It's Not Like We're Dating (Complete)

(3)

---Tweek's pov---

After class, Kenny was waiting for me by my locker. His cheek had a bruise already forming. It looked bad.

I walked over, I should at least apologize, right? Kenny didn't do anything... Sort of. That's not the point! Craig didn't need to hit him.

I walked over to Kenny he smiled when he saw me, "Hey Tweek, what's up?" He leaned against my locker.

"H-hi K-Kenny. I w-wanted to a-apologize for the w-way Craig was act-"

I was stopped when a hand covered my mouth. Another hand placed itself on my shoulder.

I looked up shaking to see Craig. He was glaring at Kenny. Kenny seeming yet again unfazed, smirked at Craig.

"Hey, Craigy boy. Whatcha up to?" Kenny asked nonchalantly as if he couldn't feel the tense atmosphere.

I continued to twitch, anything else I could have said would have been to muffled for anyone to understand or hear.

"None of your business McCormick. I'm just stopping you from molesting my friend," he said, an angry tone present in his voice.

"I don't know about that, Tucker," Kenny says mockingly, "I'm pretty sure I wasn't molesting him...yet. Anyway, it's not like you own him."

Own? Craig? No one owns me. I'm not a slave. What if Craig is planning to own me? And make me work as a slave?! Oh God!

Craig hadn't said anything to Kenny's reply. Almost like he didn't know what to say.

Within an instant, Kenny, once again, grabbed my arm and forcefully yanked me away from Craig.

I stumbled and fell onto Kenny's chest as he slung an arm around my waist.

Then he smirked at Craig, like he was victor of something.