"And this is how you solve a simultaneous equation. Now, if there's any questions, feel free to-"

Our teacher doesn't get to finish her sentence, meaning that Kyle Broflovski doesn't get the answer to his question about simultaneous equations.

Reason being? Officers march into our maths classroom, not even thinking to knock or ask permission.

My first thought is that they're being disgustingly rude, and my second thought is 'oh shit, don't look under my flower bed.'

And I almost make myself laugh out loud, because with this new found confidence is a new found sense of humour that Kevin adores.

Ah, Kevin.

My favourite person in the world right now.

With his pretty eyes and clear skin, and his wide, dorky smile and dark locks. His looming figure, his awkwardness, his laugh and his...

And then the officers speak, and I can't help but find them rude once more.

They have no right to cut off my thoughts about Kevin.

Ah, Kevin.

"Hello, students." The voice is oddly familiar, and when I look up I know the face. However, the name hasn't bothered to stick around. "I'm Officer McCormick, an' all I want to do is see a few pupils an' ask a few questions."

He's definitely here because of Bebe.

Who else would it be?

Everyone has noticed how she's not been coming to school. People talk, on the corridors. I've heard them. Rumours, about what happened to Bebe Stevens.

There's three that are the most popular:

She found a sugar daddy and ran away with him. (While it's very likely, considering Bebe's love of expensive clothing and branded shoes, I doubt there's anyone rich enough here... unless she has a thing for chocolate, i.e, Token's father).

She got shipped off to a boarding school because of her grades. (Complete bullshit. Bebe is smart and beautiful and fierce, even if she hurt me a whole lot, so she'd never stand for that).

She watched Thirteen Reasons Why and pulled a Hannah Baker. (While it's very amusing, the fact that it's about her dying scares me. It's awfully close to the truth, and I always have to remind myself that it's just a silly rumour).

However, my favourite theory on Bebe's 'disappearance' is that she was taken by Prince Charming, and rode off into the sunset on his unicorn with all the shoes she could dream of.

It's my favourite because it makes me laugh, and because she deserves something like that.

Hopefully her afterlife will consist of unicorns, shoes and handsome men. After all, I do love her.

Chatter has erupted in the room.

I hear her name around six million times, and I can't help but grin. Then I hurriedly stuff my race into my sleeves, covering my amusement at the situation.

Bebe had been pronounced Missing a day ago, and since then I have attempted to put up a concerned ex boyfriend persona. I pretend that I'm horribly depressed over my 'one true love' evaporating, and I find comfort in my friends and cry on their shoulders.

No one calls me a Crybaby anymore. They wouldn't dare, especially considering the circumstances. Plus, they've also noticed the small change in me.

That being my confidence and lack of whining and mopping around.

I've been smiling so much more, laughing to. I hang out with my friends, who have been dubbed 'Craig's Gang'. My honest opinion? The name is bullshit. It has always been Tweek's Gang, not Craig's.

Craig's the queen of the castle, but Tweek is the king.

But then again, I totally understand the name.

This is considering the drastic change in Tweek's attitude over the past few days.

He's smiling less, laughing even lesser.

I ponder if 'lesser' is a word, then triumphantly grin into my sleeves upon releasing it is.

Tweek clings to Craig; he's twitchy, a mess. He doesn't have the edge he once had, his confidence didn't deflate, but popped. Like someone had stuck a pin in it.

His voice... it cracks, always breaking. He can barely pronounce a single word, a stutter being horribly evident in his tone.

I know that it's my fault. Ringing him, getting him over to my house to help me clean.

I broke Tweek Tweak, but I don't feel horrible for it. In fact, I don't feel an ounce of guilt.

Glancing over to the boy, I spy (with my little eye) that he's clutching a pencil as if his life depends on it.

So that's when I listen in to the police, especially since they begin to list off who they desire to speak to.

"Rebeca Tucker. Lola Evans. Clyde Donavon," I wasn't even holding my breath; it's obvious they'd want to speak with me. "And..."

Officer McCormick peers at his sheet, as if he can not read his own hand writing. To be honest, wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't. He's a McCormick, they're not exactly the smartest residents of the town.

If I'm being even more honest, I'm shocked he's an officer.

God, I'm just full of the truth today!

Until I get into that interrogation room, which is when I'll start lying through my teeth and crying over my lost ex girlfriend.

"That's all." He then smiles sheepishly, as of each apologising for wasting our time. Which is sweet. And not rude. Unlike the officers around him, who are staring at me because it looks like I'm eating my sleeve.

I shouldn't draw their attention, but it kind of looks like I'm distraught so I keep my sleeve practically stitched to my mouth.

More talking as Officer McCormick collects Red, and said talking turns into shouting at people loudly discuss how cool it is to have actually officers in the room. Then said officers leave, looking frustrated and annoyed and requesting the teacher to come with them.

And that's when I feel the touch on my shoulder, and I can't help but grin even more.

"Clyde?" There's no mistaking its Kevin, his voice gentle and kind. The touch on my shoulder turns into something more; Kevin snakes his whole arm around my shoulders, half sitting on my desk.

He's so close. His smell is intoxicatingly, wrapping around me like a snake and forcing me to take full advantage of the situation. Leaning into him makes my heart soar, and my stomach knots itself again and against when he leans back, head against mine.

