A/N: Yaaay for having no life and making super quick updates. XD

I'm wanting moar and moar to get to the juicy stuff, so here's the angsty drama teenage crap. Enjoy : D

Lunch Table Angst

-sip-

Ahhh…

I smiled and closed my eyes as I let the vanilla flavor of my steaming cup of jo sweep over my tongue and warm my throat.

Careful not to jitter too much with a hot cup of coffee in hand, I made my way to the living room and sat myself down on the couch, in front of the TV.

It was always such a bummer to come home from sleeping over at Craig's place. Watching Red Racer, eating Hot Tamales, the pure entertainment of watching his whole family constantly flip each other off. I'd thought it was so much pressure to be around a family that behaved that way at first, but I'd gotten so used to it over the years that I just found it funny now.

But my Dad wanted me to come home and watch the phone all Sunday for an important business call while he was working at the shop, and Craig had to get up early tomorrow to go to church anyways.

That was okay. I had a lot of thinking to do. And planning. Dirty, evil, wrong, horrible planning; but I gave into my insatiable curiosity anyways and took out a piece of loose leaf paper, tearing it a bit due to a twitch.

I sat and flicked a marker in my hand nervously. I was thinking of tomorrow and where everyone was going to be to compose my note, and got lost in my thoughts of Friday afternoon… Craig's arm, snug around my neck, and our eyes connecting like magnets…

Ack- enough of that! That wasn't helpful right now. Now, back to the note. Damien saw me and Craig standing in the arcade that day. Despite that, it brought to my attention that he was a relentless gossip and believed anything he heard… or read. He would do just fine. This could work…

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At 7 o'clock AM on Monday morning, I was as nervous and jumpy as I'd ever been. Tiptoeing down the empty, quiet halls of the school, I strained my ears for any noise besides the soft sounds of my own sneakers.

I carefully leaned my head around a corner, and the last stretch of the hallway was empty. I darted my eyes down the lockers and became even shakier, running a trembling hand through my hair.

I continued walking slowly down the corridor and stopped. There it was; locker number 666. Damien's locker. My nerves started kicking into high gear and I stared down at the folded piece of paper in my hand anxiously.

I unfolded it and read my intentionally messy and unrecognizable handwriting once more, and folded it closed. I stared at the locker, then the note. I was shaking like a queer in a wiener factory now.

With guilty and curious thoughts running through my head lightning fast, my mind suddenly became silent when I heard distant footsteps.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and muffled a cry, shoved the note into the locker and I bolted.

As I ran down the hallways, I realized there was no turning back now. It was done. And by lunchtime today, the embers of that simple note would have spread like wildfire.

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"You so did fucking not!"

"Yeah, I did!"

"I don't believe you, Ken," Clyde said expectantly. "Wendy wouldn't have let you do something like that to her!" Clyde went on, with a pervy grin on his face.

Kenny smiled. "Hey, I can be pretty persuasive. Right, Tweek?" Kenny said smoothly, turning and looking towards me.

"Jng- Urgh, go die Kenny!" I retorted with a worried look on my face.

Craig snickered and glanced at the clock. "Dear God, this class has gone on forever!" he sighed, looking at me.

Tell me about it.

My mind had been racing 100 miles per hour, unlike the time. In ten minutes, it would all be out in the open. I stared at Stan again nervously. I hope no one finds out it was me… oh Jesus… I just need to act as normally as I can! I shook a bit and twitched.

"Are you okay, man?" Craig asked with an eyebrow raised. "You seem more tense then usual."

"Ack, I do?" I asked frantically. "No, I just… didn't get any sleep last night, like always. And yeah," I said retardedly.

"Mmm… kay." Craig said boredly, and flipped his Biology textbook closed. "Hey, Stan!" he called across the room

My heart seriously stopped right then.

Stan turned from his conversation with Kyle and raised a pierced eyebrow at Craig. "Yeah dude?"

"You gonna give my Terrance and Philip movie back anytime soon?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting I have it," Stan said, smirking. "I'll write it on my hand right now," he finished, proceeding to take out one of his many Sharpies and jotted something on the back of his hand.

I was seriously going to die.

DIE.

RING YOU STUPID SONOFABITCHING BELL!!

-Dang! Dang!-

With that, everyone in the room began packing up their things and leaving the room.

"I hope they have spicy rice again for lunch today," Craig said hungrily.

"Ngh- I don't know why you like spicy food so much man," I said, hopefully calmly. My stomach churned as the two of us left the room last and walked down the halls.

I noticed right away the higher than average amount of people staring at us, namely Craig, and whispering to each other. Oh dear God… deep breaths. Just get to the lunch table. No time for coffee today, no matter how much I needed it!

"Well spicy food sure has a lot more zing than the bitter stuff you're into. Like coffee," Craig replied, watching some of the kids in the hall.

I pulled on my shirt anxiously. "I don't necessarily love the taste of coffee! I'm just addicted! I like chocolate more," I said, my voice wavering a bit.

"Mmm," Craig said, darting his eyes among the chattering teens. "Damn, these kids are annoying me more than usual today. Let's just hurry and go sit down."

He must have read my thoughts.

We arrived at our usual lunch table, and I took notice of the seating plan for today. Cartman, Kenny, Kyle on one side, Clyde, Butters, and Stan on the other.

Craig didn't hesitate to take a seat next to the other black-haired boy casually and pulled out some change from his pocket.

I decided to sit next to Kyle on the other side, facing Craig. I was shaking softly and couldn't keep my eyes off of kids passing by and staring at us.

