*Your P.O.V.*

I had gotten the message clear from Tweek that I was the problem for some reason. That bothered me, but I had given up on knowing why I was such a problem. I didn't want to bother the poor guy anymore- he seemed to already have too much stressing him out.

We were able to have lunch, but I ended up moving to the farthest edge of the table, as Tweek sat as far away from me as he could one the other end, multiple people separating us.

The same seating arrangement formed in the morning for breakfast when we all gathered to school. It seemed to have become an understood thing that Tweek couldn't be around me. No one commented on it, though- well that was until Cartman decided he had an opinion during lunch.

"I hate this seating situation. I am supposed to be next to Butters and Kenny, but here I am next to Craig all because someone's little boyfriend freaks out about some stupid bitch," Cartman complained.

Craig stayed silent but flipped him off.

"If you don't like it then switch to the other side of the table," Kyle stated.

"No, then I can't see everyone else in the lunchroom, and how am I supposed to make fun of people if I can't see them?" Cartman seethed. "Craig and Tweek should switch."

"Can't. Tweek will have an anxiety attack if he's enclosed by the wall," Craig bluntly said.

"I don't give a fuck—"

"Oh my god, that's it," I grumbled, grabbing my tray and getting up.

"Where are you going?" Kyle asked.

"To sit somewhere else. It's clear that my arrival has disrupted some sort of friendship system you have going on, so I'm just going to go. I'm not going to be in an environment where I am the problem," I stated.

"(Y/N), you don't have to—"

"Nah, but I want to," I rolled my eyes.

I took my tray and moved to one of the empty two person tables to eat.