"Craig, what the fuck?" Craig's eyes snapped towards the blonde as he stepped out of the toilet cubicle. Leaning against the seat was Kenny McCormack, one of his biggest enemies.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, thinking about how Kenny was the one Tweek was cheating on him with. The one Tweek kissed, the one Tweek let make love to...
Before Kenny could speak, he had Kenny's neck inbetween his hands in seconds. Kenny's face went red from the lack of air. Craig released him, knowing murder would be stupid for two reasons. A) He would go to jail. B) He would only come back the next day anyway. He settled on grabbing Kenny's collar roughly, pulling Kenny up a good feet in the air.
"Wow, you two make a pretty vicious couple." Kenny commented, flinching as he prepared for a hit of some kind. He didn't receive one, but instead opened his eyes - they had closed in fear - to see Craig's accusing and cold eyes, filled with loathing and disgust.
"How. Dare. You. Touch. My. Tweek." Craig yelled in Kenny's face, banging his head against the panelled wall a few times. Kenny struggled to yell back at him.
"I haven't "touched" your Tweek, what the hell are you talking about?" Kenny demanded, and Craig's eyes narrowed, his face going crimson in anger.
"I saw you two! Behind the school shed!" Although he was shouting, there was obvious heartbreak and hurt in his voice. Kenny's eyes widened in recognition.
"You idiot! You stupid asshole! How could you even think... Ugh, you fucking dunce!" Craig let go of him, letting Kenny spit insults and profanities at him as he thought about what Kenny was implying.
"Tweek isn't... Cheating on me?" Craig asked, disbelief written in his tone. Kenny rolled his eyes.
"No you twat! He came to ask me for advice on how to, you know, have the upper hand in...sex." Kenny blushed, which was weird for a perverted teenager like him. Craig glared at him again.
"So, you told him to rape me?" Craig demanded, and Kenny's expression was a mixture of emotions, but mostly sadness.
"What? He wasn't trying to rape you! He didn't know his boyfriend was such an untrusting bitch that he chose to blow things out of proportion! He didn't know you didn't want to!" Kenny shouted, and Craig bit the inside of his cheeks, drawing blood.
"I've told him before! I don't want to bottom! It'll hurt like hell! That's rape, Kenny! If I've told him I didn't want to... And he's forcing me." Tears sprung to Craig's eyes as he thought about what had happened again. His own little Tweekers trying to force sex on him...
"Tweek is out there sobbing Craig! You're such an idiot! Why did you even assume he was going to top you? He fully intended to stil be the bottom, you twat! He just wanted to dominate, if only for once in his whole fucking lifetime! But because you're such a selfish jerk, you couldn't even let him have that! Now you've got Tweek crying his eyes out, talking about how he wants to just DIE, Craig!" Kenny finished, both boys staring at each other and still silently fuming. Craig allowed Kenny's words to sink in. God, I'm such a dick. He thought, cringing. Tweek deserves better than me.
"Helloooo?" Kenny asked, interrupting his thoughts. Craig looked back at him, and found a question popping up in his mind.
"Wait, how do you even know this? And why do you care?" Craig questioned, raising an eyebrow. Kenny sighed.
"Isn't it obvious? Butters asked me to talk to you for him, after hearng Tweek tell him how you rejected him and kicked him out of your house..." Craig opened his mouth to interject but Kenny silenced him with a finger. "I didn't expect all this shit!"
"I...I'm sorry." Craig told him, looking down at the ground. "Is...Are...Are you ok?" He asked, not revealing any concern in his voice. Kenny smirked.
"I've been through worse, Tucker." Craig cringed. "Now, you should probably go find your boyfriend before he commits suicide or something. Me? I'm going to go find my hot blonde." And with that, Kenny left the room.