Yet another chapter has graced the people of FanFiction... I feel really caffeinated right now, I've been drinking coffee and eating chocolate all morning. It is quite grand if I do say so.

Anyway, as I was saying, this is the next instalment of my brilliant saga.

I would like to congratulate omg.u.killed.kenny for being such an avid fan and always reviewing. What can I say... I love the fact that I get so much attention! I don't care how many reviews I get, as long as I have supportive readers like you.

So... on with the chapter!

Enjoy!
Peeve

Chapter Twelve
I Will Believe

I bolted to English, planning to seek refuge in the comfort of people who did not confuse me in any way. Our teacher, Mrs McDonald, was at the front discussing different poetical techniques... again. Most of the class was tuned out and staring out the windows or passing notes. A couple of notes would pass via us to get to the other side of the class, and I was always tempted to open them to see what they were discussing when they were sitting on opposite sides of the class.

Suddenly a note landed on my desk, this seemed familiar. I turned around and looked at Kyle, who grinned at me. I opened and read the letter.

Familiar much?

I just thought that.

This is so boring

Yep

Are you ok? You looked a little worried when you came into class.

Yeah, I'm

I scribbled that out and wrote instead

No not really, I'm a bit confused

What about?

Lots of things, but I'm sure things will sort themselves out

Good, I wouldn't want you to be to stressed :-)

Thanks Kyle, you're a real friend

What can I say? I'm wonderful

Don't get to full of yourself

Sorry ma'am won't happen again.

I didn't think so. Think you could help me with English at Lunch?

Yeah, sure. Is it for the assignment?

Yeah, you still need to give me the lyrics.

At that moment the teacher caught a note being passed at the front of the class. She made the student stand at the front of the class.

"Poor Peeve." Wendy muttered "It probably isn't even her note."

"Hey...Hey...Did you see Tracey and Bebe on Saturday... Yeah, that was hot... Tell me about it. Just thinking about it is giving me a-"

"That's enough, thankyou." Mrs McDonald said cutting off the girl at the exact right moment.

I face-palmed and wished more people had been totally smashed like Kyle on the night.

"Don't pass notes in class and do not gossip!" The teacher said before returning to her explanation of poetic techniques.

Kyle and I silently agreed to stop passing notes in class for fear of what the teacher would say when we read ours out. We all slept our way through the rest of the class and everyone immediately leapt up the instant the bell went and bolted for the door.

"So you got the lyrics?" Kyle said coming up behind me.

"Nah, but if we go to the library I can print you a copy." I said, turning down a corridor and heading for the canteen

"Cool."

"Are you buying lunch today?"

"Yeah. It was that, or eat last night's falafel. There are a lot of things I'd eat rather then last night's falafel."

"It's that good is it?"

"Oh yeah."

I took a seat with my tray at the table with Damian and he immediately got up and moved to another table. He must have been really pissed with me, but to be perfectly frank I couldn't be screwed dealing with his ego at that moment. I got up and moved over to Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman's table. Kyle and Stan were there already but Cartman was nowhere to be seen.

"Damian's being a bitch." I offered as an explanation when the two boys looked at me oddly. The both nodded and moments later Wendy and Bebe joined the table.

"Hey Trace, desided to join us today?"

"Yeah." I said, spearing a piece of cucumber on my fork and shoving it in my mouth.

"Hey Stan, are we still going out tonight?" Wendy asked

"Yep, everything's cool with my parents, I'll pick you up at six thirty."

"Great!" Wendy said, eating her chicken and salad wrap.

"What are you two doing?" Bebe asked.

"Were going to see a movie and maybe grab something to eat." Stan said.

"Cool, I might see you there. I'm going with Anthony to the movies tonight."

"Oh, cool."

Suddenly another table got pulled next to us by Token and Clyde. Before anyone could protest we had been joined by the two boys. Moments later Craig and Tweek turned up.

Within the next five seconds three people at the two tables were blushing profusely. Craig, Tweek and I all pretended to no see each other. Moments later, Kenny arrived with a tray piled high with food.

"Oh my god, you're eating, Kenny!" Stan said

"You bastard!" Kyle said without thinking and we all looked at him. "What?"

"Anyway..." Stan said, "How did you get so much food Kenny?"

