✩ It All Started With A handkerchief. ✩

✩ Chapter one: Crybaby. ✩

Tolkien's POV:

I sit down at a empty desk in a classroom that no one goes in. I plug in my airpods and listen to music while eating a salad I brought for myself. It's lunch time at this moment. I normally go in here. People are too overrated anyways.

I jump up in my seat a bit when the door opened and Clyde and Bebe came in, making out.

They didn't even notice me when Bebe pushed him against the wall and continuing their sesh. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? What do I care.

I stare at them blankly, hoping they would see me and leave. I turn up my music so I don't have to hear them smacking lips with each other. The sound makes me uncomfortable.

After a while, they still haven't noticed. I sighed and continued eating, not paying any mind to those morons.

"You crazy bitch!" Clyde yelled and pushed Bebe away. I look up, now those two are arguing? Talk about mood swings.

"Don't call me that!" Bebe shouted back.

"You made me bleed!" Clyde said. I look at his face and his lip is bleeding, guess she bit too hard.

"It's not my fault your lips are weak!"

"How can lips be weak!?"

"Ugh forget it I'm done!" And with that Bebe stormed out the room. One down, one more too go.

I pause my music and take off my headphones, placing them down gently.
I pack my food away, not planning on finishing it.

Sniffle sniffle.

I look back up and i see Clyde.. Crying? He wiped the blood off his lips and wiped it on his clothes.

Why is he crying? Well this is the first. I really couldn't care less. I stand up which caused noise. I tried to be silent when putting my bag over my shoulder but it didn't go as planned...

He looked up at me, embarrassed, shocked, confused and distressed. I don't think he likes when people see him cry.

He immediately stopped crying and covered his lip.

"Hey uh... How long have you been here?" He asked with a nervous smile.

I choose not to answer, I really don't want to speak to this guy. I rather shoot my brains out then talk to him.

I don't know him, sure. But based off of his reputation he's a pain in the ass. And now a crybaby I guess? Shocker. I didn't think he could get any worse.

Clyde's POV:

"Hello? How long have you been here." I asked once again. Is this guy deaf?

He didn't answer me, he just stared at me blankly, it was very uncomfortable. But to think logically, he been here for a while.

"Did you see anything..?" I asked. He nod his head, okay so he's not deaf.

"was it all of it?" he nodded again. Fuck.

I bit my lip before whining, "Ow!"
It started bleeding again. Water started filling my eyes and a frown forces it's way on my face. It hurts a lot.

I go to use my hand to wipe it off till he tapped my hand away and gave me a handkerchief.

I look at him, confused. Why is he handing me this? Usually people would laugh if they ever saw me cry.

The frown goes away but it doesn't turn into a smile. I take the handkerchief and wiped away my tears with it before dabbing my bloody lip with it. He just stood there, watching with his hands in his pockets not even saying a peep.

"oh uh.. Thanks!" I smiled a bit. He nodded once more before heading to the door.

I panicked and stuttered "Uh- Wait! Uhm I didn't get your name?" I said walking to him.

He glared at me with an emotionless face, I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or shy. He just seemed, well, emotionless.

He looked away before walking out, leaving me there. Alone.

I know he isn't new but I never recall seeing him, like ever. There is something about him, I don't know what but he seems different. Besides skin tone.

He is very tall for no reason. Instead of a backpack he had a messenger bag. He also looked like he was made out of money. Who the fuck carries a handkerchief out of nowhere? Only person who have money, the good stuff, the bling bling, something no one has here at South park.

I look at the handkerchief, it's white with a light purple brim around it, on the bottom right corner it has a little star logo with the brands company name inside of it. Now it had a wet mark and a blood stain on it, my blood.

I shove it in my bookbag and ziped it back up. Ill wash it when I get home then give it back to him the next day at school. If I could find him. Also alone because I don't want people seeing me with him. He doesn't seem like the type of guy to like being in crowds. And maybe some other reasons as well..

I walk out the room and the hallway is packed. Shit did class already start? I casually walk down the hallways to my classroom.

I want to see him again. I want to be his friend and get to know him. He seems interesting and new. He doesn't seem like the others. He seems different. Unlike everyone else in this town. Theyre all the same. It's boring. I want something new. Something exciting.

That guy seems exciting. He seems new.
He seems perfect.

---------------------------
Word count: 940!