October 7th, 2005

Time: 6:35 PM

I told you I'd be back didn't I?

This week has gone by with the usual events happening to me. You know, Eric and Token and the rest of the football team stuffing me into lockers and making fun of me endlessly, my parents finding various stupid excuses to punish or yell at me, Bebe not giving me the time of day.

Actually, scratch that last one, as something kind of strange happened after school today that involved me and Bebe. It was about 3:30 when it occurred. I was going over towards my car, getting ready to pull out of the lot and go home, when, of course, who comes over but the Three Stooges themselves, Eric, Token, and Craig. They had some time before football practice started, so I guess they needed to bust my balls to amuse themselves while they waited. Eric and Token I kinda expected to show up, but Craig is usually one of the more quiet kids, both on the football team or in general. I guess Eric, in his usual, charming (in a bad way) fashion, convinced Craig to come along for this round of hurting me.

I won't go into exactly what went down, as I'm not really that good at describing things in detail, and I'm also too fucking angry at this constant crap they pull on me, but I'll try my best to summarize it. For the most part, Token, in his oh so "eloquent" way, went through all of his tired, cliché "gay" terms that he had for me. You know, fag, queer, the whole kit and caboodle. These comments do hurt yes, but at the same time, I kind of think it's pathetic that he can't think of anything original, and that he has to go down to the level of a 5th or 6th grader with the terms he uses against me.

Anyway, Though I wanted to just deck Token in the face then and there, two things stopped me. For one, I'm usually not a violent person, I feel it's best to just ignore the stupidity that comes from Token and the others and just walk away. And secondly, I'm as weak as shit, and if I even attempted to punch him, not only would it probably not hurt Token, I'd probably get my ass kicked. So there I was, just standing there like a fucking goof, taking all of this shit from Token, Eric, and Craig, when all of a sudden, there she was. Bebe Stevens herself!

She stormed over and yelled at the three of them, telling them to leave me alone and go bother someone their own size. I have to admit, I was shocked and floored at this, but at the same time, I was kind of suspicious too. It is well known that Token and Eric and Craig are in the "cool circle" along with Bebe, so a part of me was thinking that she and them were in cahoots somehow to lull me into a false sense of security before pulling another prank on me. But no, she continued the scolding of them until all three just kinda went away. However, the look of death that Eric gave me as they went off pretty much hinted that I was in for it from them come tomorrow morning. I guess an ass kicking, then getting stuffed in a locker will happen huh?

Anyway, back to Bebe and me. After they left, she took my hand in hers gently and asked if I was ok. I was still kinda shocked and suspicious, so I was hesitant to answer at first, but then I nodded my head yes. Then she smiled at me, oh God how sexy and hot she looks when she smiles (even hotter then she usually is), and said some words to me that are still buzzing around in my head at this very moment.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that Butters. If they ever do it again, don't hesitate to tell me."

We probably would have kept on talking, but she excused herself to get to cheerleading practice. I drove home and did my homework in the happiest of moods, The happiest I've been in a while. But, as of an hour or so ago, I started to think about the situation more carefully. Has she actually had a change of heart somehow, or does she have some kind of prank of her sleeve with the others? I'd rather not just be naive and say she is changing (As that's always given me nothing but pain in the past), so, I've come to a decision. Come tomorrow in home room, I'm gonna pull her aside and ask her bluntly what this coming to my rescue is about. I'm 99.9 percent sure I won't like the answer she gives, but hey, there's still that .1 percent that may be good. So I'm not worried.

Ah well, my mom's calling me down for dinner now, so I'll just finish up writing for tonight. I hope for the best tomorrow

Butters out.