Hi everyone! Long time no see… very long time… see! I just updated! I'm awesome, yes? Hehe… sorry, I got carried away by other fandoms.

That and my stupid USB kept breaking. Then I accidentally poured water on my old laptop, so I had to get a new one. Then the school completely blocked . *sigh*. It's just a series of unfortunate events I tell you.

In any case, no-one should disagree that it is awesome of me to start writing this again.

Enjoy!
Peeve

Chapter 16
I Don't Care

Form… well… form was awkward to say the least. Kyle and I didn't make eye contact. Like usual I sat between him and Pip and a couple of times I went to say something but I tended to find the words caught in my throat.

Precalc… I wanted to shoot myself… or claim I had a concussion… or give Craig a concussion. He sat next to me he whole time we were going over our tests. I couldn't tell what I hated more, absolute silence from Kyle or nonchalance from Craig.

As it turned out Tweek was away again. It was beginning to worry me. More then a little can I say. I pushed it to the back of my mind. I would drop by his house some time. Maybe tomorrow if he didn't turn up for school tomorrow.

Then is it was sport. I had Sport with Stan which was pretty cool. I got changed into my gym outfit and met up with him outside the gym.

"Hey Trace."

"Hey Stan."

"What's up?"

"Not a lot. Yourself?"

"Kyle's been acting strange since last night. Where did you go?"

"I had to leave."

Stan sighed and face-palmed. "Trace… Wendy said I should tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"Get over your attachment fears because you'll only end up hurting people."

I was my turn to sigh and face-palm. "Yeah, yeah. I know." I said. "Come on Stanny… let's get there before coach comes and rips our legs off."

"Yeah…" He said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and we walked into the gym. Already some of the students were warming up with laps. Others were talking with friends or texting in the corners of the gym. Without even speaking to one another Stan and I began stretching.

"So… you like Kyle?"

I thought for a second then nodded. "Yeah… I do."

"But you like Craig too, right."

I frowned slightly, wondering how he could know that. "Huh?"

"Well, I heard from a friend of a friend that he kissed you in the hallway this morning. I guess I assumed…" He said as he tightened his shoelace then straightened up, giving me a nod. We started jogging around the gym.

"Well… that did happen I guess. And I guess I do like Craig. But… I dunno." I said. That pretty much summed it up. I didn't know what was going on anymore.

Stan sighed, then shrugged. "Well you know, whatever works out for you."

'I don't want it to work out for me. I want everyone else to be happy.' I thought as we rounded a corner.

That was maybe the problem. I was trying to hard to please everyone else. It was just how I was. Yet still, there was the possibility it was something else that was making this so difficult.

We came to a stop and were stretching again just as the teacher arrived. Mr Doyle had us gather together and split us into two groups. I was thankful for the fact I got to be with Stan. However, I also managed to somehow end up with the one person I had hoped not to be with.

Clare Cosmopolitan. It was really beginning to bother me how she was popping up all over the place. Thankfully I was saved from to much interaction by the arrival of Kelly on our team. She would know to keep us at a distance from one another and Clare wouldn't mind hanging with a fellow cheerleader.

We were playing dodge ball. It's strange how gym teachers are able to pick the most annoying sports to play.

We spent the better part of the game lurking at the back avoiding the balls. I found it difficult to contain my laughter when Clare got hit in the head with a ball. I guess she just got what was coming to her. Clare was making me into a sadist.

I must have looked smug or something though because Clare glared at me, then looked at Stan.

"I didn't know you, like, slept around. I obviously, like, underestimated you."

"Apparently you think we have a lot in common." I muttered, only loud enough for Stan to hear. He sniggered

"Like Tracey would do some-zing like zat." Christophe said from the side-lines where he had been standing, smoking. For some reason the teacher didn't seem to have noticed.

Gregory was standing next to him, casting contemptuous glares at Clare.

"You manage to, like, score as well." Clare said, sneering slightly.

Christophe raised an eyebrow.

