Friday came around, and at this point, all of the boys had mentioned the party to me.

"So, you're coming then?" Kyle pressed.

"She's gotta come," Kenney mentioned.

"She's coming. She'll just come with us," Stan decided.

"So, I just don't get a choice then?" I questioned.

"Look, you haven't even been to a South Park party," Stan argued.

"Exactly, if you don't like it or look like you're having the slightest amount of fun after a few drinks, We'll take you home," Kyle negotiated.

"Fine whatever," I rolled my eyes, with a faint smile forming on my face.

After school, I went home to eat before the game. After the boys won, I went home and waited for the boys to pick me up.

"Are you excited?" Kyle asked, as I got into Stan's pickup.

"Oh, I just can't wait," I faked cheered in a sarcastic manner.

"Here, I mixed you this drink," Kenney said, as he handed me a blue Gatorade.

"What's in it?" I asked.

"Vodka just drink it. It's going to be ass, but it's all I had," Kenney argued.

I took a drink of it and instantly wanted to gag as almost straight vodka raced down my mouth. "How much is in this?"

Kenney shrugged. "We'll you see, we only had two bottles of Gatorade left, and my little sister really like Gatorade. We don't get it a lot, so I took the Gatorade and split it between three empty bottles- that I washed- that were in my room. So, these are all like 25% Gatorade, 65% vodka, 9.9% water, and 0.1% food coloring."

"...why didn't you just tell us that you needed something to mix with?" I questioned.

"She's got a point. You already stole the bottle from your parents. We could've picked up more mixer," Kyle agreed.

"Well, shit no one offered beforehand, so I worked with what I had. Just suck it up and drink it. At least you'll get drunk," he muttered, drinking his own bottle.

I figured that this was all I was going to get for the night and decided to take a few more sips of it.

There is no way I'll be able to drink this...but for the meantime, I guess I'll have to make do with it.

It wasn't long before we arrived at Clyde's house, and we all got out.

"Time to go get laid," Kenney chuckled before walking off.

I looked to the other two, and the shrugged before following after Kenney. I just trailed behind them, shaking my head.

Once we entered the house, Stan walked off with Wendy, and Kenney went to find Clyde, leaving me and Kyle alone.

"Let's try to get in for a game of pong," Kyle suggested.

We approached the table and were able to be the next game. Currently, it was Heidi and Cartman playing against Token and Craig.

"It's not even fair, I have a girl on my team," Cartman complained after they lost.

"Excuse me?" Heidi snarled at him.

"It's not you babe," Cartman instantly said, but Heidi was already walking off. "Babe...."

He sighed and trailed off after her. Kyle and I instantly filled their empty spots. I gave Token a wave, and my eyes locked with Craig before I looked to Kyle.

"You want to throw the first ball?" Kyle asked.

I nodded and took the ball out of his hand. When I looked to the other end of the table Craig was throwing their ball. Our eyes locked as we threw the pong ball. His landed in the right corner of our period, and mine hit the rim and fell off the table.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"It's fine," Kyle reassured me, passing the ball to the other end of the table. "But we do have to take a drink."

I nodded and took another drink of Kenney's concoction, wincing at the taste. The game then started, and it was no wonder that Craig and Token had been on the table for so long. They only had one cup left while we were stilling trying to get four of theirs. At this point, my drink was half empty.

It wasn't much longer until the game ended.

"I'm sorry I'm so bad," I apologized.

Kyle let out a laugh, "Don't worry about it (Y/N). I'm going to head to the bathroom."

Kyle walked off, and I made my way to the kitchen and ran into Clyde.

"Oh, thank god. Do you have anything better than this to drink?" I questioned.

"I gave my last good stuff to Craig, but you can drink it straight no issue. Just ask him for some," Clyde said.

Great...

"Okay, I'll go ask him. Thank you," I smiled before walking off.

Craig will probably let me have some. I'm pretty sure that he considered us friends, but things just felt so weird.

I went back to the pong table, but him and Token were gone. So, I searched a little more before finding him on the back porch with some of the boys.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Token smiled.

I gave them all a small smile and wave before approaching Craig, "Hey, Clyde told me you have something better to drink. Can I have some?"

"What? You don't like my drink?" Kenney questioned.

"With Kenney's poor ass providing drinks, there is no doubt it tastes like ass," Cartman commented.

"Well, they weren't good," I added.

Cartman let out a laugh, and Kenney glared at him. The two soon went at it, but I went back to Craig, the whole reason I was there.

"So, can I have some?" I asked, again.

"Yeah, sure," Craig smirked, handing a bottle of Rumchata to me.

I took a large gulp of it, and it was much better than what Kenney had made. I soon took another.

"Easy there..." Craig chuckled.

Craig was defiantly drunk. I had never seen him so friendly and smooth. He actually seemed like a human with real emotions.

"Hey, do you think we could go talk?" Craig whispered in my ear discreetly, so the others wouldn't notice.

I nodded and followed him off the back porch to the side of the house, where no one was.

Was this about the other night?

"What's up?" I asked once we stopped walking.

"I need to be honest with you...I tried to hint at this before, but I don't think you got it. I like you, a lot..." Craig confessed, with a small smirk on his face.

"C-Craig, I—"

My words were soon cut off with his lips colliding from mine. I was so shocked that I couldn't even push him off me right away.

"Yoooo, what's going on here?" Clyde chuckled.

He stood on the other end of the lawn staring right at us.

"I see where I'm not welcome," Clyde chuckled even more before walking off.

"Moron," Craig grumbled, going after him.

I couldn't even wrap my head around what had just happened, but I knew that I was feeling fuzzy and overwhelmed.

I want to go home.

I made my way back into the house to find Kyle and Stan.

"Oh, (Y/N), you don't look so good," Kyle commented.

I didn't know if I wanted to throw up, or cry, or pass out. All I knew is that I wanted to go.

"Can you please take me home?" I asked.

"Yeah, Stan...the keys," Kyle said to Stan.

Kyle took the keys and drove me home. He asked what happened, but I simply told him that I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't really know what had happened, or what was going on in Craig's brain. What about Tweek? How could he do that to him?

Everything kept me up that night. Why did I have to be pulled into this?