I was startled by the anger leaking from Craig's words. (What she said is true, anyway.)

Bebe scoffs, "Or what? We all know you only hang out with him because you feel bad for him. He's a stupid spaz with no friends. He's probably a fag too!" Bebe shouts clearly (pissed off) blind with rage.

They're both acting like I'm not here (not like that's peculiar.)

"Oh come on, Craig. You know he's ruining your image, that's why you don't hang out with him at school."

(He doesn't hang out with me at school...)

I don't need to cut. I don't need to cut. I don't need to cut. I feel myself begin to basically vibrate. I can't breathe.

(He doesn't like me. He can't be seen in public with me because I'm a disgrace. I can't deal with this. All of these one-sided emotions....)

"I don't need your fucking opinion."

Both Craig and Bebe are staring at me.

I fucking said that. Aloud.

I can't stop the words, "I don't need your fucking opinion. You're just a whore, anyway. So what if I'm a fucking fag? At least I'm not fucking everyone," I growl.

"You're a fag for this fucking asshole, huh? Well, he and I are (fucking) in a relationship. He's straight. So, why don't you back off?" Bebe hisses. (I think you pissed her off worse than she was...)

"I don't think you can count fuck-buddies as a relationship!" I shout clenching my fists. (I don't need to cut.)

I feel her fist collide with my eye, knocking me back onto my ass. I cover my eye with my hand, "You're a fucking freak. This is why everyone makes fun of you!" Bebe screams and storms off.

Craig just turns and watches her storm off.

He looks back down to me. Before he can say anything I look up at him, my eye already throbbing, "Sorry if I-I just screwed u-up your relationship..." I whisper, bring my knees to my chest.

(I'm so pathetic.)

Craig and I don't say anything.

I feel tears start to form in my eyes.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," I whisper out.

I want to get up and run away. But where would I go? I can't go anywhere...

I look up and see Craig just standing there. (At least he didn't walk away...)

"Tweek?"

"Y-yeah?" I ask looking at him.

"What the fuck?"