"I know you miss her." He speaks, thinking he knows when he really doesn't.

How cute.

I just hum in response, wishing to inch closer. Except, that would be weird. And Kevin would be freaked out, especially considering how he only likes me as a friend. However, it's still amazing to be this close to him.

"How sweet, PDA." The moment is completely ruined, by none other then Token. He grins, pearly white teeth making me jealous as he perches on the other side of my desk.

Kevin practically leaps away, limbs flailing and cheeks flushing an embarrassed pink. Yeah, embarrassed because Token saw him touching me.

I wonder if Kevin has a crush on Token.

It's actually extremely plausible.

Whenever Kevin is near me, touching me or smiling a certain smile at me, Token seems to waltz in with his... charm. He always grins, offering a snarky and causing Kevin to become a tomato. It would then follow with Kevin playfully hitting Token, and then smiling at him awkwardly.

I feel jealousy twist the knots in my stomach.

He totally has a crush on Token.

"Shut up!" Kevin whines, his playful tone ripping me out of my cancerous thoughts. He leans over me, over the table, to flick Token on the forehead. Token chuckles.

"Fine, fine. I won't tease." Kevin nods happily, and Token continues. "But don't you think it's cool as shit how there's actual cops outside?"

"I th-think it's te-terrifying!" I'm not sure if it's Tweek or not, but Token's face falls. He glances at me, then to Kevin, before sliding off of my desk. "Did you see th-their guns?! Actual GUNS!"

Token walks away, mumbling about speaking to Nicole, while Tweek's hands fly to his hair. Uncomfortably, Kevin and I just watch as he shakes and gyrates, waiting for Craig to do something.

And Craig does.

Emerging out of, seemingly, no where, Craig encloses his hands around Tweek's and untangles them from his hair. "The only people they'd actually use the guns on are Token and Nicole." Craig jokes in an attempt to make Tweek laugh, but instead Kevin giggles.

I can't help but stare as he giggles into his hands, eyes crescents.

"No way, man!" Tweek 'mans' Craig, and Craig doesn't look impressed at all. At the look on his face, I can't help but snicker. He shoots me a dark look, and I merely grin back before realising how I'm supposed to be distraught over Bebe.

One day, I will suffocate in my sleeves.

I can't help but think as I cover my mouth again.

"Tweek, just, shush okay?" Craig tries. He really tries.

While I don't feel horrible for morphing Tweek back into, what people describe as, 'his old self', I sometimes feel toxic for what it means to Craig.

It means having to clam him down. It means being clung to, as if Tweek's a monkey and he's a tree. It means losing he boyfriend with the confidence and the cocky smirk, the one who would hold him and whisper into his ear.

Now Craig does all of the holding and the whispering, and I've even witnessed him having to ask Tweek to hold him when he's feeling down.

"I ca-can't shush, Cr-Craig! I'm scared!" He lunges at the other, wrapping himself up in Craig's arms. Craig's grip is loose, lazy, as if he wishes to let go.

"You don't have to be scared, Tweek." Kevin smiles, edging back onto my desk. It makes me smile how he gets close again, slinging his arm back around my shoulders in an attempt at comfort.

"Yeah." I muffle into my sleeve, forcing down my smile at Kevin's presence alone. "You've done nothing in relation to Bebe's disappearance, right?"

I know I'm testing him, and I know it's dangerous.

However, it's likely that the police will end up talking to Tweek some time in the future. So, he needs to perfect his lying.

"I know!" His voice shakes, cracks. It's painful how bad he is at lying, yet Kevin and Craig don't seem to realise. "But.. st-still!"

"But nothing." Craig grumbles, annoyance clear in his voice. Kevin flinches at the tone, and I feel pressure to make him giggle again. So I lean close, and mock Craig's voice in his ear.

He calls me nasty, giggling while pushing me away slightly. He's also blushing, which is strange because Token isn't around.

Except he is. He returns and perches next to Kevin, who lets go of me and seemingly shuffles toward the other.

I pout, staring at my crowded desk. Both Token and Kevin's asses are on it, and then Craig's as he lets go of Tweek and sits on the end opposite Token. His long legs are stretched out before him, Tweek sat on the ground beside them.

I give him a strange look, only to realise how he's trying to make himself small. His eyes are clenched shut, knees drawn up to his chest. I easily conclude that he's attempting to make himself invisible to the police officers, and for a small second my heart aches for him.

He's petrified.

There's a part of me that wants to duck down and sit with him, especially since Craig has straight out ditched him for conversation with Token and Kevin about something called Cowboy BeeBop.

However, I don't get to linger on the thought long.

Officer McCormick stands before my desk. I can barely see him through the mess of my friends, and in unison, they all jump from my desk.

He stands proud, regardless of the bandage on his cheek, black eye and messy hair. I notice Craig is staring at him, mouth slightly agape.

Is he really checking out a police officer, while his boyfriend is a mess on the floor?

But I don't have time to linger on the thought.

I'm in my persona, looking up with wide eyes and trying to convey anxiousness.

"Clyde Donavon?" I nod, and the young man sighs. "Follow me, please."

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I'm trying to do something with Clyde and Tweek, but I'm not sure if people will realise it. If so, let me know?

Also to avoid confusion, a chapter in third person will have a word relating to that chapter as the title, while first person will have names.