Uhg... I hate this chapter. First signs of Cutters, but the rest of it just sucks ass... bleh. Anyway, enjoy.

I'd made sure I'd let go of Kenny's shirt when we left the stage room to head for dinner. I couldn't help but feel like everyone was glaring at me just for being around the main source of comotion, and I could feel my knuckles unconciously banging together. Why did I have to be sitting right in the middle of Eric and Kenny?

Speaking of Kenny, he was still right in front of me as everyone filed into the slowly darkening outdoors. I almost ran into him when he stopped to someone calling out to him. I followed his gaze to where three girls I didn't know were running towards him. Oh, no, I thought. Were they going to get mad at him for talking like that to Cabin 1? Oh, sweet Jesus...

"Hello, ladies," he said grinning as they approached. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, well, we just thought it was really brave of you to stand up to Mace like that," said one with brown pigtails shyly.

"Yeah," continued a blond one with a long brid down her back. "He's really strong and usually no one messes with him. That was really cool."

"Why, thank you," replied Kenny, grinning wider. "Just trying to stick up for my friends."

He looked over his shoulder at me and I realized I'd been easedropping. I quickly started walking again.

"Guys who care about their friends are sooo sweet," flirted the last, red haired one before I got out of earshot due to everyone else chatting away.

"God dammit, Butters, move!"

I looked up suddenly, having stopped in my tracks without noticing, to see Eric standing behind me with an irritated odd sort of look about him.

"S-sorry, Eric," I said quickly scuffling forward.

I hated it when he looked at me that way. It made me feel aweful, like I'd done something wrong.He pushed me out of the way as he waddled past me to the mess hall, yelling at Stan and Kyle for not waiting for him.

My stomach got a funny feeling as I watched him but it quickly diminished. I couldn't remember exactly what I'd been thinking, but I didn't think it was something I ought to be thinking. I entered the mess hall and got my food and looked around for a place to sit. I almost went to sit with Eric, Stan, and Kyle but I felt uncomfortable tagging along with them without a cheery invitation from Kenny who was still off flirting with those girls.

I quicking shook the thought from my mind because it made me uncomfortable and looked around at the other tables hoping to find an empty one. I wasn't very lucky in that, as usual, and somehow ended up in the company of Wendy, Bebe, Red, Heidi, and two girls I didn't know. I didn't talk at all, not until one of the girls, one with dirty blonde hair, asked what my name was.

"Huh?" I asked, startled anyone had spoken to me at all.

"Kitty asked what your name was," said Wendy kindly.

"Oh," I said nervously looking down. "B-butters."

"Oh, that's a fun name!" said the other girl. "Is it your real one, or just a nickname."

"His real name's Leopold," answered Bebe for me. "No one calls him that, though, not even his parents."

It sort of made me a little happy that she'd remembered that. I didn't think any of the guys knew it well enough to say off the top of their heads with a sure voice.

"Hey, Butters!"

I turned around to see Kenny coming over to our table. I smiled warily at him and Wendy rolled her eyes. He came up behind me and drapped his arms on my shoulders.

"I don't care what they offer, the girls can't have you," he wispered rather loudly and slyly makin me gulp.

"G-gee, Kenny, I-"

"Kenny, if I have to tell you to stop sexualy harrassing Butters one more time-" started Wendy angrily.

"Coming to sit with us, then, aren't you?" interupted Kenny, pulling me up from my seat, grabbing my plate, and pushing me to where my cabinmates were sitting.

"Kenny, dude, where'd you go?" asked Stan as we sat down, pulling hiattention from Kyle.

"Just setting the stage for a few girls," he replied casually. I shivered. "Turns out these girls are all for the prince type. Sweet, brave, cares about his friends, that shit."

Kyle laughed. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Kenny, but you're not exactly princley."

"I know that," he replied, his mouth full of food. Years of decifering his muffled voice allowed us to understand him. "But that doesn't mean I can't act."

"B-but isn't that like-" I stopped myself. I hadn't meant to say anything an felt everyone's eyes on me. I stared at my lap and canked my knules together. "L-lying..."

"Yeah, Buttercup, but sometimes ya gotta lie to get at you want," said Kenny, looking pleased I'd spoken up.

"But..." I whispered, but no one heard because Kenny had started talking again. I suddenly felt like crying. I didn't know why, but I willed the tears not to fall and sat silently for the rest of dinner.

GRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! THEY'RE NOT FUCKING BRITISH, GOD DAMN ME! -hits self in head with wooden spoon- terribly sorry for letting a bit of my third person English writing slip in there. I didn't mean to. It's just I was watching A Series of Unfortunate Events while writing it and really couldn't help myself. Uhg. I'm dong it agian. I try not to, especially when I'm writing in first person. I really need to write a third person story just to get it out of my system. My mum says I shold have been born in the 70s. I think I should have been born in England. Hm. Ah, well. I hoped you liked it, please ignore the fact that I am utterly and completly terrible at Butters POV and yeah. POV CONTEST IS STILL GO, BY THE WAY! GOD DAMN YOU PEOPLE, JUST GUESS! IT'S REALLY NOT TOO DIFFICULT!