"Well obviously someone is deaf. Trace has morals, unlike some people." Gregory said

I decided to cut in before the fight escalated.

"Let's not argue guys. Let her believe what she likes. Just because she says it, doesn't mean it's true."

Christophe nodded slightly and Gregory sneered but both of them shut their mouths. Clare on the other hand turned back on me.

"Wow, you must, like, really work it. Anyone you haven't, like, slept with here?"

I glanced at her and smiled my natural smile. I wasn't going to bite back. Nothing could make me snap at this girl.

"After all, I already heard you were, like, sleeping with the, like, offensive and the, like, safety." She said. Suddenly, although no-one actually turned and looked I could tell everyone was paying attention because the noise level dropped significantly.

"Well, you obviously have your facts confused." I said smoothly. My smile didn't shift one iota. I would not let this girl get to me. I suddenly felt the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. I didn't.

"I don't, like, think so. I also heard you, like, live with that man-whore. Must be good to always, like, be able to get it whenever you want it."

"You'd know."

The words came out before I could stop myself. Why wasn't the sports teacher here? I bet you he had gone back to his office to nap til the end of the period, as per usual.

"What did you, like, say?"

"You'd know."

"What is that, like, supposed to mean?"

"What do you think?"

She looked really pissed off now. I was trying to think of ways to get myself out of this hole I had started digging myself. Nothing was coming to mind. If she attacked me I would probably have to dive behind the nearest available person as I knew I wouldn't be able to stop her.

"Like, how dare you?"

That got me. She just spent the last five minutes accusing me of getting around and the minute I made one comment directed at her she was pissy.

"She's not the only one thinking it." Stan said. He looked as though he were barely involved in the conversation, instead just staring out the window nonchalantly. However, that would only added insult to injury no doubt.

"Shut up, faggot. No-one asked you."

That made me think of Cartman. How had I eventually got through to that boy? Oh yeah, I caught him following Butters around one day. Well, that didn't really apply to this girl I didn't think.

While I was off contemplating the better ways of ignoring the girl she was suddenly hit on the head with a shovel.

"'tophe!" I said as the girl slumped to the floor. I rolled my eyes and walked over to her. "Looks like she has a concussion."

I mentally cracked up. I could actually take someone to the nurse for real, with a concussion. This was great. Now this was officially the best day of my life.

This was officially the worst day of my life. Christophe got a detention, which he said was no big deal and Clare was fine with no serious injuries. However, she somehow managed to spark a whole tidal wave of rumours about me, ranging from 'Tracey got an elephant imported as a pet' to 'Trace is South Park's new biggest slut.' Strangely though, more people believed the first one then the second one. Stan told me it was because of Kyle but didn't take the time to elaborate.

The day passed relatively uneventfully from there on in. Damian beat up and few guys and Pip was being strangely self-reliant. In fact, for the first day ever I didn't get a bully call.

I felt as if my time as South Park's Little Helper was coming to a close. But still… where could Tweek be?

Maybe because I didn't have anything else to worry about I was focusing all my attention on one problem In any case, I was concerned enough to ask Craig. Craig who I had still been annoyed with.

"Craig."

"Oh, hey Trace."

"Do you know where Tweek is."

"He told me he was sick."

"Oh… ok. Thanks Craig."

"Hey Trace."

"Yeah?"

"Sorry…"

"Yeah, I know Craig. Don't worry about it."

Ok… dodge ball was inspired by my own sports lesson this week. It was raining so we had to combine three classes, and we ended up playing dodge ball. At one stage me and this other chick were the only people on my team who hadn't been hit but we managed to catch three balls and before long most of the team was back on. We ended up winning actually.

Anyway, this is what we call a 'filler' and it annoyed the hell out of me, having to write it. But… when it's got to be done it's got to be done.

I have already written the next two chapters, with chapter nineteen nearly half-complete so it won't be long at all until the next update. Proud of me?

Until we meet again
Peeve