Well, my morning started off yesterday; I don't sleep much, as I'm pretty much a chronic insomniac. I know, life sucks, blah, blah... You know, I can't believe I'm doing this again. I mean, it's been a long time, and I actually realized how much I missed doing this. I really do this stuff, mainly at least, because I enjoy doing it. If it wasn't for the fact that others want to read these as well, it's kind of an ego boost. So, to all who are still reading, thank you.

On with the show.


BUTTERS POV

I really can't believe I sold out my friends. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I walked through the halls, feeling as if everyone hated me. I know that Cartman wouldn't tell anyone about me. He would hold it over me, using it as a "motivator".

I walk over to my locker, when suddenly the world spins on it's head. Or maybe it's me?

It's definitely me. As I'm spun around, I see the very angry face of Craig Tucker.

"Outside. Now." He says, his voice low.

Oh, man.

I walked outside, hoping for a heated arguement rather than a severe beating.

As we walk, I see we are walking towards the "Smoking Area" (It was one of those "Everyone knows it, but nobody says it" deals) and I get some hope. Maybe the goths would be there! They might...

My thought process was cut short by a fist to my jaw.

I spun onto the ground, the inside of my cheek bleeding. I look up, and see Thomas standing over me, rubbing his fist. He looked absolutely pissed off.

"What the FUCK!" He yelled. "Cartman!? You told CARTMAN!? SHIT!" he ticked.

Craig then grabbed me by the collar, and punched me into the dirt.

It hurt, but I absolutely deserved it. "I'm-" I paused to spit blood onto the ground- "I'm sorry! I just, I mean..."

"How could you do this!?" Thomas screamed quietly, and I looked at his face. It was stained with dried tears, as if he had been in a state of dispair.

"I'm- I was-" I start, already aching.

"I can't believe I trusted you, you piece of shit!"

"He was beating me! I... I had no choice!" I said. A brief moment of kindred sympathy lit onto Thomas's face, but only for an instant. Then, his features went just as... was it cold or hot? Could it be both?

"You're a fucking coward, Stotch." Craig said. He was staring at me in such a way that I felt as though he was suppressing an unspeakable rage.

"I know. I tried to tell him how I feel, and he just..." I started to break into tears. I didn't want to recall that moment of weakness. I hate this. This whole situation.

"He doesn't care about you. To him, you're just a God damn pawn." Thomas tells me. That's when I snap.

"HE DOES CARE! HE HAS TO! HE JUST-" I start, but realize that the Goths just sat down to take a smoke break.

They looked at us, a look of bland curiosity on each of thier faces. Then they looked at me, and they changed their expressions to something else. I don't know, I can't read them at all.

"I... just... leave me alone." I stutter. Kind of. Not even I could make it out. Then I ran. I just needed to get away from those two.

I can't believe Thomas. Cartman cares. I know he does. He just... He just doesn't show it like most people.

Still, their harsh words gave me something to think about for the rest of the day.


CRAIG POV

I watched that scared little fuck run. I had nothing to worry about. If he walked in with fresh bruises, noone would ask. If the teachers asked, he'd make an excuse. Fell down the stairs, something like that.

Still, I can't help but think that maybe we were too harsh. He deserved it, but I've seen his type before. He will put up with it, until the smallest thing triggers him.

As we walk back to the school, I look at Thomas.

"You alright?" I ask Thomas.

"Y-Yeah" he stutters. He was a little shaken, and he was rubbing his fist, as though he had hurt it.

To be honest, I kinda liked seeing that. For such a small kid, he sure can hit. Plus, I guess it made him just a little hotter.

"So, what now?"

"I say we go ahead and do what Cartman asked.

Oh, yeah. That.

"Well, yeah. We might wanna do that.

We walked into the school, and tried to find Tweek.


TWEEK POV

I was at my locker, when I heard a voice yell "FUCK!" Thomas, I take it.

"Hey, SHIT! Tweek." He said, walking towards me.

I was a little surprised, as he had never taken to talking to me.

"Uh... Hey, Thomas. What's up?" I asked.

He started to get shifty eyed.

He looked nervous.

"Look, Tweek. I need to talk to you out back."

Okay, I was definitely suspicious. I decided to get Pete over. We walked to him, and we three walked back.

As we walked to where the Seniors park, we stop.

"Okay, what's up?" Pete says.

"Look. I have some information that you might want to know." He said. He looked extra nervous now.

"Then talk." Pete said.

"Cartman. He's going to do something tomorrow night."

Our interest was piqued.

"Where?"

"When?"

Thomas struggles to get a hold of himself, doing a similar motion to Pete's hair flipping. One of his tics.

"At Stark's Pond. I don't Know what, Just that Cartman has something planned. I was told that you wre the best people to go to with this." Thomas told us.

Well. Stan will want to hear about this. "Thanks. How did you find out about this?" I asked.

Thomas took a look of worry. "I uh... Well, I kind of... eavesdropped."

That was weird. "Huh. Wouldn't figure you to be the type." Pet said.

And with that, we parted ways. I can't wait to tell Stan.

"Hey, uh... Did that seem weird to you?" Pete asked.

"I actually thought that, too."

"Well, we can't pass this up." He says, and to be honest... I agree.

"Ok, tell Stan, I'll tell the others. We'll set something up." I said. To be perfectly honest, I was a little worried. It seemed too convienient.

Way too convienient. But like Pete said.

Can't pass this up.


THOMAS POV

I can't believe I just did that.

They seem to trust me. I just, man...

Fuck Cartman.

"Hey, Tommy. How'd it go?" I heard from behind.

I saw Craig walk towards me, and I suddenly felt comforted.

"Uhh... This fucking sucks SHIT!"

"Yeah. But at least we won't have anything to do with it."

"Yeah. I told them in a way that would imply I'd just overheard it." I said.

Craig seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

With the whole school up in arms about Mid Park, and probably the same for Mid Park as well, it was nice to have some degree of happiness.

As we walked back into the school, we gave each other a look, and walked to our respective classes.


CARTMAN POV

All was going according to plan. As long as things keep going on as it had, we should be all set.

As I snuck onto the old man's farm, I try to find a nice sized animal.

Tonight will be fun.


Well, that was a bit short. I'm sorry, but I have a lot to do, and I have to go to my dad's for a few days, with no internet. Anyways, I will try to get something out after that. Bye!