The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 6: Satan's Cool With It

"Where the hell are Tweek and Craig?! Huh?! Tell me you assholes!"

Craig and I watched from afar as Cartman violently shook the table that our friends were sitting at. Food went flying and a milk carton fell over onto the floor, spilling everywhere. Tolkien and Clyde jumped up and automatically grabbed ahold of Jimmy to pull him away from Cartman. Everyone in the lunchroom was silently watching.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I could feel every inch of my body become stiff as a board while I stared across the cafeteria absolutely mortified. And before I knew it, Craig was grabbing ahold of my wrist and leading me over towards Cartman as he threw his temper tantrum.

No. No. No.

Still holding onto me, Craig pushed through Stan, Kyle and Kenny who were all standing around the table watching alongside Tolkien, Jimmy and Clyde. Kyle noticed me and grabbed onto my other arm and pulled me away from Craig. I gave Kyle a confused look, but he chose to ignore me.

Why did he just do that?

"What the fuck is going on?" Craig yelled as he approached Cartman from behind.

Cartman whipped his head around, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree with anger. It was almost as red as the jacket he always wore.

"Oh you know what the fuck is going on. I came over here to kick you and Twitchy's asses for egging my fucking house Tucker!"

("Twitchy and Tucker;" almost always used by Cartman when he referred to Craig and I. Craig hated being called by his last name because that was what most people would refer to his dad as.)

Cartman scanned the area for me, but luckily I had a towering guy like Kyle in front of me to hide behind.

"I'd like to see you try, you fucking fatass," Craig snickered.

Cartman launched at him and sent them both falling to the floor. Everyone in the lunchroom started to cheer as the two of them wrestled back and forth. Craig pinned Cartman onto his back and got on top of him. He began to punch the living hell out of his face. Blood was slinging everywhere as Cartman hit back.

Oh my god. Oh my god!

Stan and Clyde ran over to try to break up the fight, latching onto both Craig and Cartman, attempting to yank them away from each other. Kenny was screaming and laughing as he held out his phone to video what was going on.

How the hell did he get a phone? He's literally poor.

The next thing I knew, I was being pushed out of the way as a tall, skinny man came running over to the scene.

"Just what kind of tomfoolery is going on over here?!"

It was Mr. Mackey. He had been our counselor since elementary school. (We just couldn't seem to get away from him I guess.) He looked down to see Cartman laying flat on his back, panting and sweating. He was practically drowning in his own blood and spit and Craig was on his knees with red stained swollen knuckles. Cartman wasn't the only one who had gotten beaten up though, for Craig had a pretty bad busted up lip. Blood was pouring down his chin and dripping onto his shirt. It looked like a whole ass crime scene.

"I should've known it had something to do with all of you!" Mr. Mackey shouted as he looked around at all of us standing in a semi-circle. "This has got to stop! All of it m'kay? All of this fighting and arguing amongst these two friend groups is ridiculous!" He turned to Stan and nodded towards Craig, squinting his eyes in suspicion and mockery. "You finally letting someone else have a turn with him? Or did he finally put you in your place, Mr. Marsh?"