What Is Your Problem? I Didn't Do Anything Wrong- (Crenny)

Damn... Okay.

| Craig's POV |

I mentally groaned. 'Why the fuck does school even exist at this point?' I thought to myself. I was scraping my pencil at the left corner of the desk. My concentration on trying to pierce a hole through the desk was broken as a wad of paper flew past my face and hit the person in front of me and bounced back on my desk.  I turned around to see who through it and it was a piggy fatass. That's who it was. I flipped him off. He gave me a head tilting gesture trying to say that the wad of paper wasn't for me to receive. 

"What?" I talked under my breath sternly, I fucking hated that fat piece of shit.

"It wasn't for you Fairy boy. I threw it at him dumbass." He replied with a smug smile that was fucking disgusting as usual.  

I turned back to face who he was aiming at and it was that ugly ass stud. McWhoremick. He wasn't paying a lick of attention to class.  His head was leaning on the edge of the desk with his hood over his head like usual. The fact that the school lets him do that surprises me. You are not supposed to wear hoods in school, don't know why that's a rule anyways.  Now that I thought about it I don't know what he looks like, or well what he looks like now I haven't seen his face in god knows how long.  

I snapped out of thinking about him. Ew. Thought sounded weird. I drew my attention back towards the paper that was thrown at him. I was going to give it to him but I thought I should find out if that paper was just to hit him or was a note. 

I began to open it but I was interrupted by the bell ringing. 'Thank fucking god.' I shoved the paper in my pocket and swung my bag across my shoulder hitting whoever was behind. Frankly enough I didn't care and just walked out like I normally do. Flipping off Fatass. 

| ~Time skip to Lunch~ |

I was slowly eating lunch and glanced over to look at Fatasses table because the Fatass himself was drawing attention anyways. I also noticed that McWhoremick wasn't there either.  It's not like he can afford any food soI can see why he'd skip. I snicker under my breath. He probably just got jealous and left. 

I guess Donovan brought his attention towards my tiny snicker cause he was staring at me. 

"What," I said not as a question but as pure judgment. 

"Nothing! You just were laughing- what's that about?" He looks at me grinning kinda while raising a brow. 

"Nothing." I rolled my eyes and looked at him annoyed.

"I'm going to go smoke." I dumped the rest of my food in the trash on my way out to the bathroom. It sounded like Tweek probably said something but I wasn't listening enough to care. 

I walked to the only bathroom with a window. While opening the door I tried to grab my lighter and felt the note in my pocket. 'Oh yeah, that shit.' I walked into the bathroom and leaned on the sink. I opened it and saw fatasses shitty handwriting. I read it carelessly. There was a bunch of words scattered around it. Kinny McWhore, Fairy, slut, bitch, poor, lonely, ugly, depressed boi, emo, cry man, cry, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die. 

My eyebrows rose a little. Wow Is this like a cruel joke or something? Damn, and I thought Fatass and Kenny were friends. I mean McCormick. Fucking- MCWHOERMICK. Damn- Jesus. I stood in silence just thinking to myself. Before I could do anything else someone snatched the paper out of my hand. I shifted my eyes at them and stood motionlessly. 

The person was none other than the orange slut himself. I was waiting for him to say something but he just stared at the paper numbly. Honestly, I don't remember the last time we had a conversation. There was nothing but silence, after a while, I just felt awkward. I noticed there was a cigarette in his hand. Does he smoke? Oh, I didn't know that- Hahahaha honestly I'm not surprised, but then I noticed that the cigarette had been lit a while ago but I don't think it had been puffed at all. 

"McWhoremick?" I tried to break away from the awkward silence. He then looked up at me surprised. I guess he dozed off or something. He looked enlightened for only a second then his eye expression dulled. He gave me the paper back and tilted his head down. 

"Uh. Okay?" I took the paper from him confused as hell. 

"You good?" Wait- fuck I didn't just ask that. I don't give a shit.  Ew Is he going to rant on me. I then rolled my eyes at the thought of him crying. 

He suddenly changed his expression. And muffledly spoke through the fabric. "I'm good. Thanks for asking "Fucker" " He mocks me in a flirtatious tone. His expression changed back to pure numbness. Then he dropped the cigarette on the floor and while walking out he closed his eyes and what looked like a smile. He then waved at me cheerfully and walked out. 

My blank expression showed nothing but confusion. Damn- I never git a chance to fucking smoke. I looked at the cigarette on the floor. I noticed it looked like it was pressed against something. I didn't put much care into it and stepped on it as I walked out pissed off. 

The rest of the day I was either staring at McWhoremick- or thinking about him. There were a lot of times I ran into him now that I had brought him to my attention. There were times we bumped into each other at Starks Pond. And I saw him a few times walking through snowstorms like it meant nothing. When I tell you this kid had guts I mean it- He will go out of his way to pick up rats in the cafeteria. Now that I think about it I wonder why he covers his face- I... I actually don't really know if he was actually ugly- It's just something to call him besides a whore, cause I actually don't know if he really is cause everyone else says he is. 

I didn't realize I had gazed off in his direction, making it look like I was staring at him. They way I was resting my head on my hand too made it look like I was daydreaming too- He looked at me with a concerned look and waved to get my attention, I guess he knew I was in my train of thought. I looked up surprised then popped up and my face was only a little bit pink, I don't think he noticed. Damnit that's so fucking embarrassing now he's going to think I like him or some shit. Ew even saying that makes me sound childish as hell. This isn't 4th grade- 

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