---Tweek's pov---

Oh no. Somebody probably saw me! I don't want to deal with this! It's too much pressure! Just suck it up.

"Tweek, dude," I recognize the voice as the monotonous Craig Tucker. My ex-pretend-boyfriend.

I try to steady myself, make it look like I wasn't about to have a mental break down... over nothing.

"C-Craig?" I say still not looking at him.

"Yeah," he says, sitting down next to me, "Guess what?" he asks sounding slightly excited.

...Or as excited as Craig can be.

"W-What?" I ask not looking at him.

"We don't have to pretend to be a couple anymore."

I felt the stinging pain in my chest again.

"Isn't that great?" he asks turning and looking at me.

I nod slowly. I feel a tear slip down my cheek.

"Tweek...?" he asks again. I feel his hand on my forearm.

I jump up and away from him.

"I-I'm sorry. I h-have to g-go!" I say sprinting away from him.

I felt more tears rush down my face.

Why the hell am I crying?!

I try to wipe my eyes, but the tears aren't stopping.

I continue running when I realize I had went home. I opened the door and went up to my room. I knew my parents wouldn't be home until late, working at the coffee shop.

I pull out my phone and send my mom a text, telling her I won't be at work.

Why am I so upset?