Kenny sighed. "Alright, all of you listen up... I am living with Tracey because I left home. All further questions should be directed to my personal assistant."

"Who's your personal assistant?"

"Christophe."

"Oh... so not really a personal assistant?"

"Not really."

"Oh."

There was a moments silence while everyone digested the news and their food. Moments later Token had struck up a conversation with Bebe and Stan and Wendy were doing their lovey-dovey thing at the end of the table. Kyle, Clyde and Tweek were in a heated conversation about their Politics and Law teacher which left me, Craig and Kenny sitting in silence near the middle of the table.

"Hey Trace?"

"Yeah Kenny?"

"You seen Craig's tattoo?"

"Hey!" Craig exclaimed

"No."

"Alright then." Kenny said. He grabbed and gave him a little shove. "Show her."

"It's nothing really."

"Can I see?" I asked.

Craig looked a little hesitant but he turned around and pulled up his shirt so I could see his back. He had the words 'No Mercy' printed on his upper back, it looked as though the letters were made out of smaller words but I couldn't tell what they said.

"That's pretty cool." I said. "What does it mean?"

He pulled his shirt down again and turned around.

"No mercy for those who mess with my friends." He said taking a mouthful of his orange juice.

Kenny beamed at Craig and I then looked down at his lunch thoughtfully.

"What up Kenny?" I asked

"It's nothing." He said, "I have to go do something, see you all later."

There was a general chorus of goodbyes and then Kenny walked away. He was acting oddly, it must of been the first time he'd had a full tray of food, and he ate hardly any of it. I was a little concerned about him, but of course, I had my own plate full of problems at the moment.

Then it hit me, I was putting myself before someone, and that just wasn't me. The only way I was going to get over this attitude was if I sorted out all my problems. I sighed and got up.

"I have to go sort something out." I said getting up. "I'll meet you in the library half way through lunch OK Kyle."

"Yep, sure."

I walked over to the table where Pip and Damian were sitting down.

"Damian, if you have an issue with me please tell what exactly the problem is."

"What do you think?"

"I think you're blaming me for something you did."

"That's not what I'm doing, you laughed at us when we got drinks all over us."

"Maybe that's because I was drunk?"

"...well...maybe." He said slowly, looking down at his tray again.

"...what I don't get is how you could just forget everything I've helped you do all this time because of one little thing like that...nice." I said "I have to go, see you later."

I got up again and scraped off my tray into the bin. Today was shaping up to be 'not my day.'

I met Kyle in the Library at the half way bell of lunch and I handed him the lyrics I had printed for him. We sat down at a table near the back of the room and we both started writing. We agreed to write a practice essay in the second half of lunch, so that we were prepared.

"Hey guys!" Stan said suddenly, interrupting our flow of thoughts. He and Wendy were standing there beaming at us.

"We were kind of work here." Kyle said looking a little annoyed.

"Ah ha... anyway Kyle, Wendy and I were wondering if you wanted to tag along for the movies tonight. You were saying you wanted to see the Tomb of Dragon Emperor."

"Yeah cool."

"Why don't you come too Tracey." Wendy said "It could be like a double-date except you guys aren't dating."

"Yeah, then Kyle won't be a loner." Stan said

"Stan!" Wendy said elbowing him.

At that moment the librarian shushed us.

"Anyway, want to come?"

"Sure... I could do with a night out."

"Right, well if you two could be there at about seven we'll see when the movie starts." Stan said.

"Alright then."

The librarian shushed us again. When she wasn't looking Stan flipped her off.

"So... see you tonight." Stan said

"See you round dude." Kyle said going back to his essay. Wendy and Stan walked back towards the door and I distinctly heard Stan say something about nerds. I just shook my head and went back to writing my practice essay.

I had Precalculus next, and without thinking I turned up for class and sat next to Craig. About five seconds later I wished I hadn't as the memories of early came flooding back.

"Craig, we need to talk." I said

"Mr Karasavas won't let us, he doesn't like it when we talk in class. Anyway, what we are going to talk about I get the distinct impression you don't want other people to hear."

"We're skipping."

"Twice in one day?"

"It's not he takes the role. I'll just get Carla to say you got knocked unconscious and I had to take you to the office." I said, then realised that I needed to become more creative with my excuses.

