highschool hellbound//style southpark

wtf dude?

I stood up and walked out of the room. I went down to my car and got into the back seat, where a case of beer was covered up by blankets. I grabbed a couple and slid them into my sweatpants pockets. I came back upstairs and into Tweeks room.

"Bro why did u js walk out like that?" Criag asked. "because I can" I said opening the can. 
I felt like I drank nothing after two full cqns so I went and got more, but I brought Craig with me this time.

"Dude why tf do u have a whole case in ur back seat." Craig asked in shock. "Because I can, why wouldn't I? Do u want any?" I asked. "no, I don't really drink..well maybe one." Craig said before we walked back into the house and upstairs.

We were down there for like ten minutes, and when we came back up both Tweek and butters where sleeping. Kenny was on the floor reading some type of comic book half asleep.

Hour later

Me and criag were sitting on the roof talking. He was talking abt the stars and I was talking about my "dream girl"

"bro shut up ur js describing kyle atp." Criag said. "I am not" I told criag. "Uh huh sure, so you want a preppy kid with curly hair and u want them to be tall and blah blah blah blah. I mean Jesus man." Craig snapped back.

Honestly I got a bit salty and went back inside. I think I was a bit tipsy. Craig followed me back inside and was asking me a question but I didn't hear him. I was so dizzy. And when I tell u Craig has some anger issues I mean it. He turned me around and punched me arcoss the face. Hurt like a bitch honestly. He looked pissed.

"What the fuck dude?!?" I asked defensively wiping my bloody nose while he still had ahold of my shirt. "You made me fucking wake Tweek up. I was trying to tell you that your hand is bleeding." I put both my hands up and look at them. My left one has a gash in it. "What that fuck..? How did I not feel that?" I was talking to myself.

"Dude I think u need to go home" criag let go of my shirt and picked up my bag and handed it to me. "What? Why?" I asked. "You need a break, alone time so you can get the fuck over Kyle. Don't come to school tomorrow, take like the day off and I'll check on you after school." Craig said before shoving me out the door

I don't remember driving home but I remember opening my room door and dropping my bag on the floor. I took my pants off and my shirt off. I was in my binder and my boxers, i crawled into my bed and sat there for a minute staring at my guitar hanging on the wall. Then I fell asleep.