My heart started pounding in my chest when I saw Kyle enter the Home Economics classroom, but my attraction was soon turned to jealousy when I saw Clyde enter behind him.
"Hi." They greeted in unison. Great, they were only together in public for half a day and they were already speaking together.
"Hey bros." I replied, trying to keep up the surfer dude act. Kyle narrowed his eyes in my direction before shrugging and taking their seats.
"Why are you talking strange?" He whispered to me.
"I heard that surfer guys are in these days, I just want to fit in you know? It's hard being the new kid and not having any friends." I whispered back. Kyle smiled at me with understanding and put his hand on mine. I felt a jolt of electricity pass through my body, his hand was so soft and warm, and it was heaven.
"Greg, can you come wash these bowls out in the washroom?" Ms Bing said handing me two yellow mixing bowls.
"Sure." I replied. When I went into the washroom, I walked over to the sink and was surprised to find a piece of folded up paper sticking out from behind the mirror. Setting the bowls down in the sink, I reached out and pulled the piece of paper out from behind the mirror. I usually hated excitement, but something in my brain kept telling me to look at the paper. I was surprised to see it was folded up, a bit crookedly, as if the person folding it was in a hurry. I unfolded it carefully and peered down at the nearly illegible handwriting, it was as if the person was also in a great hurry when they were writing it. I sat down on the floor in the corner of the restroom and began reading.
Dear Anyone,
Okay, so writing a page for no one in particular, but why was it sticking out from behind the mirror? Who was the kid hoping would find it? I stopped thinking about it and continued reading again.
The students and teachers here a freakin idiots, I mean so what if he has a tan and bleached hair, it's easy to see that Greg isn't who he says he is.
I stopped reading when I reached my pseudonym, I could feel my heart start to pound in my chest, and someone was onto me. I continued reading so I could figure out who it was.
It doesn't take the sharpest tool in the shed to see it is Craig Tucker, even with his fake surfer guy dialogue; it's easy to tell it's him. He has the same scar above his left eye, he stares after Kyle like a long lost puppy the way Craig always did, and he keeps slipping up on his dialogue.
I stopped reading again, this person, whoever they were, had been studying me closely for a while. That scared me a bit, that someone had been pretty much stalking me and I had never even known it. I took a deep breath and started to read again.
I can honestly say I have no idea why Craig is doing this; maybe he invented a new identity so he could finish Kyle off. After Kyle, he may go after Stan next, who knows what he has planned.
I yet again stopped reading, I didn't think it was Stan, he didn't seem the type to do things undercover like this, but now I had confirmation.
Craig scares me, the way his steel grey eyes bores through you with no emotion just leaves me with a fear that strikes deep in my gut. I really hope that someone braver, tougher, and stronger than I am can figure this out. I hope that someone can solve the mystery and get rid of Craig Tucker before he gets rid of us. To whoever finds this, get rid of Greg, unless you're someone like Butters then don't bother. This is urgent.
The writing ended right there and I chuckled a bit to myself, this person was terrified of me and he wanted to get rid of me. It was a bit ironic how I had been the one to find the paper. I was going to figure out who it was and I was going to get rid of him before he could expose my secret to the school. I was not going to let anything come between Kyle and I, a saying once said that love makes you do crazy things. I guess I am a bit crazy, crazy in love.
"Took you long enough." Ms Bing said flatly when I had re-entered the classroom.
"I got lost." I lied. Ms Bing sighed and before I could reach my seat, the bell rang.
"What's the real reason you took so long?" Cartman demanded while we were walking to History and I started telling him about the note. He stopped and started stroking his chin while he was thinking.
"Let's ditch, Mr Cork won't even notice, we can talk at Shakey's Pizza."
He said finally. I readily agreed and followed him outside. The cool air hit me like a ton of bricks; I knew I should have brought a jacket.
"You're shivering like you really are from Florida." Cartman commented before taking off his jacket.
"What are you doing?" I asked when Cartman handed it to me.
"Giving you mine since you forgot yours." Cartman said with a slight shrug. I thanked him and put it on. I welcomed its warmth and smiled a bit. I was still confused on why Cartman had lent me his jacket though; he had never done anything nice for me before. Then I remembered; he was helping me pull off this whole Greg thing. When we reached Shakey's Pizza, we quickly walked over to a table and started to talk while we waited for someone to take our order.
"Do you have any idea who it might be?" I asked.
"The hand writing looked a bit messy you say?" Cartman replied. I nodded,
"It was like they were in a hurry."
"Do you still have the note with you?"
"I ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet; I didn't want to risk getting found out by someone else. Cartman then let out a long sigh.
"We might be able to have used it to decipher the hand writing or something." I hung my head in shame, mad at myself that I hadn't thought of that.
"Just keep a look out if they leave any more notes and don't get rid of the next one." Cartman said before turning to the waiter to tell him that we wanted a large pepperoni pizza, a glass of iced tea, and a glass of soda.
"I started making a suspects list." I said stirring my straw in my tea after the waiter had brought us our drinks.
