---Tweek's pov---

I'm late for lunch! Why did the stupid teacher talk to me after class?! I already know I flunked that test!

"You've been dating for 6 years! And you've never kissed?!"  Clyde shouts, slamming his hands on the table and standing up.

Craig stands up too, "WE AREN'T EVEN DATING! WHY WOULD I KISS HIM?"

"...W-What?" Clyde stutters, looking shocked.

"We aren't dating. Never were. I'm not a fucking fag," Craig says sitting back down.

I turned around and walked out, hoping no one saw me.

I felt this pain, a stinging pain, in my chest.

I wasn't sure why... Craig's word rang in my mind.

"I'm not a fucking fag."

I shook my head. I didn't want to hear it. I walked outside, no one is watching me, anyway.

I sit down outside the steps in front o the high school.

I try to take a deep breath. My throat feels constricted. I reach up and grab my hair, tangling my fingers in it.

"Stop doing that. It's annoying."

I shake my head again, feeling tears sting my eyes.

Why am I crying?

"... Fucking fag," The words ring in my mind.

I'm not gay. Why do I care if Craig is gay or not?

"Tweek."