"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

fourteen

CRAIG'S POV

to say that i felt guilty was an understatement.

i'm still trying to process what the fuck just happened....it happened so quick yet felt like it happened centuries ago.

i feel like i'm in this limbo and my chest started to feel heavy.

did tweek break up with me? over another round of super fucking smash bros?

there's no way, i think to myself...we have too much love for each other for it all to go to waste over a video game.

...right?

i need to dissect what happened:

tweek already came over very agitated, i asked for another round thinking he wouldn't mind, he did actually mind and told me no, we argue because i said there's nothing to do here, he brings up annie, he walks away telling me to not call him or throw rocks at his window.

"what the fuck," i whisper to myself feeling frustrated rubbing my forehead. i'm starting to get a headache with all this.

i mess up everything, i can't please anyone — including my boyfriend, and i can't even please myself.

i was just having fun! maybe i was a bit selfish because i still wanted to play, but i at least wanted to enjoy my time here.

tweek could have hung out with us instead of sitting with those fucking girls that gossip about god knows what.

those girls probably infected his brain with their disastrous attitudes.

especially my bitch-of-an-ex annie.

wait.....annie.

"a-annie was right," is what i recall tweek exactly stating.

"fucking bitch," i say under my breath and begin to make my way over there until a hand slapping my shoulder brings me to a holt.

"yo," token says, "what happened?"

i turn to him and then look behind me at the boys, the game was paused and all eyes were on me.

"i just ruined tweek's night i think," i say.

".....and you're not gonna go after him?"

"he told me not to! i want to give him space i don't want to piss him off even more," i exclaim frustratedly.

token just sighs, "at least you're taking his feelings into consideration but you need to fix this. i even feel bad because i'm the one who pointed it out and should have stopped you from playing so much—"

"no. this is my fault......and annie's," i say.

"annie? what the fuck does she have to do with this?" token questions.

"i'm about to fucking find out," i say turning to her direction, i can spot her all the way across the gym. she's dancing by herself, living the time of her life.

"dude," token warns in his parental voice, "don't make matters worse."

"and i will," i just say and make my way over there.

passing the ice sculpture i finally see butters recovering from being stuck on there and cartman ridiculing him for making him lose his time on smash.

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, BUTTERS!"

"yeah....i'm sorry."

jesus christ.

i ignore it and keep making it to my destination of that bitch annie.

i make it to the area on the dance floor and it's
a bit tough to make it through the crowd of everyone dancing.