---Tweek's pov----

That was when he crosses a line.

I took at step and punched him straight in the jaw. By now, everyone in the hall had turned their attention to us.

I may be small, but that didn't mean I was weak. I wasn't the strongest though, either.

Kenny took a step back and glared at me, "Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a freak."

With that he let his fist fly into my eye. It hit and stung. I fell backwards, but caught my balance just in time for him to hit me in the nose. You could hear a cracking sound and I could see blood as I fell to the floor.

I sat there and stared at him, "At least I didn't sleep with everyone like a slut!" I screamed at him.

I was angry. Kenny was angry. Everyone else just wanted to watch the drama unfold, "You were also with Bebe, Butters, Red-"

I was stopped from listing any further when he decided he didn't want to hear anymore. He kicked me upside the head.

My head hit the floor and I curled up into the fetal position.

"You're the one who's a fault here. We wouldn't even be together if you and Craig didn't break up! You're just using me. You were. It's over now. Stupid fucking spaz."

Kenny marched away and I began to cry on the ground. What else could I do? He was right! And I just couldn't hold the tears back anymore.

My head ached, my face ached, my chest felt tight, like I couldn't breathe.

I just laid there and cried. I felt so helpless and weak.