I woke up with a headache; it was probably due to the lack of sleep I've felt over the past few days. Nonetheless, I got up and began my day. Following my usual routine of coffee and cooking, I also made time to style my hair in a cute way since that's what Wendy requested; I straightened it since I didn't know what else to do; after that, I put on a beanie, because I knew it would be freezing out – at least during our morning walk. I brushed light makeup over my face and helped Van start his day. Dad went to work early, mumbling about something on his way out that I didn't fully catch – he didn't sound happy. Again, I worried, but would remain silent until he felt comfortable telling me his situation; he usually came around after a week of struggling, so I would wait patiently.

On the way to school, I talked to Henrietta and Van talked to Bradley; she asked me how I was, how Michael was – she seemed upset that him and Firkle left them. I really wished there was a way to get them back together again. Maybe if Henrietta and Pete stopped dating – which was bound to happen eventually with how their personalities mingled.

Once we got to school, I departed from the group and went to Garrison's class. Upon walking in, I was met with strange gazes and I feared judgement – why was I being looked at? What did they know? I sighed and tried to ignore them, moving to my seat. Before I sat down, Jimmy came over to me.

"Hey, Jimmy, what's up?" I smiled.

"Oh, nuh-noth-nothing much," He said. "Craig wuh-wants to talk to yuh-you."

I sighed, once more, "I know. But why?"

"Bec- because, it's nuh-not his fault," He said.

"Then whose is it?" I asked.

Before Jimmy answered me, Mr. Garrison told us to sit in our seats so he could start today's lecture. I was frustrated – I wanted to know what was going on. Was it Eric – did he have a reason to plot against me?

My focus drowned in my own sea of anxiety; I was nervous for recess because that was probably when Wendy's plan was going to go down; I wished I didn't zone out on their conversation – I wished I could back out and save dating for another few years or travel back in time and stay in NY so I wouldn't have to deal with this stress; nobody talked to me back then so it wouldn't matter.

We were dismissed for lunch and I bolted to my locker before anybody could stop me to chat. I put all my books away and grabbed out my lunchbox – after the first two weeks, I started packing lunch since they only served pizza and chicken strips. When I went to close my locker, I noticed Tweek approaching me.

"Hey, Tweek," I greeted.

"Oh, erm, hi!" He was a bit more frazzled than usual today and that was saying something.

"You okay?" I asked.

"It's just… stress," He said.

I gave him a look of sympathy, "Want to talk about it at lunch? We can go out to the courtyard. Since the Goth kids disbanded, I haven't seen them there – at least, not all of them."

"Okay," He said and we walked outside.

We were greeted by a sulking Michael when we went outside; Firkle must've still been sick.

"Hey, Michael, how's it going?" I asked and we sat down next to him.

He shrugged, "Could be better. I heard shit went down after you left the other night, though. That sucks."

"It's spreading?" I gasped. "How?"

"Fat-ass," He said. Eric? Really? Kenny told Eric?

"I'm glad you didn't actually kiss him back though," Michael said and I could've sworn my heart stopped briefly.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a bit more drawn than I should have.

"Yeah," He said. "I mean, all those conformists out there with their dating and shit; everyone's a Britney or Justin wannabe, you know?"

I dropped my head, "Yeah, I know."

I needed to stop being so hopeful and accept that I'd already made my choice; I didn't know when it would happen, but I knew Wendy was going to help. Tweek and I sat on the bottom steps, below Michael.

"What's going on, Tweek?"

I hoped he felt comfortable confiding around Michael; I knew he didn't care enough to even listen to the conversation, as he dragged his cigarette, sighing.

"It's just… Jimmy – he keeps trying to tell you," He started, but then stopped.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"That Clyde's a dick," Michael muttered.

My eyes widened and I looked up at him, puzzled.

"We all know except you," He sighed, standing up and stomping on his finished cigarette. He walked down the steps to face us, leaning on his cane. "It started when you began hanging out with us, not because you're a chick."

"Yeah," Tweek agreed, spazzing a bit in the process. "Craig knew and didn't really care."

"Yeah, so now him and his gay superhero friends are plotting against you," Michael sighed. "It's just mainstream gossip…"

"Superheros? You mean…" I thought for a moment. That Mysterion person; was he Clyde? Or, what about the Mosquito he kept mentioning every time I saw him? It would make more sense that Mosquito would be Clyde, because Mysterion had a deep connection, it seemed, with Kenny, and Clyde seldom spoke to Kenny from what I could see.

"It's a game we play," Tweek admitted. "But, there are a few people who take it too seriously and think they actually have powers… like Kenny… and, like Clyde."

What?

I kind of hate this chapter, but I wanted to get something out before y'all abandoned me. I can't promise I'll post consistently, I can only promise to try with how hectic my life has been lately. Thanks for understanding and Ill try to write a better chapter next time.