I managed to get to work on time but now all I can think about is Tweek. How long was I there and all we did was talk? There was a lot to talk about but, what did we even talk about? Also, not super happy about how we were interrupted. I should've skipped work. Hm, I bet it would've been worth it.

These are better thoughts than worrying about stupid Clyde and his stupid ass face. I glance over at Marsh again. He's been real quiet and awkward. It's obvious he heard. I was appreciating him not talking about it or maybe him not talking at all. But like most good things, it ended quickly. "So," he starts.

"I don't want to hear it, Marsh," I snap, almost immediately. "I don't want your sympathy, apology, or fucking congratulations."

It's quiet. He looks a bit stunned. Then Stan says, "Jesus Christ, I was gonna ask you to cover my shift on Saturday."

Fuck. I need to chill out. That was embarrassing but, it was a fair assumption. This is Stan, we're talking about. "Yeah, whatever," I grumble.

The awkwardness from before has been amplified. I'm so annoyed. I should've stayed with Tweek. I zone out thinking about his legs.

The door dings as customer enters. I don't even look up. Stan's already at the register, I'm gonna let him handle the bulk of the work today. But then he says, "Hey, Clyde."

If I had just fucking skipped work, man.

I glare at the brunette on the other side of the counter. "Hey," he says. "I know you're working... but can we talk?"

"I don't see what there is to talk about." It's not like I have a choice now. I can't exactly leave my job. Fucking prick.

"Okay, asshole, I'm here to apologize," he tells me bluntly.

I didn't want to see Clyde again… today… at all. This is bullshit. I'm pissed off but I can't be. I don't feel like I'm allowed to be. And I have to let him talk because Kenny said so? I just want to curse Clyde out, but I'm supposed to let him cry and forgive him.

Before I can say my break is in an hour, Stan says, "I'll cover for you. You guys can go in the back." I glare at him now. What the fuck? He probably feels so helpful too. He picks the worst times to decide to be friendly. That's why I hate him. He should mind hid own fucking business.

"Fine." Whatever, we're gonna make up anyways. We might as well get it over with. I take Clyde into the break room and shut the door.

I want to say something but I can't think of anything. Clyde speaks first. "Hey, how I acted before was really childish. I'm sorry, man."

I half shrug. "Doesn't matter." As usual now that we're actually here I've cooled down. Now it feels like it was nothing.

"It does matter," Clyde insists. "Stop acting like a bitch. If you're mad, be mad."

"I haven't exactly been the greatest friend either though so what can I say?"

"That I'm an asshole or something. Like you always do."

That's… my point. But he's not wrong. I am pissed off. "Fine," I say. "You're a piece of shit. You're selfish and loud and you make everything about you."

Clyde nods, "Fair enough."

"I left school to get some space because of this bullshit and Kenny's calling me about how you're upset."

"What the fuck! I told him not to tell you any of that!"

"And then you come here like you're doing a good thing but I didn't want to talk! And I'm at work! But it's always about you." It's quiet.

"You're right," he says. "I didn't even think about it."
I sigh, shaking my head. "You ruined my moment." I say it deadpan. It was a joke but, not really. It's not like I wanted a, 'moment' but it was one and Clyde ruined it.

"What moment?" Clyde asks. "You fucking blurted it out in class. And I was the only one who didn't know."

I run my hand down my face. "You guys made me wish I hadn't told you."

"Well, sorry."

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you like that but that's the only way I felt like I could do it and it took a while to feel like I could even say it."

"Yeah," he says. "...Sorry."

"You suck."

"Okay, I'm sorry." he says. "Honestly, I never even thought about it and when you told us, I felt so stupid for bothering you all that time."

"You didn't know."

"And- I don't know- we used to be close. I thought you didn't like hanging out with us anymore but you were hanging out with Token… So, I thought maybe you didn't like me anymore."

"Clyde," I say. "Not about you," I remind him.

"That's not what I meant," he says. "I felt like an asshole for thinking that when it was really something else. Does that make sense?"

"Not at all." He laughs and rolls his eyes. It's quiet again. "…Are we good?"

"Aren't we?" he says. More silence.

"So," he says. "Tweek." He flashes his eyebrows.

"Go home, Clyde." I pull the door open.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow."

I nod and he starts towards the door. Clyde stops before he leaves the small room. "And about the rumors, I got your back, Craig." He slaps my shoulder.

I groan. "God, would you go?"

He laughs all the way out the store and I return to the registering feeling all the lighter. I have to agree with Ruby. It was nice at first but this is getting gross. Stan clears his throat, disrupting my thoughts. I almost forgot about him. Here we go. "I heard you left school early today…"

"Stan, please, can we just work in comfortable silence?"

"I was just-"

"I really don't care," I tell him bluntly.

"You're such an asshole!"

"So, stop talking to me!"

Stan huffs and keeps to himself for the next few minutes as someone comes in and checks out. Once they're gone though he says, "You know." I sigh heavily. "There's no reason why you and I shouldn't be able to come here and have a nice conversation."

"How about I don't like you?"

Now, Stan sighs. He shakes his head. "You're something else, man." Funny, I'm thinking the same shit about him. Maybe Stan means well, or maybe he's just being nosy. Either way, I don't care for it. But, I know I better prepare to get used to it.