed Tweek's distress and raised his left hand up to his boyfriend's hair, ruffling it as he spoke to Token. Tweek relaxed and stopped with his biting before continuing. "Upon greeting, Craig has a tendency to call Token 'f-fuck face' and Clyde, 'needle dick'."

Craig retracted the phone away from his face before handing it to Tweek, his left hand pulling away from Tweek's hair. The blonde senior's body shook slightly as he took it in his hands, raising it up to his face to speak into the microphone. The tallest teen at the table looked over at Cartman, face blank as he replied to the second part of his question. "Those two only call when something bad happened."

Only call when something bad happened?

I wrinkled up my nose and furrowed my eyebrows once a specific person came into my mind. To add more to detail, once that douchebag Kenny brought up earlier came into my mind. He would only call me to tell me bad news or come to me when he had a problem or was in trouble. And me being the good friend I am, I was there for him all the time, helping him. Did he ever help me? Of course, but never when I needed him most.

Sounds like a bastard I used to know.

"On our way, man." Tweek ended the call before he handed the phone back to Craig and stood up. "Clyde got stuck in the tubed slide at the McDonald's kids play place."

I burst into laughter with the rest of the table as I watched Craig sigh in irritation and disappointment before standing up, strong big hands finding Tweek's smaller ones, their fingers intertwining with the other.

"Well, gee, how did he do that, Tweek?" Butters asked after he recollected himself, the expression on his face showing pure curiosity. Tweek shrugged, lips pursed together and screwed to the side as a sign of the lack of knowledge of how the problem came to be.

"Butters, you should c-come with us." Tweek suggested. "We might need an extra hand."

Butters smiled and raised his shoulders before dropping them. He stood up. "Sure, I have nothing better to do."

As the remaining members of my groups of friends watched as the three teens walked away, my mind wandered off to Craig's group. Most everybody calls it Craig's group purely because he seems as the one who leads the others in the times when they do things together and calls all the shots. In that group, Craig, Tweek, Token, Clyde, and occasionally Wendy and her scumbag of a boyfriend are classified as members. Craig doesn't like Wendy and her partner because he finds them incredibly annoying like I do, and so when those two hang out with him and his friends, he tries to stay away from them as much as possible. I knew the reason as to why Tweek and Craig hanged out with us today, and that's all due to the fact that Wendy and my ex-friend were possibly with Token at Clyde at McDonald's.

That, or its just because Tweek didn't want to go to McDonald because he's a vegetarian. Why else do you think he's so skinny, yet so in shape?

"So Cartman," Kenny began, eyes pulling from the leaving members before being place on the fat brunette. "Did you really get suspended?"

The teen grew stone-faced again as a curt nod represented as the reply he gave to Kenny. I sighed deeply as I raised my elbow onto the table, left side of my face being cradled in the palm of my non-dominate hand. Words just could not express how much I disliked this Cartman and . My narrowed eyes mimicked into slits, a frown resting on my face as I glared at the boy in front of me.

"That's your own fault, fatass, no one told you to defend me!"

Cartman's eyebrow twitched noticeably, his expressionless face contorting into a sneer. "What the fuck did I say about calling me fat, you fucking Jew!"

Ah, there's the Eric Cartman I know and love.

I gave him an offended look. "And what did I say about calling me a fucking Jew, you son of a bitch!"

"Ey! My mother is not a bitch! Your mom on the other hand, is the biggest, fattest bitch-"

"Okay!" Kenny interrupted, standing up a bit and leaning forward over the table so that one of his hands were resting on my shoulder and the other on Cartman's. "Forget that I brought this up!"

Huffing, both Cartman and I crossed our arms and turned our head away from each other, growling softly.

Kenny sighed in an annoyed manner, but smiled at us regardless. "So Kyle, your answer about going to the party with me Friday night?"

Cartman blinked, his irritated and angry emotions fleeing from his body as he rotated his head to Kenny's direction, brows raised. At the new change of the topic, I shrugged one of my shoulders, smiling at Kenny as I rested my still-crosses arms on top of the tabletop.

"Oh yeah, I thought about it and-"

"Wait, you're talking about the party at Stan's house, right?"

Kenny's eyes widened, his face going pale as my body tensed, blood ran cold, mouth dropped open, brows came together, and the look of shock consumed my features. Cartman looked between us, confused before it clicked in his head.

"Ooooh, you didn't tell him about it not being at Token's house this time? Shit, sorry man."

I broke out of my shock, facial expression showing nothing but anger as I stood up, towering over Kenny, growling.

"The party is at that motherfucker's house and yet you have the fucking decency to try and take me there with you when you know I don't like the guy?!"

As Kenny stumbled over his words, and Cartman laughed at him, I picked up my orange and green jacket that laid beside me on the bench before storming away to my locker.

That motherfucking asshole. Now I really, really wanna strangle him.


Author's Note: Sorry its late, you guys. The program I use deleted about 2,000 words off this chapter and I had to rewrite the whole scene that I lost, again. Upon seeing the deletion of my work, I stayed away from writing this story out of pure anger and annoyance. I finished it eventually, so all is good.

Oh and the song used in this is "Another F. U. Song" by the Reel Big Fish. I thought it would fit Craig perfectly and plus, the program pissed me off with the approximately four hours of work I lost, spending writing and planning on how to execute that scene, so I dedicate that song to it.

Yup.

This is how I feel about you as of right now, Wattpad.

Anyway, have a pleasant day readers, and stay sweet. :D

Unedited and half-assed.