Life's Worth

Revelation

School was inevitable and boring, as always. The Monday following the party, there was tons of gossip. It was quite annoying. I was glad when lunch finally rolled around because at least then the noise could be drowned out by Eric spinning one of his tales.

"No, really. There was, like, this kid that set his fart on fire and died because of it," he said.

"Whatever, fatass, that's impossible," the redhead next to me said. Kyle is a boy of logic; science, math, and the only exception being books.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. I was quite the idiot as a child. After seeing Asses of Fire, a Terrance and Phillip movie, we had the argument of the possibility of setting a fart on fire. I was the one to prove that it was quite possible in a bet with Eric for a hundred dollars. With my luck, though, my whole body caught on fire, causing a horrific chain of events. Eric had beat me with a stick, trying to put the fire out, though I suspected it was partly just for fun. I'd ended up in the road, trying to put the fire out when an ambulance arrived, but with the stupid drivers of South Park, a salt truck ran into it, shoving it away. The salt in the truck was dumped on me from the jarring impact. Yes, it put the fire out, but damn that hurt. I was taken to the hospital, where my internal organs were practically ripped apart and my heart was replaced with a fucking baked potato. That was when I finally died and got sent to Hell. Again.

I didn't realize how strange my reaction was and found that everyone was staring at me. I shrugged, and that seemed to be a good enough answer because they continued with the conversation.

My stomach growled and I sighed. I hadn't gotten much from my job at Tweak Bros. given the fact that I hadn't been there long, and I was trying to preserve the food at home as well as my money. I wondered what Craig would say if he knew of this. Wait...why am I thinking of Craig? Jesus, what's going on with me lately? You know, aside from the self destructive tendencies.

Speaking of him, I noticed him approaching our table. Oh, he is not going to do this, is he?

"Wanna come sit with us?" He gestured to his table at the corner of the cafeteria. He is going to do this.

"Are the others fine with it?" I asked.

"They can suck it up if they aren't," he answered monotonously.

That was a good enough answer for me. I stood, trying to ignore the stares I got as I walked to Craig's table with him. Everyone sitting there greeted me. It was his usual gang of Tweek, Token, and Clyde.

"'Sup, Ken?" Clyde greeted. Beside him, Tweek gave a timid wave, and Token simply nodded.

"Nothing much," I said with a shrug, taking a seat beside Craig.

"D-Do you n-not have a lunch?" Tweek asked. I shook my head, and he slid a brown paper bag across the table. "M-Mom always packs too much food."

I opened up the bag to reveal half a sandwich and a fruit cup with a small plastic spoon. "Thanks," I say, offering a smile.

"No p-problem, dude." He shakily smiled back.

It didn't take me long at all to eat. Usually I savor my food, but fuck, I was starving.

"Dude, have you even been eating?" Craig asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "I'd rather have Karen get food first."

He sighed, and looked as if he was going to say something more, but didn't. His eyes conveyed the concern that his stoic face wouldn't.

I couldn't help but wonder if he really did care. There was still a nagging voice that told me he wouldn't care for a reject like me, no one would, but sometimes I wasn't so sure of whether it was right or not.