"Who is on it?" Cartman asked.
"Honestly, it's people who it can't be, it can't be Stan or Butters because they're mentioned in the note, and it can't be Kyle because he's blind. Clyde writes like a girl, he dots his I's with hearts and all that, Token writes in perfect cursive, Bebe writes big fancy letters, Wendy writes neat tiny letters." I stopped and looked over at Cartman; his face looked like it was in deep concentration.
"What are you thinking?" I asked putting my hand on Cartman's arm. It might have been my imagination, but I could see a light blush appear on his face.
"I'm just thinking about how they might have disguised their handwriting." Cartman coughed out, like he was embarrassed about something. I mentally face palmed myself for not thinking about that.
"You're right; I mean it could be anyone besides the people mentioned in the note." I said with a sigh. After we had finished our pizza, we got up and started to walk back to the school.
"Thanks for letting me use your jacket." I said with a smile.
"No problem, I have to go disinfect it now since you got your stupid germs all over it though." Cartman said irritably with a slight eye-roll. I didn't understand what was up with him, one minute he was being nice and helpful and the next he was back to being a douche. When I entered the school, something caught my eye, stuck in one of the chairs by the principal's office was a piece of paper like the one that had been sticking out of the mirror in the washroom. I quickly snatched it up and started to walk quickly down the hall and let myself into the janitor's closet. The janitor's closet was a small musty area that smelled like a wet mop. I cursed when a broom fell and whacked me in the head as soon as I sat down after pulling on the long chain string to turn the light on. When I unfolded the piece of paper, I was surprised to see that a photograph had fallen out. I picked it up and what I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life, it was a picture of Cartman and I at Shakey's Pizza, my hand was on Cartman's arm and Cartman had a light blush on his face. My stalker had been in the very same room as me when I was telling Cartman about them. I swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat and started to read the note, the hand writing was the same was the first note had been.
I saw Craig and Cartman together at Shakey's Pizza not too long ago, they were having a pretty serious conversation, and I should have known Cartman was in on this. That fat ass has been making everyone's lives a living hell for as long as I could remember. He is probably plotting with Craig to take us all out. It makes me wonder who else is helping him, I don't think Clyde is, I like Clyde, he's nice and he gave me a stuffed pig once.
I stopped reading and let out a light snicker, my stalker liked stuffed pigs? I made a mental note to remind myself to ask Clyde who he had given a stuffed pig to. I then sighed when I remembered that he didn't know that I wasn't really Greg and that I couldn't tell him about the notes. I sighed and started to read the note again.
Craig is even more dangerous with an ally, that fat ass made some kid eat his own parents once. Those two are psycho; I just want someone to get rid of them. If anyone is reading this please, get rid of them before they get rid of us.
I rolled my eyes when I finished the note; this kid desperately wanted us gone. As I started to stand up, something triggered in my brain which forced me to sit back down. It was a memory, of the third to the last day of school, in grade nine. Someone was asleep with their head on their desk and they were using a stuffed beanie pig as a pillow. I remembered the person waking up and looking around the room before taking off his orange hood and running his hand through his dirty blond hair. My stalker was Kenny McCormick.
It all made sense, he was always hanging around Kyle and the others, not many people noticed him so it was easy for him to stalk someone without being seen. I quickly ran out of the janitor's closet to find Cartman to tell him about Kenny. I found him a few minutes later in the cafeteria; he was feasting on macaroni and green beans. I sighed; he had just got through eating pizza.
"Hey dude." Stan greeted me when I waked over.
"Hey man." I greeted back, I almost couldn't help letting out a sigh when I saw Clyde feeding Kyle, and he kept kissing him in between bites.
"Get a room you sick fags!" Cartman shouted out.
"Shut up fat ass!" Kyle retorted.
"Make me you fucking Jew!" Cartman screeched out with his face turning red.
"Fuck off Cartman." Clyde muttered, throwing Stan's roll which ended up hitting Cartman on his head. Cartman stood up in a huff and picked up his bag.
"Screw you guys, I'm going home." He muttered before walking out of the cafeteria. I sighed because I knew it would have to wait before I could tell him about Kenny.
"Can I talk to you?" Stan whispered after Cartman had left.
"Sure." I said and we started to walk out to the school yard. I had no idea why I had agreed to talk to Stan; I guess so I could get away from the two love birds, the pizza I had eaten kept threatening to come up at the sight of them.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting on the ground outside the school.
"Kyle's changed, I mean Clyde is making him happy while he's out in public with him like this, but when he's not around Clyde, he's not like he used to be." Stan muttered softly.
"How did he change?" I asked, I guess I didn't spend enough time around Kyle to get what Stan was talking about.
"He used to be so full of life and he always had a witty retort to throw back at Cartman, but now it seems like he barely even cares to fight with him anymore. He always seems so tired and depressed, he never wants to hang out like we used to. At his house, his parents treat him like he's not even there, they're so pissed at him for losing his sight because it ruined his chances of becoming a doctor or a lawyer like they always hoped." Stan's voice started to crack as he continued speaking.
