𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Guilt

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"I SWEAR CRAIG DOESN'T
hate you, he's just like that."

I had told Heidi about that interaction (if you could even call it that) that I had with the person supposedly named Craig who sat next to you in first period.

"Have you talked to him before?" Asked Heidi as she stopped by her locker, I leaned on the one next to hers as I looked inside, it was nicely decorated with crystals and little decorations like a crystal skull and a calendar.

She shrugged, she put some things in there but I was too focused on how she slightly pouted her lips as she did.

"A couple of times, he's my friend's cousin."

I nodded to her words, "Fun."

Heidi chuckled and closed her locker and you rejoined her side as she walked.

"Don't worry, once he gets to know you, I'm sure he'll warm up."

"Anyways, have a good class, see ya."

I waved her bye as she walked to her class and I walked to mine.

Sitting down at my desk, I felt weird about being near Craig.

And this time I felt eyes from beside me.

Not only did I have to fight back the urge to turn to see him, his stare might as well have been burning into my head cause that's what it felt like.

Finally, after a few very long minutes, the teacher walked in front of the class and started the lesson, and the eyes left.

I let out any air I held in and started to write down my notes, something about Abraham Lincoln

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[THIRD PERSON POV:]

Craig watched as [Y/N] took notes.

He tried to keep his staring a minimum since he's always had a problem with it. And how he noticed how he made [Y/N] uncomfortable.

Guilt trickling in, Craig turned to his notes as he put his head into his folded arms.

"Psst."

Based on how feminine the sound was, Craig assumed it was his cousin Rebecca. Red for short, who was seated next to him writing notes before she noticed his behavior.

"What's with you? Why are you emo?" Red questioned, leaning over to whisper.

With a roll of his eyes, Craig turned his head away.

"I'm not emo."

Red rolled her own eyes and leaned in more over the desk, "Yes you are, what's up?"

Craig looked at his cousin, seeing the concern in her eyes made him groan and turn to his backpack, pulling out a rip of notebook paper.

'ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ'

He quickly passed the note and buried his head in his arms, not ready to face her reaction yet.

After a few minutes, he felt a tap on his shoulder and paper brushing against his arm.

peeking his eyes out of his arms, he carefully read the note.