South Park [One Shots]

Craig x Reader // Wounded

Craig x Reader

Wounded

"Craig Tucker?" I though for a second, lifting my legs up on the desk. I scratched my head, and looked away dismissively. Clyde sigh, scratching his cheek with his index finger. A habit his does when he's confused, which I low key find adorable.

"You didn't answer the question." He giggled lowly, as I licked my bottom lip and rolled my eyes. "What the hell do you want me to say? He's an asshole and he doesn't have a heart."

Clyde raised an eye brown at me.

"Miss (L/n)!"

I lazily shifted my heads directions, to look at the teacher. "Yeah?" I asked, completely oblivious as to why she was calling me out.

"Get your feet off the desk! That's school property." I rolled my eyes, swinging them off the desk. "Whatever." I mutter lowly, earning a chuckle from Clyde.

"And Mr. Donovan. Take a seat, will you." She muttered, irritatedly as she went back to typing on her Mac book.

Clyde didn't even bother to sit down, as the teacher was back in her own stupid teacher world.

He stared at me, his big brown eyes pierced into mine. "Oh my god, Clyde. Why do you want me to like him so much?"

Clyde's eyes literally widened within seconds. "Are you serious?" He giggled. "(Y/n), you guys hate each other. Yet, you are both my best friends. Do you see the problem there?"

I nod. "Perfectly. That why you gotta cut him loose—" Clyde cut me off mid-sentence.

"Craig said he was willing to give you a chance. (Y/n), come on." Clyde begged, his lips turned up into a pout as I sigh.

"...maybe."

His features changed drastically, his smile reached his eyes. "Thanks!" He leaned over the desk, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I placed my hands flat on his chest, pushing him off. "Sorry lover boy, but no hugs."

He rolled his eyes. "You know you like them."

***

Clyde and I walked straight out of the class. The stupid teacher didn't even notice, even with all the laughter going on. She's probably doing a sexy role play with some creepy old dude.

"What are you thinking about. You have a weird grimace on your face." Clyde asked, poking my cheek.

"Oh, you don't wanna know."