"Does anyone know what they're serving for lunch today?" Craig asked, poking through his change.

Some brown haired kid walked behind Craig. "Sorry, they aren't serving emo boys today," he said, and walked away.

Craig blinked a few times and flipped the guy off as he walked away. Oh Jesus, it's begun.

"I hope they have saulsbury steak…" Cartman said, licking his lips.

"I don't give a crap what they're serving, as long as someone buys me something!" Kenny said wishfully.

Henrietta, the husky goth chick stopped by our table. "Oh, Stan. I always knew it. I'm sad but a little turned on, dude," she said, winking. She walked away towards the goth table.

Stan's eyes widened he cocked his head. "What?!" came his classic response.

"What the hell's she talking about, Stan?" Kyle asked, poking a straw through his juice box.

"I have no clue!" Stan said.

I found myself wringing my hands together like Butters usually does. This is killing me… where's Damien?

"Boo!" came a high voice, and two hands grabbed my shoulders violently.

"GAHH- AHH!" I screamed, jumping about a foot in the air. I turned and saw Damien's pale face. "Jesus Christ, Damien! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I blurted.

"No, no. I'm sure you've gotten one from the recent news already" he said, grinning.

"What freaking news?" Craig said, bewildered.

"Oh like you don't know, queer-bait. One of my friends saw you and Stan sucking faces behind the Church yesterday. A church, of all places!" Damien sung out, smug as shit.

Stan dropped his fork and Craig's jaw fell open.

"WHAT?" they both cried.

"I'm gonna go talk with the goth kids now. Goodbye!" he said in a squeaky, satisfied voice and walked away.

"S… Stan?" Kyle asked in a small voice.

"Oh, jeez. I knew he was going to say that," Butters said worriedly, beating his fists together.

"Dear God! Who the hell-" Stan began.

"Wow, Stan. You and Craig, behind the church? Didn't think you had it in you," Kenny said, smiling widely.

"OH MY GOD, YOU FAGGOTS!" Cartman hollered, pointing and laughing at Stan.

"Shut the hell up, Cartman! It isn't true!" Stan blabbered, slowly turning red.

I half squinted and watched what I had created come to life. I slowly looked at Craig, who was just sitting there, mouth gaping and eyes widened.

"Aw dude, you go from Wendy to Craig? That's not an improvement," Clyde said, in a playful disappointed voice.

"Hello?? Does anyone realize how insane this sounds?" Kyle protested in Clyde's face.

"What, jealous or something, Kyle?" Kenny asked with an excited smile.

"Goddamnit Kenny, not now!" Kyle said, angrily.

I'd been sweating bullets watching everyone's reactions, when one of our old classmates, Jason walked by. "Jesus, Craig. I never really expected you to be gay for Stan," he said, casually. "Are you going to have to quit the football team now?" he asked jokingly.

Craig closed his eyes for a moment, and stood up. He stared right at Jason.

"Shut the FUCK UP, JASON!" He bellowed. Surrounding kids scurried away.

Jason walked away quickly with a scared look on his face.

Craig sat back down, staring at the table. His face was redder than Stan's.

Then he looked up at me.

My eyes widened and I felt tears sting my eyelids right then and there. Craig had such a confused, embarrassed look on his face. He looked as if the only thing in the world he wanted right now was to be alone and talk to me… the person who sabotaged him.

My God… I've made such a horrible mistake. I heard my friends around me continue to discuss the situation at hand excitedly as I tore my eyes away from Craig, and looked at Kyle. He had shrunk down in his seat, and my emotions sunk even lower as I read his face… he had a look of disbelief on and his eyes looked slick and glassy, as if he were about to cry.

"Urgh- Nnngh!" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. 'Oh my God! What the hell did I do to him?' came a familiar thought from third grade, when I first saw Craig in his bed, beaten. I remember so distinctly, though… through all the bruises and swelling, he'd looked... peaceful. He had looked at rest. And, now… I couldn't think about this anymore. I haven't hurt Craig since back in third grade, and especially not like this. I was about to burst.

"Well at least they can actually find people to make out with, instead of you, fatass!" Kenny yelled at Cartman.

"Aye!" Cartman said. "You don't know what you're talking about, trailer trash!"

"Shut up already, Kenny! It didn't happen!" Stan protested.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Kyle finished writing something quickly on a scrap of paper and slid it to Stan under the table. I'm actually surprised, but at the same time not surprised by Kyle's reaction.

I looked up and saw Craig looking down and blinking quickly, running a fingernail absent mindedly over the table. Then he looked at me again.

"Can you come over today?" He asked quietly.

I tried to hold back the tears, but I could feel my eyes watering up and a tear escape me when I twitched. I quickly brushed it away. "Yeah, of course, dude." I said, guilt dripping off of every one of my words.

"You know it isn't true… right?" he asked me in a scared kind of way.

I nodded. You dumb fucking sack of shit. You don't deserve to have him as a friend. He'll never forgive you! He'll never be the same! No one's going to be your friend after this! You're going to have to move away!

-Dang! Dang!-

As the bell rung, I didn't even cast a glance over any one of them again as I got up and quickly walked from the cafeteria. I'd had too much misery today and I deserved all of it. I deserved more than what I got. I wish I could drain all the sadness from Craig and take it double myself. I just wanted to hold him... kiss his teary eyelids and make it all better. But I can't…

I gotta wait until after school.

I gotta wait until the end of the day, now. I might not survive it!

A/N: LOLOmg. Angsty Craig :'C

But guess what? Next chapter... is some good stuff, I'll tell you that. 8D

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