New Life at South Park High: Craig Tucker x Reader

Chapter Twenty

The boys ended up getting in school suspension until next Wednesday.  I didn't think it was that big of a deal until I was told that neither of them get to play in tonight's game.  The entire student body found me to be the blame.  It was a pretty rough day.  I had every intension of going to the game, but after my day, I wasn't so sure.  I talked to Wendy about it after practice when she gave me a ride home, and she seemed to think I should.

"Just think of it, if we win, no one will be mad anymore," she suggested.

"Yeah, like we are going to win.  This is our toughest opponent all season," I pointed out.

"It's not like if we lose, it will be the end of the world," she stated.

"We are undefeated.  It will be worse than the end of the world," I told her.

"It will be fine, have faith in our boys," she replied.

"Why do you think Craig attacked him?" I suddenly asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" she laughed.

I gave her a look that said that this was no laughing matter.

Her cheerful face went a serous at min, "Craig likes you, a lot, and he got jealous.  How did you not realize that?"

"I did. I just needed to hear it form someone else," I admitted.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Is it going to be Craig or Kyle?" she wondered.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," I confessed.  "I don't like Kyle like that, and I'll tell him that.  I still don't know about Craig.  I like him.  He is hot, can be the sweetest at times, and there is something about him that I can't get out of my head, but-"

"You got it bad," Wendy smiled.

I gave a weak smile back, "Yeah, but-"

"But what?" she interrupted.

"I think for the time being, it would be better for me to stay away form boys for a while," I said.

Wendy thought about it for a second, "Maybe you're right.  Anyways, on a totally different note, did Kyle really kiss you?"

I laughed, "He did more than that, he shoved his tongue in my mouth."

"Well, someone was an edger beaver," she giggled.

I laughed agreeing.

"So, are you coming to the game?" she finally asked with her puppy dog eyes.

"Does it really mean that much to you?" I questioned.

She nodded.

"Fine, I'll go," I gave in opening the car door.

"Goody," she squealed.  "I'll pick you up in an hour."

I got out and went to shower.  I was nervous about the game.  Hopefully, our boys can figure something out.