I stood up after a few more minutes of just sitting in silence while staring at the pond.

I started to walk home, some of the blood on my shirt and pants beginning to stain. My parents would kill me if they found out about this.

I continue to wonder towards my house. No one even blinking an eye at my bloody clothes. (Who would, you're just a spaz.)

I kept walking and thinking, until I bumped into someone. I feel on my ass as they turned (annoyedly) to (glare at me and maybe beat me up) see what happened.

I look up and see the one and only Craig Tucker. He was glaring until, he saw me. His eyes widened slightly.

"Tweek? Where have you... What happened to you? Is that blood?" Craig suddenly kneels next to me and examines my clothes. He looks nervous.

I look down at my bloody clothes then back up at him, "Yeah... b-but it's o-okay. I stopped b-bleeding a while ago," I said trying to laugh, but it came out (strangled and forced) awkward.

He gave me a weird and concerned look and then he helped me up. He helped me up and I smile at him.

I should ask him to hang out. I mean, he's not at school (with someone). We could hang out. It'd be so cool and-

"CRAIG~!" We both turn to see Bebe running towards us (Craig.)

She smiles at him and bats her eyes, "I got what I needed we can totally go hang out at your house now... Oh. Hi Tweek, didn't see you there."

I stare at her and him. They're standing close together, like really close. They're probably (fucking) really close friends.

Craig nods slowly, "Sure..."

"Okay, let's go, babe," she says pulling on his arm.

"...babe."

He looks at me, his eyes say they're sorry, but his mouth doesn't move. He turns away and walks with her to his house.

You were right, huh? (I was.) They're going to go fuck now. (Yup.)

"I... I thought y-you loved m-me..." I whisper to no one.

(I told you he didn't.)

(What? Are you just going to ignore me now?)

(Rude.)

I should... do something about it.

(What are you thinking?! Do you know what would happen if he found out? What if it doesn't work?)

Aren't you supposed to encourage my reckless behavior?

(...Still. There's one thing we both agree on. Whether you like it or not.)