Craig
A heavy fog spreads itself throughout the air. A cement brick lay heavy in my heart. I have forgotten pain. I'm just numb at this point.
My bag gets thrown over my shoulders as I drag my feet out of the house, digging for the keys that feel a lot heavier than they had before.
I lock the door behind me and crawl into my car. My bag getting thrown into the passenger seat very carelessly. A heavy sigh slips past my lips, and I watch my breath escape as I start the car.
I felt like I had nothing. Like I had nobody. It's hurt even more to discover that it's true. I am nothing. I'm nobody. To no one.
It hurts. Before I could smile, but now, every smile sickens me. To see others happy only fills me with envy.
As I walk down the hall, I examine all of the children. They're just children. Regardless of age. We're all kids. Even me.
This little game that he had been playing twisted me beyond repair. Sneaking around, only to almost get caught. Like it was a joke.
I guess it was still a big fuckin joke when I walked in on him getting plowed by some other guy. I didn't know how to react, but I felt a snap in my heart, a gasp was all that could come to my mouth as tears came to my eyes.
It wasn't fair. It still isn't. He got to move on, while I sit here, resting in a choke hold. So very easily I can snap.
I get to class and find my seat. The noises everyone else feels the need to make are tantalizing. Everything just sucks. My brain doesn't find enjoyment in anything but laying in silence. I can get anything but that in this godforsaken place.
I take a deep breath and examine the room. Tweek is giving me what I can only describe as a disgusted stare. Which he has no reason to be giving me.
My eyes fall upon Stan. The jock. He's pretty fit, if I do say so myself. I'd love to see him shirtless... I break that gaze. That's a bad thought to have on someone as straight as him.
We have a free class for the rest of the period. Which everyone spends being loud and disruptive. I put my head down, the bell will ring soon enough.
A hand is placed on my shoulder. I assume it's Tweek's, so I ignore it. After a few pats I realize that Tweek's hand doesn't feel that way. I look up and see Stan. I flash him a fake smile as he motions for me to follow him into the hallway, I do.
"You doing okay? I saw you this morning..." he sighs, concern shows in both his voice and his expression.
"I'm doing great." I sigh "I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and now he's giving me death glares like it's my fault!" I roll my eyes.
"Do you need a hug?" Stan simply asks
I look at him with a confused expression, nonetheless, I move in and hug him. He's comfortable.
"I know your pain, Wendy was cheating on me with Clyde." He states once we're in a hug.
"Cheaters suck..." I respond, he's a really comfortable guy... I have a strange sense of trust in him. Perhaps because we're going through different variants of the same thing...
"Yeah... I'd never cheat." He states, looking away from me and leans against the lockers.
"So you and Wendy are broken up?" I ask, he responds with nothing but a sigh and a nod.
"For good, this time?" I ask, I know they've been on and off since third grade.
"I hope so... I really have nothing more to do with girls... I think I wanna date a guy." He states, this makes me tense up.
"Are you even into guys?" He nods as an answer "hmm." Is all I can say as I look at the carpet. There's a stain. Strange. I wonder where it came from. It could be anything.
Stan
Alright, so maybe Wendy didn't cheat on me, but it's a good way to get Craig's trust. I heard about what Tweek did to him prior to this conversation, and nobody has even bothered to check on Craig. Even though a large majority knows about what happened.
People are assholes, they didn't even bother. Craig is like the hottest guy in school. Maybe that's just my opinion though.... but he is pretty all around hot. A lot of girls gawked over him before they figured out he was gay. Now they just invite him to the mall, and to hang out a lot... I don't think he goes. He might.
"Wanna come over to my house after school?" I ask, I can see Craig contemplating it, ultimately, he nods with a smile
"I think I'd like that. I better get out and around while Tweek steals my friends." Craig chuckles sadly.
"You can sit with me and my friends for a bit." I offer, and I can see his face turn a bit red.
"Thank you, Stan." He replies as the bell rings, we go back into class and get our things.
Craig
Stan's weirdly nice to me... nicer than he has been in awhile... maybe he's got some respect in that dumb brain of his. I do really appreciate him being here for me though. It's been pretty tough going through this and Stan has made it at least a little easier.
Now we're at his house, and I'm watching him play Skyrim. He's pretty far and is actually good at the game. I like the fact that he doesn't dick around and when he does it's not annoying. It's genuinely funny.
"Whatcha looking at?" Stan asks, just then I realize I've been staring.
My face goes red "You I guess." I shrug after answering
Stan gives a small chuckle and turns back to the game, and I look down at my lap. Why was I staring?! Do I like him?! Do I think he's cute?! Maybe I should get another look...
I glance over at him again, admiring his features. His eyes are fucking gorgeous... some of his hair is poking from his hat... it looks so soft and fluffy...
Shit.
No no... wait... I haven't even given myself a chance to move on from Tweek... how am I sure this isn't just because of how nice he's been... this will go away, I'm sure of it...
But then again... it wouldn't hurt to try... would it?
