Don't Say Sorry - Cryde (Boy X Boy)

Chapter 3 ~ Solace

(A/N ~ And we are now back to the tale of our lovely little cinnamon roll and his stubborn and angry bae)

CRAIG'S POV

"...ey...C-C-C-Craiiiig. Duuuuuude."

"Huh?" I turned to look at the stuttering brunette, only half-snapped out of my daze.

"You're not thinking about Clyde again, are you?" Token sighed in exasperation, "Forget him! He's been nothing but douchey and obnoxious for two months!"

I looked down at the cafeteria food sitting on the tabletop in front of me, idly prodding it with my fork. "I know, but..." I mumbled.

"Look dude, Clyde's b-be-b-been a great friend to us before, but all he does nowadays is hang out with the popular kids." Jimmy told me, "Now I bet even that T-Trent Boyett that Butters told me about would be nicer than he is."

I didn't reply.

I was still getting used to Clyde not being around to joke with us, despite having gone through this for two months. But, for some reason, now I feel like we're the douches here. We have reason to abandon him, but it feels like we shouldn't. Goddamnit, I'm thinking too much.

"I...I need to go to the bathroom." I said, the words clumsily spilling out without any second thought. Sure, great idea, avoid somebody by going to the place they managed to corner you in that very same day. But even as I came to realize it was stupid, it was better than sitting around and being reminded even further that our friendship was gone for good.

Keep your will strong, Craig...don't let his begging get to you, or he'll simply take advantage of you and your friends...I told myself. I had to cling to whatever defiance I had or I'd be nothing but a coward that'd bend over for any stupid dickhead.

(A/N ~ I did that on purpose by the way /:3)

In the end, I just decided not to go to the bathroom and blankly sat outside in the place behind the elementary school that the Goth kids used to sit and smoke in. No Clyde in sight. Good. That's...good...

But I feel so bad.

And then the tears came.

"I...I - hic - hate you so much, Clyde..." I murmured, small sobs escaping my throat. I didn't even try to stop; I needed this anyways. So I simply cried and cried until there were no more tears left and I was left with a vague, aching feeling in my chest and red eyes.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming towards me and flinched, looking up in alarm to see who was here. I relaxed when I saw a familiar blonde wearing an orange parka. "Oh...it's just you." I muttered, sniffling, "Why are you here?"

"I just so happened to hear a sad little lady crying and came to help." Kenny said, flashing me one of his dorky grins. When I scowled at him, unamused, he let out a laugh and plopped down next to me, which I responded to by moving away a couple inches. "Just kidding, dude, I only came for a smoke." he sighed, taking out a cig and lighting it, "Want one?"

I declined, being one that hated smoking and drinking. I mean, how does it help you cope with things? All I know it does is get you really sick in one point of your life and shorten your lifespan by at least two years. Plus, it's annoying that all of the Asian fangirls in the school thought I was the type to smoke, and wrote it nonstop in their dumb fanfics that now branched on to more pairings than just me and Tweek, thank god.

"So, need to let anything off of your chest or whatever? Promise I won't tell if you don't want me to." he said, blowing out a puff of nicotine-filled smoke which I waved away. I didn't answer and simply sat there, contemplating whether to actually tell him my issues or not.

"...fuck it, I'll tell you."

After I was done explaining, he took a moment to think about it. "Hmm, that's deep, shoujo manga level shit you've got yourself in, man." Kenny said. I didn't understand what he meant by "shoujo manga level shit" but I decided it was probably one of his Japanese porn things and chose not to.

"Well, I guess I feel better now that I've told someone." I sighed, getting up, "Thanks, Kenny."

"Aw, no need to thank me. I'll do anything for my little-"

"OKAY BYE."

END OF CHAPTER