"I hate Craig so much for what he did to him, I know he's your cousin but I seriously hate him. Kyle loved to paint; he painted the most beautiful pictures too." Tears were falling free from his eyes now. As he continued to talk about Kyle's paintings, I could feel the guilt dig deeper and deeper into my stomach. It made me sick, I wished I could go back in time and stop myself from ever throwing that glass but I knew I couldn't. I knew that my only hope to get Kyle into my life is if I pretended to be Greg forever, but even then I would still feel the guilt. Just as I was about to reply, Clyde came storming out of the school looking absolutely livid.
"What's wrong?" I asked to Clyde's shaking form. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
"I need to talk to Stan, it's about Kyle." He said through clenched teeth. At the sound of his name, Stan looked over at Clyde.
"What's wrong dude?" He asked after he managed to compose himself.
"Come see this." Clyde muttered grabbing Stan and dragging him towards the school. I decided to follow them because I was curious about what Clyde had to say about Kyle. I hoped that Clyde was mad because Kyle had dumped him. I followed the two boys into the washroom and smiled lightly when I saw Kyle sitting on the sink playing with a stress ball.
"Hi baby." Clyde said softly, all the anger that I had seen in him on the school yard was gone now.
"Where did you go?" Kyle asked.
"To get Stan." Clyde muttered before kissing Kyle softly.
"Why?"
"Remove your shirt please; I think he needs to see this." Clyde said with a light sigh.
"No, it's cold." Kyle replied.
"Just for a minute, Stan needs to see this." Clyde pleaded.
"Please, you're my super best friend, you can show me anything." Stan pleaded along with him. Kyle sighed and started to slowly take off his shirt. My stomach and heart both lurched at what I saw. Kyle's torso was covered in dark bruises and you could count his ribs through his skin. When he turned around, you could see even more bruises on his back, what chilled me the most though were the whip marks, and the fact that I could also count the bones in his back.
"What happened to you?" Stan asked sobbing pitifully.
"Nothing." Kyle replied angrily before putting his shirt back on and stomping out of the washroom. Clyde and Stan went to run after him, but I stayed behind to think about what I had just seen. I didn't get to think long though because Cartman's large bulk entered the room.
"I need to talk to you." I said as soon as I saw him.
"Sorry I left earlier but those guys just piss me off!" He said angrily.
"I know who the stalker is." I said with slight excitement.
"Who?" Cartman asked.
"Kenny." I whispered, in case he might be listening. Cartman shook his head,
"It can't be Kenny, he died after we got off the bus earlier, and he doesn't come back until sunrise the next day."
"Dammit!" I shouted before punching the wall, it hurt my knuckles like a bitch.
"Idiot." Cartman muttered.
"He got a picture of us at Shakey's Pizza." I said, ignoring Cartman's comment.
"Why is he leaving his little notes where anyone can find them? Doesn't he think about the fact that I might find them? Oh wait; I AM the one finding them." I continued to rant on.
"There are two ways we can go about this, one, your stalker knows you hate excitement and you don't like to explore things so he figures that you will just ignore the notes. Two, your stalker knows that everyone else here is too dense or daydreams too much to notice the notes, your stalker knows that you aren't the kind to daydream though so you would notice the notes right away."
Cartman said after a few minutes of pondering. I thought about Cartman's second reason before replying.
"Why would he want me to find the notes?" I asked.
"It's simple, he's trying to scare you, he knows he has the upper hand and he's trying to use it against you."
"Then why does he keep pleading for help?"
"He's using reason one for that, he is pleading for help in case someone else finds the notes, he doesn't want to do it himself, so he is trying to get someone else to do it for him. He is more intelligent than I previously thought, either way you look at it he has the upper hand, if someone else finds it, then you risk your secret being exposed, when you find it, you turn into a nervous wreck."
"I do not turn into a nervous wreck." I interrupted him.
"Yes you do, you keep looking over your shoulder and jumping at every little noise."
I sighed because I knew he was probably right.
"I wonder if anyone else has seen the notes." I then said. Cartman shrugged,
"If they have they obviously don't care that you're really Craig."
"How do I get them to stop?" I sighed; I really didn't want anything to completely ruin my chances of being with Kyle.
"You have to get rid of the source of the notes, you have to find whoever is writing these and get rid of him. I started to say something when the bell began to ring.
"I'm pretty sure it's time for Gym." I said instead of what I was going to say. Cartman groaned and brushed himself off.
"Let's go." He said with slight irritability. We left the washroom and started heading towards the Gym.
Third Person POV:
After the two boys left the washroom to go to Gym, another boy stepped timidly out of the stall, he was extremely shocked at what he had just heard.
A/N: I noticed my chapters keep getting shorter and shorter; I will try to make the next one longer though. I also almost didn't do the note thing, because it might make people think of Pretty Little Liars like the blind Kyle thing did, but it seemed like one of the most exciting ways to add conflict on Craig's secret identity part.
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