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Chapter 4: Making up for class

Once Tweek got his lunch, he sat at the table he normally sat in by himself. Head down.

Nobody wanted to sit near him. They were afraid that they'd become losers if they even said 'hi' to him. He could tell that people (and by people, Eric Cartman) were still making fun of him.

Tweek hated it. He had all this attention, yet he felt more alone than a man who lived all by himself on a deserted island. Since he had no coffee to soothe him, Tweek could only think about the bad things. 'Nobody remembers me. My parents don't know me, they think I'm crazy. My friends think I'm nothing but some "Spazzbucket."'

"Hey there." Said a high, almost country voice. Tweek looked up and seen a kid with a blonde tuft of hair. He knew that his name is Butters and that he's extremely gullible, but he never really talked to him. Pretty much the only association they had with each other is that they both took over the fourth spot of Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny's group when Kenny died. (Even though nobody remembers that Kenny did.)

"H-hi." Tweek replied.

"Everyone sure is giving you a hard time, huh?" Said Butters. "They give me a hard time a lot too. I don't know why they do that. And whenever I try to stick up for myself, they just laugh at me."

Tweek nodded. He didn't know what to say to him.

"Yeah, you know, you seem okay. It's not fair that you have to sit here in your lonesome for doing one thing wrong. Do you want to sit with me and my friends?"

"A-are you sure? Wouldn't p-people be mean?"

"Come on," Butters urged. "Do you really want to sit here all by yourself?"

Tweek shook his head and got up from the lonely table he sat in. He followed Butters to a table that's close to the middle of the cafeteria. It's where all the more known children of South Park ate lunch. People like, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Craig, Clyde, Token, Butters, Jimmy, those people.

"AY! What's spazzbucket doing here?" Shouted Cartman when he seen Tweek and Butters.

"I-I'm going to eat l-lunch with you." Tweek replied.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, NO!"

"Aw, come on fatass. Just let the boy sit here." Said Kyle Broflovski, the "Ginger, Jersey, Jew."

"No, he's a spastic loser." The fat boy pleaded.

Stan began to get annoyed. "Look, either he sits here, or you leave." He offered.

"Well, FAHN! Be like that! I'm not going to be Spazzbucket's new best friend. I'm not some loser. Screw you guys, I'm going home." Cartman got up from the table of the more known children and waddled out of the cafeteria. Tweek and Butters sat down at the table, across from each other.

"Don't mind fatass," Said Kenny to Tweek. "He's always trying to start something so he doesn't ruin his 'ego.'"

'Maybe this is the opportunity to make myself seem less of a spaz.' "Maybe he was a-afraid that I'd a-ask him to share his lunch." Tweek said.

The guys at the table laughed. 'Well played, Spazzbucket. Well played.'

"You know," Clyde said between bites of his lunch. "You seem alright kid. You wanna be a member to my group?"

At first Tweek was surprised. "What? Really?" Then he realized by the way the guys laughed, Clyde was only joking.

"I was only kidding, dude."

'What do I say now? Something clever, something clever...' "Yeah, I d-don't want to be part o-of a club where st-stuffing your face with Taco B-Bell is the initiation."

The guys looked confused. "How'd you know that I liked tacos?" Asked Clyde.

Tweek panicked. Did he really use something he "hadn't known" yet? He tried thinking of an excuse. But one never came.

Kyle changed the subject. "Yesterday, my mom grounded Ike because he forgot his homework at school."

The guys had replies like, "Really? Your mom's a bitch." and "Wow, I feel bad for your brother." Tweek, however, sighed in relief that he didn't have to answer Clyde's question.

After lunch, the students went out to recess.

The guys went to the part of the playground to play ball. Tweek sat off to the side, watching them.

"Hey, you wanna play with us?" Butters called at him. Tweek shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to play. His mind is boggling at how he went from a Spazzbucket to one of the guys in one lunch. It's amazing, considering how hard people in South Park can be on outsiders. Especially outsiders who claim to know everyone, even though no one remembers them.

A/N: YAY! I had this chapter written out yesterday,but then I accidently refreshed the page, AND ALL THAT I WROTE WAS GONE! GRRR! Sorry if this chapter isn't very good, it was frustrating to re-write.

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