"Alright, come on." He said.

I told Carla the story and she agreed to tell Mr Karasavas the story. Then, we both bolted out of the class and into the nearest locker room. We immediately turned around and walked back out when we saw the locker room was already occupied.

"I did not need to see that." Craig said rubbing his eyes.

"I can't believe you flipped them the bird."

"It's what I do in a crisis!"

"Whatever... come on..." I said leading him down the hallway towards the next locker room.

Fortunately for us, this one was empty. We sat behind one of the rows of lockers. We just sat there for a second.

"So..." Craig said slowly.

"Sorry about earlier."

"I didn't really care, I just don't get why."

"I'm just really confused at the moment. I don't know exactly why I did it. I guess I just wanted to know."

"Know what?"

"What it was like to kiss you." I said slowly. I felt my face burn as I flushed again. I didn't look at Craig, I just stared at the titles on the walls.

"Why are you so confused?"

That was a good question; I didn't know how to answer. I felt as though I liked Tweek lots, and I like Craig heaps too. I put my hands over my face.

"I don't know." I said.

"Tracey! Craig!" A voice called quietly down the hall.

"Is that Stan?" Craig said. He was right, it was Stan.

"Craig! Tracey!" Another voice called, it could only be Wendy. I could only wonder why they were out of class looking for me. I got up and walked to the door, sticking my head out. The two of them looked quite tussled and flushed red. They looked as though they had just ran a two hundred kilometre run.

"We're here." I said motioning for them to come in and join us. They both looked at each other and walked into the locker room with us.

"We're so sorry." Wendy said

"For... what?" I asked, completely confused.

"Holy shit... it was you two." Craig said his eyes widening as he stared at them.

"You...two..." I said, still not fully comprehending. Then it hit me."Oh... my...god..."

"Sorry." Wendy said

"In a locker room?" I said shaking my head

"You almost blinded me." Craig said.

"Sorry."

An awkward silence fell in the locker room as I found myself wondering whether or not they finished the job before they came to see us or not. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the rather vivid I now had forming in there.

"But in the locker room? You're pretty lucky it was us and not a teacher." Craig said

"Yeah... we know... not ever doing it again."

I noticed Craig was still looking wide eyed at the ground.

"It's worse when you know the people." Craig said "I will never be able to look at you the same."

"I don't know, I don't think it was very different for me." I said "I already knew they did it."

"We're right here." Stan said.

There was another long period of silence as Craig attempted to think about anything other then what we had just been confronted with.

"That's it... we should go back to class and try to get our minds off it." Stan said.

"What's the point, there is only five minutes until the next period anyway." Craig said.

"We have to go get our books." Stan said with a nod in Wendy's direction. She agreed and got up. They both left quickly.

"It would be kind of kinky to do it in a locker room... but you'd have to be sure no-one was going to come in."

"You are not thinking about it."

"No... I was just pointing out why you would do it."

"Good..."

"Hey Trace..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you kiss someone else today?"

That was unexpected, so I told the truth. "No, but I got kissed."

"That's why you are confused?"

"Probably."

The bell rang for the start of the last period of the day. Craig stood up and I followed suit.

"I guess I'll see you later." I said

"Yeah, see you." He said. I went to walk away but he stopped. "Trace?"

"Yeah?"

"Who was it?"

That one I didn't want to tell him at all. "Um..."

"It's alright if you don't want to tell me, I understand." Craig said "But if he's confused you, there must be something there. So... if you end with him... I'm happy for you."

"Thanks Craig." I said, pulling him into a hug. Several juniors had come into the locker room and were fiddling with their locks. I didn't care, I was too happy to know that Craig was still my friend.

Nothing breaks a good friendship

Isn't it sweet... I love Craig... he's all tough and manly on the outside but cute and fluffy on the inside. I love how Tracey doesn't think about people's looks but rather their personality. If only everyone was like that.

Anyway, I hoped you like this chapter. My last few chapters have been a bit all over the place but I am hoping to bring the story together a bit more in the next few chapters.

Review if you feel like it... not if you feel like flaming... that hits me where it hurts most... I'm definitely in a weird mood at the moment.

Peeve