*bell rings*
CLYDE P.O.V.
I was walking down the hall, to go to my classroom..
I WAS thinking about the
homework that I didn't finish, when my thoughts got interrupted by a scream.
"Ahhh! No! Please, don't hurt me!" The voice said
I glanced over to see what was happening.....
I saw the fatass, beating up Butters.
The fatass' looks angry, I think he was pissed. Then I saw Tweek,
"E-Eric!! D-Don't! Why a-re you so ma-ad at h-him anyw-ways?"
Tweek said while worridly comforting the bullied.
"That's none of your buissness, Shiwering Twit... Now get out of my way!!!" Cartman yelled out, but Tweek didn't move.. he kept comforting Butters like no one is with them.
"So you won't leave,huh?"
Cartman mumbled, and yes I heard him.
Cartman molded his hand into a fist and..... hits Tweek's stomach.
I ran towards him.

Butters P.O.V.
"Oh no!! Tweek!!"
I yelled as he kept his hands on his stomach, Clyde went to him worridly, he glared angrily at Eric who was smirking, like he wanted all these to happen.
"Butters." Clyde said to me.
"Y-yeah?" I replied.
"Help me bring Tweek to the nurse's office." He said to me in a worrid voice.
I helped him bring Tweek to the Nurse's office.
"Why would he protect me?" I thought to myself, "Why would he take the hit?"
"Thank you Tweek, but why?"
We settled Tweek down at the Bed and waited for the nurse.

Cartman P.O.V.
I was pretty happy of what I did.. because I ridded the worlds with freaks and gaywads.
It seems not only the Taco boy saw me, also the jerk saw me, and gripped my collar against the wall. That hit my head and my back.
"The hell, Craig?!" I yelled as I was gripped on by the collar.
"What did you do to my FRIEND." He growled, giving me some sort of death glare.
"Who? Oh, you mean Tweek? I did nothing, but playfully-"
I got cut off by him banging my head to the lockers.
"Ow!! The hell do You, Craig Tucker, care anyway. Its not like he's your friend or any-"

"As a matter of fact, he is. So leave him alone, leave Stotch alone and my friends."
I got interrupted, he let me down and walked away.
And just great the Jew and smartass saw me.
"What?" I said to them.
"Uh, Cartman... what the hell happened." My so-called friend, Stan Marsh, said to me.
"Nothing." I said angrily.
They just stared at me and left me.